FALL CATCH-ALL

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WHO: Syrlya and You (Closed Prompts)
WHAT: The Fall Catch-All
WHEN: All Fall Baby
WHERE: Wherever we need (on the island or a boat)
WARNINGS: NSFW marked below

((Plan With Me: Plot Comment #1 | EVENT ONE OPEN POST))

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Cruise Date (first week of Fall)

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At the Bar (Adelis, later Mishka)

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[The auction date is... a lot more than Syrlya had anticipated. It's fancy? They're going to be here for hours. Adelis doesn't like boats.

So Syrlya decides early on they'll stick to activities that stay on the inside, where the rock of the waves and sound of the sea isn't as noticeable. So once they've had a couple hours to settle in, they check out the bar--not for binge drinking this time. Syrlya is even already looking at the appetizer menu to have some food alongside the drinks.]

Tomato and basil flatbread, pretzels with mustard, hot wings... do you want anything specific?

[for8000amonth]

[ It always has to be the fucking boats, doesn't it.

It's...huge. Enough you can't feel the rocking of the waves, and can steer clear of even a glimpse of blue if you tried, so there's that. There's some surreal sense of bewilderment that follows him when they walk around, clearly not used to this level of luxury- for himself, anyway. He's been to Nov Ostoya, the Crimson Heights, gotten the slightest taste of it in passing, albeit without getting to really enjoy it...but having everything handed to him feels surreal.

Adelis is occupied eyeballing all the fancy crystal glasses and bottles on display, only shifting his attention towards Syrlya when he speaks. At the very least, he's had a few days to gather himself and...put himself in a slightly better mood. ]

...Flatbread, I suppose. [ It's the only familiar sounding thing of the bunch. ] I'm not quite the expert on what pairs with what, but bread does go with nigh everything.

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[It's put both of them in a better mood on the heels of the date auction and the terrible morning after.]

That's true. I hadn't even considered pairing. [His taste buds are a little broken. He sets the menu down as he looks up at the server.] We'll have the flatbread. And for drinks--is that really fermented nectar?

[It's a surprise to see here. He's never actually seen the other races brew it.]

[for8000amonth]

[ Terrible morning after indeed.

That raises an eyebrow, from where he's leaning casually on the bar from his seat, but he opts not to comment- he doesn't really know the dietary concerns of plants, so he can't really judge.

...Except maybe right now. ]

...And I take it that's familiar to you? [ People have drank stranger things, he supposes, but finding plants that aren't poisonous is a task in it's own. ] Nectar is not something I'd expect to see on the shelves of a bar, even in the Crimson Heights.

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Well, it's a specialty of my people. At least in Tyria--it's very sweet, and some mix of floral and fruit flavors.

[To the bartender:] I'll have a glass of that, thank you.

[for8000amonth]

[ Huh. He'll give a dismissive nod to that, at least, but the mention of sweet and floral turns him off of it himself. He'll let his gaze flicker to the selection again, roaming for something that seems interesting enough-

Before his gaze settles on a bottle that has him pausing in mild surprise. ]

Lord's Lament. Now, that's not something I was expecting to see again. [ Especially considering it's very specific side-effects. For a moment, he seems to mull it over, before a bright rush of spite urges him to gesture to the wine in question. ] I'll take a glass of that.

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[One glass of nectar and one glass of Lord's Lament, coming up. The drinks are a quick pour, which leaves them waiting for the appetizer.] Favored wine from Ostoya?

[for8000amonth]

[ That earns a snort, a bit of a bitter smile crawling over his features. ]

Hardly. This is something you'd be hard-pressed to come across in Soma, as nobody can make it anymore, or so I've been told.

[ It's a deep red color, like the shade of blood, which he finds ironic. ]

It's made with a special kind of herb. One the Kindred are not too fond of. [ A finger idly taps the glass. ] A swig of this, and any who attempt to feed off you will find the blood blistering and burning their mouths in agony.

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Ah. So it is anti-vampire wine.

[Of course Adelis would be into that. But, then that begs the question.] No issue with imbibing it yourself, then? I suppose you don't drink blood...

[for8000amonth]

[ Really, this is just him giving a metaphorical middle finger to Alexei, wherever he is. The wine is good, but the spite is better. ]

...I'm not a vampire. Not entirely. [ Half. Not full. He refused to indulge himself and drop any lower, to give up what remained of his humanity, that much he will hold onto. ] Radiance and divinity doesn't harm me like it does them- I've still a soul to brag about.

[ Is he a bit smug about that, in a resentful way? Yes. ]

Wine is hardly my favorite. I'm merely taking the piss out of that bastard, wherever he is.

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[Syrlya nods, not knowing much about vampires but taking Adelis at his word as the comparative expert. If it's safe, it's safe.]

Well, then hopefully the taste is as good as the satisfaction. [He holds his glass up, tilting it slightly.] A toast?

[for8000amonth]

[ Well, it probably is. 90%. If his mouth starts blistering, well, that's on him. ]

I'll enjoy it regardless. [ Whatever he can take, he will. He lifts his own glass, before gently tapping it against Syrlya's own, allowing himself a small smile for the first time in a while. ] Cheers, then.

[ Bottoms up.... ]

for Adelis (NSFW)

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[Well, aside from a Mishka shaped hiccup this whole venture hasn't really been that bad. With so much time he and Adelis have gone back and forth seeing each other and doing other things (in Syrlya's case, mostly chatting) until the sun is setting one more.

