Fall Catchall

[yourlenore]

Who: Mishka & friends
What: Bingo, Arco Lunar, misc.
When: Fall
Where: Out & About
Warnings: ???

stand up with my palms full of soil & rosary
bruised rosary
blooming rosary

maybe I just need to smoke more & stretch & eat frivolous things &
anyway
I’m working on it

Comments

a mishka & syrlya & flynn walk into a bar

[yourlenore]

mishka > syrlya > flynn

[yourlenore]

( Mishka had thought the farm had an impressive amount of variety, but the buffet clearly blows all that out of the water. He's piled a good amount onto his plate from the weird and wild, and he's gladly working away at the more unique flavors.

He prods his fork at some red, sautéed mushrooms mixed with white, roasted tentacles on his plate, taking it up for a bite. )

They even have Hell's Reach here. There's a great bounty on these at home— to forge into alchemical oil, granted, but they're quite difficult to find and gather.

( To that extent, it's almost decadent to eat them. A cluster of these, when synthesized, is worth 25 gold; that could keep a man set for several lifetimes. Eating it feels almost perverse.

Such is the face of luxury, he supposes. )

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya has kept himself very composed since they boarded the boat, although he still fixed Mishka with frequent pursed-lipped glances. But there is a third party here, and Flynn is none the wiser to the reasons that Syrlya is a bit wary about now being on a date with Mishka.

It's fine. With three people, he can just disregard anything remotely romantic about it.

His own dish is a roasted, herbed duck with a sweet sauce and side vegetables. Nothing particularly intriguing like tentacles, but compliments to the chef because it is delicious.

Though, he is eying Mishka's dish with curious interest.] I would assume the goddess has taken further pointers from our own worlds for this affair.

[knightunerring]

[ As far as Flynn is concerned, they're all here to have a very nice date. He expects at least a little awkwardness; his understanding of the circumstances might be vague at best, but from Mishka's explanation, Syrlya was having a fight with another friend. In which case he'll just have to do his best to dispel any tension. ]

I suppose if she can bring people over, then food would be simple. How are they as an ingredient?

[ He has no plans of trying anything with tentacles, even if some of the meat in his "beef" stew is more than the usual amount of gamey. That's different. ]

[yourlenore]

Spicy, to an abnormal degree. It's said these are wreathed in the fires of hell. Typically, these are used to coat armors to allow one to walk through fire unharmed... I'm not surprised it has such a particularly strong taste.

( Mishka, for his part, is acting quite normal about this. It's a date, of sorts, but it's more an outing with friends (with one new friend and one who's peeved with him, but anyway), which is just fine by him.

He's also taking in the spice like it's regular. He's got other unusual things on his plate besides just the mushrooms, but this is the most interesting one because he recognizes it. )

You enjoy cooking, yes? You can find all sorts of unusual ingredients about the island if you look. I can take you on a mushroom tour, sometime.

[chronosynthesis]

[Abnormally spicy?? Syrlya squints suspiciously at Mishka's plate.]

What you find around her is much more innocuous than that. [Just don't eat the poison mushrooms.]

[knightunerring]

Flame-resistant armor does sound useful...

[ Spicy, though! Flynn eyes them in consideration. Nevermind the tentacles, he might need to try those while they have the chance here. ]

Is it? Then if you have the free time, I'd like that. I'm sure I could really make something exciting with more local ingredients.

[ He'll make Yuri eat his words. And the lethal cooking. ]

syrlya

[yourlenore]

( Mishka had suggested he would retire to their room for a minute just to relax, and he'd left the two of them alone to have their fun. When Syrlya finds him, he'll find Mishka picking through the goodie basket left on the bed. He casts his gaze over the open box of truffles with interest, but, fortunately, takes to reading the note he has held in his other hand before he takes one in his mouth.

Aphrodisiacs, hm. He does wonder if those would work on him. At home, he could say with certainty they would not; here, he can eat up poison just fine, but alcohol affects him. It's strange.

Unlike the usual smile he pitches up when he's around people, Mishka, at rest, is cool-hearted and inexpressive, as if the frosted edges of a glacier; there is no energy or presence about him, like a vast empty. However, when he hears the sound of someone coming in, like a switch, he infuses himself with being, leaving behind that glimpse of the sort of thing he is alone. He turns to see who's come in. Reflexively, he greets: )

Ah, good evening.

( He sets the box of truffles down on the bed, besides the rest of the basket, but he still has the note in hand, as he was reading it. )

[chronosynthesis]

[Flynn takes longer to return to their room, and it's with luck that Mishka is still there when Syrlya slides in. He'd almost forgotten he had been planning to get Mishka alone... but seeing him sitting there with chocolates certainly reminds him of the issue that's been lingering since their awkward passing by a couple days ago.

He leans against the door after he closes it, folding his arms.] Evening, Mishka. You've been here this whole time?

[yourlenore]

( Oh, that position and posture never bodes well with women; perhaps likewise with plants, he considers. )

Even busy bees like me enjoy a bit of time alone. Did you want the room to yourself?

[chronosynthesis]

[That's right Mishka, you're fucked and not in the good way.]

No, actually, I was hoping I could steal your time for a minute. I'd like to talk. About Adelis. And you.

[yourlenore]

( A beat. )

Well, it seems you've fixed your mind on it, so I don't see why not.

( He'll tuck the note into the basket. )

I assume Adelis had worse to tell of me than usual.

[chronosynthesis]

[Agreement makes this easier, so Syrlya peels off the doorway to sit down on the bed a couple feet from Mishka.]

Well, you did hurt him. I hope more than you intended. [He pauses.] You died before you awoke in this place, didn't you?

mishka, bonding massages

[knightunerring]

[ There's been no shortage of things to explore — even though it's his second visit, even dutiful Flynn has to make an effort to remind himself that he's here to provide a Date and not drift off in fascinated curiosity. He's been on larger vessels, but the sleek luxury of the Arco Lunar has so little in common with the baremetal practicality of the Heracles.

He eyes the goodie basket of the private suite with a glance that, to the discerning observer, might contain just a smidgen of lingering sheepishness. Instead he makes a circuit of the rest of the room, with an eye for detail he might have been too preoccupied to notice on his previous visit. They might not all be the same, after all. ]

I've never seen a ship built quite like this before. Can you believe they even managed to fit a spa on board?

[ What next? A pool? Maybe this will give Judith some ideas for renovating the Fiertia. ]

[yourlenore]

( Mishka, at the very least, seems likewise curious about this whole thing; the ships he knew were hardly so luxurious, and, even then, he senses Arco Lunar is a step above the rest. That Flynn is so openly exploratory is a fond thing he does not particularly mind.

He takes a seat upon a chair beside the bed, well-acquainted with the goodie basket by now. The flicker of Flynn's expression does not escape him, and he can't help but grin very slightly seeing it. )

The breadth of faculties upon this ship is impressive. I've only stepped aboard merchant vessels, in the past; and those were quite small.

( They were the sorts of ships meant for river sailing, not the ocean, and even those were quite dangerous. )

Speaking of the spa, have you had a massage here yet? I'd had my first a little earlier this week, and I can't recommend one enough.

[knightunerring]

[ Ah, that grin... Flynn glances away and pretends not to notice, willing himself not to blush. He's unfortunately much better at maintaining the pleasantly neutral face in his professional aspect, like the mild weight of his armor reminds him to shield the rest of himself as well. ]

Your merchant ships sound more similar to what the knights would usually use.

[ Ocean vessels, but nonetheless. Flynn gives a grateful little smile for Mishka carrying on as though Flynn's reaction hadn't been obvious. ]

Really? Yuri and I didn't get around to it, but... would it bore you to try it again?

[yourlenore]

( To defend them? That is his presumption, at least, given they're knights and all.

In any case, he's going to tuck away the fact that Flynn's already been here with Yuri and he had a particular reaction to the basket. Telling! (Maybe.) )

I wouldn't mind at all. Though...

( Flynn might have thought he was safe from talk of the basket, but no, )

... I believe that basket happens to have massage oils, if you wouldn't mind me offering. Though, perhaps you're already familiar?

[knightunerring]

[ He did think he was safe, unfortunately. With his guard down there's really no hiding the distinctly guilty blush. ]

Well... yes, I'm familiar.

[ Hm. Hm! There's really no need to clarify anything more than that, he thinks. It certainly isn't his intention to kiss and tell. Even if it might be written all over his face. ]

I don't mind exactly, but... you're aware of what some of the items in there contain?

[ Not that he knows if it's everything or just the truffles, but he's not going to spring that on someone unawares. ]

[yourlenore]

( Hmmmmm!!!

Mishka meets the expression and its implications with a grin, amused, particularly, by the suggestion that he doesn't mind— knowing quite exactly what the oils might entail. )

Intimately, as happens. ( Flynn might not mind, but he does wonder if Yuri will... ) But I've enjoyed your company thus far, and I find myself quite comfortable with you. I can only hope you feel the same, if only somewhat?

( Honestly, his impression of Flynn is that he's genuinely a nice guy, and his application was not particularly an understatement or overstatement in most regards. He's quite like the idea of fairytale knighthood sold over in Charneult, if only in general demeanor.

Really, he shouldn't tease him. He might as well be pretty happy with that guy who likes him. But such is Mishka's nature; he sees a good thing, and he wants to see where its limits lie. )

syrlya, now with actual bar

[knightunerring]

[ Even if this were a real date, fourteen hours would probably be a lot to spend together all at once. So it seems perfectly reasonable to Flynn when they separate to try their own activities.

He wonders, a little, how Syrlya is doing. Neither of his two dates is particularly easy for him to read, and it feels like prying to dig too hard into a stranger's business. But he knows how he feels whenever he's in another fight with Yuri. So despite his solemn resolve to swear off wine after Never Have I Ever, here he is, nodding in invitation towards the bar and smiling at Syrlya. ]

What do you think? Were you interested in trying something?

[ He can still get nonalcoholic, it's fine... ]

[chronosynthesis]

[This might not have been his ideal way to get to know Flynn but, well, they make do with the situation. It's kind of a relief to have been able to peel stay from Mishka and he's already a little less tense.]

I could go for a drink. They offer snack foods as well that were quite tasty.

[knightunerring]

Oh, do they? They really do think of everything here.

[ How much can he eat in one day... Well, it's a long day. Flynn locates the menu and picks it up, leaning over to share with Syrlya. ]

I wonder if I should thank the goddess for her consideration after all this. I've heard that she can be a little dangerous.

[chronosynthesis]

Most gods are. Still, this isn't anything altruistic--she is trying to drive us into each other's arms, after all.

[He leans over to peer at the menu. He and Adelis shared the flatbread last time, though the description of a lot of the other options sound heavy. Maybe olives...?]

[knightunerring]

I have no desire to convince her to be more aggressive about it, but I doubt most people were using the auction that way.

[ Well, there was He Xuan's passionate sonnet to Childe's eyes. But he's not sure they needed the auction for that. ]

Was there anything you wanted to split?

[chronosynthesis]

[Unfortunately everyone's reluctance to get married may be driving her to be more aggressive about it, anyway... oh well.]

I had the flatbread the other day, and that was good. But, I am willing to share anything you like. You can pick.