As it's mostly over the horizon, Syrlya has returned to their room around the same time Adelis has. He lets the door click behind him, absently locking it for privacy before he goes to sit at the edge of the bed.] How are you feeling?

[for8000amonth]

[ A very unpleasant Mishka-shaped hiccup, as it were. Still, it felt...somewhat good to get it out, considering it's been a few days with that brewing in Adelis' head. Not good enough, but it was something. The opportunity to relax in some capacity has done wonders for the tension that's been settling in his shoulders since the beginning of Fall.

They cross paths again after the sun begins to set over the horizon, deciding to duck away from any opportunity of running into a certain face again for a while. He only looks up from removing his gloves as he's addressed, baring the black tints of his fingers as he offers an idle hum. ]

I've felt better. But I've also felt worse, so I suppose that's a boon. [ Honest man, as always. ] And yourself?

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I'll admit, better than I was before we boarded the ship.

[Absently he opens the drawer of the end table near the chocolates, picking up one of the massage oils and turning the bottle over curiously.] But if this has been relaxing at all to you, I'll consider that a success. It may not have been our intention but we may as well make the most of things.

[for8000amonth]

[ Well, that's fortunate. They had both had a rough end of the month, himself in probably more ways, but he leans against the desk with a bit less exhaustion in his limbs than he did before. Despite being on a boat, there was enough to do inside (and enough room to avoid certain people), that he was able to focus on other things. ]

While overwhelming for someone of my social class- [ He's a poor man, despite his appearance, after all- ] I will admit it was...distracting enough.

[ He quirks an eyebrow at the bottle in Syrlya's hand. Ah, right. He had forgotten those were there, really, only giving them a passing glance when he had entered. ]

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[He twists open the bottle to sniff it, curiously, but when he sees Adelis glance at it he offers the bottle for him to take if he wants.] Well, how much more do you need distracting? There's still hours left before they're going to dock us.

[for8000amonth]

[ While Syr giving the random bottle a sniff makes him give him A Look, he supposes it can hardly be poisonous, at least. Adelis will, after a moment, push himself up and walk over to tentatively take it, eyeballing it with suspicion before his gaze falls to the basket in question. Christ. ]

There is only so much bloody wandering one can do indoors, and our type tends to be more active as the sky darkens.

[ 'Our type' doesn't need further elaboration. ]

You sound as if you've something in mind.

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['Our type' really could apply to both of them.

He reaches for the card by the chocolates, giving it a read and then... shoving those further into the drawer. Hm.] Well, yes and no. This is technically a date. I wasn't sure how much you wanted to participate in physical intimacy, but I came prepared just in case. I would also be fine with a board game.

[for8000amonth]

[ Hm. Now he wasn't expecting that. That has him giving a mild tilt of the head, fixing Syrlya with bright blues. ]

...And just how prepared is that? [ He's...morbidly curious? ] I normally don't think of it outside the necessities, as I've never had time nor need for it otherwise.

[ Maybe he awakened more than he thought he did.... ]

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[Syrlya stares right back, still and expression held carefully neutral as he waits for a response.]

I received something in the mail a few weeks ago. No sender marked on the package. [He bends over, pulling his pack from under the bed and pulling it open.] Nothing I've tried before, but the idea of it is easy enough to understand.

[He straightens back up, holding something made of gold-plated metal and smooth jade. And very obviously shaped like a penis.]

[for8000amonth]

[ What is this staredown...there's something ominous in it, but he dismisses it reflexively, even as Syrlya starts speaking his explanation. Nothing good, in his mind, comes from unmarked packages out of the blue, so the fact the other decided to bring it along is certainly Something.

He doesn't lean over to watch Syr dig in his bag, despite the curiosity, and waits until he finally decides to straighten up with his apparent 'preparation'-

And finds his thoughts abruptly coming to a halt, like someone jammed a wrench in the cogs, because that.

That sure is. A dick?

Why. Why does he have a handheld fancy metal dick. Adelis, for all his usual composure, looks utterly fucking gobsmacked. Just totally flummoxed. He really doesn't know what lead him here right now. ]

...Syrlya. [ He is trying. So fucking hard right now to keep his voice level. ] What is that.

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[Syrlya continues to hold a perfectly passive expression--except for the way his lips purse together into a thin line. He continues to stare back at Adelis as he goes through bafflement, but rather than give him a verbal explanation...

Syrlya flicks the switch.

The vibration is audible.]

[for8000amonth]

[ The fact the other's expression hasn't changed at all during this is, frankly, only making it worse. Adelis is proud of his poker face, but even he does not know how to properly parse the sight in front of him.

And he doesn't have time to do so, either, because it gets worse.

Just because he doesn't need to draw breath doesn't necessarily stop him from sucking one in sharply and very nearly choking at the...very audible buzzing. He doesn't! He manages to catch himself in an attempt to keep his own composure, but compared with the obvious bewildered distress this thing is causing him, it probably didn't matter. ]

That is- You did not answer my fucking question. [ Even though he...kind of gets it? It's hard to not to, considering it's status as an Ominously Phallic Object, but this is definitely not his wheelhouse. ] Do you even know how to use that properly.

[ Vibrator schematics?? Whatever. ]