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jan event.
summer has arrived
As the last of the sakura blossoms fall away and the leaves on the trees grow into ever more vibrant greens, the familiar buzz of cicadas begins to echo all throughout the isle. Summer is quickly approaching and bringing brighter days and blazing temperatures along with it.
Summer also signals the start of the wine production season. Grapes growing on trellises are a common sight on Crescentview during the summer and a notice on the town memo board from the local barkeep encourages farmers to consider growing some varietal grapes of their own.
Temperatures are rising, so put on a comfortable pair of shorts and head to the Town Plaza to see what’s cooking! While you’re at it, take a look at the calendar for Summer 1st through 15th.
This season’s crops are corn, onion, pumpkin, watermelon, and pineapple. Summer’s seasonal flowers are poppy, rose, sunflower, lily, and hydrangea. As for mushrooms, shimeji, trumpet, and common brown spores are available for the summer.
hot! ...or not
Posted prominently at the top of the Memo Board is a cartoonishly-written advertisement for the first annual Hot or Not hosted by the Goddess herself. Contestants will take to the stage while the audience votes on whether they are as hot as the blazing sun or cooler than a dead fish. Leave your egos at the door! ICly, this event takes place on Summer 8th.
task board
The task board is located in Town Square and changes from season to season. In real time, a season is one month long. The following tasks are available from January 1st to February 1st and more tasks may be added mid-month.
Certain rewards are only available through event participation, so please keep this in mind when planning your threads. Multiple tasks may be completed within a single thread, but when turning in, please link to the individual tags in which each task was completed.
Finally, rewards are per character, not per farm, so those with housemates may want to coordinate with one another with regard to what animals you’re bringing home to your farm.
This month’s tasks are centered around getting to know your fellow neighbors on a deeper level. As such, the Goddess has put together a small human scavenger hunt to encourage people to learn more about the people they are living with — and hopefully falling in love with.
Find someone who...
1. Was born in the summer
2. Pours milk into their bowl before the cereal
3. Plays a musical instrument
4. Has more than 3 siblings
5. Works out 5 times a week or more
6. Doesn’t like animals
7. Would like to date the Harvest Goddess
8. Has traveled around the world
9. Speaks two or more languages
10. Is wearing socks that aren’t black or white
Each submission will earn you two random bags of summer seeds. Specify whether you want crop, flower, or mushroom spores in your submission. This task can be completed a total of 10 times.
Many ingredients used in wine production grow in the summer, but so do a variety of tea plants and grains. Grapes, tea shrubs and grains like wheat and barley can all be grown on your farm or in your greenhouse, if you have one.
Complete the following tasks to earn yourself some nice beverage-producing crops for the farm:
1. Take something from last month’s harvest and gift it to a neighbor. You can give it to them directly, cook it into a meal, etc. Alternatively, craft them a bouquet, flower crown, or another gift from the flowers you grew last season. Complete 3 times for a total of 6 grape starters.
2. Share a piece of hot gossip with a neighbor or exchange secrets with them. It doesn’t have to be your secret! Complete 3 times for a total of 6 tea starters.
3. Exercise with someone. Go on a run, swim in the ocean, help them stretch out! Complete 3 times for a total of 6 grain crops. You may choose from wheat, barley, rye, or rice.
Summer is the perfect time to hang out on the beach and splash around in the ocean. Participate in some summer fun at the beach and earn more animals for your barn and coop.
1. Swim in the ocean, build a sandcastle, or bury someone in the sand. Do any of the following for one of the following animals: cow, sheep, alpaca, or goat. This task can be completed once.
2. Participate in Hot or Not. It’s an annual tradition! Submit yourself or comment on someone else for a single chicken or rabbit. This task can be completed once.
local happenings
The Crescentview Times newspaper has chronicled the latest happenings around the island. A physical copy of the paper will arrive on your doorstep early in the morning on Summer 1st.
Recently, a group of townspeople have taken it upon themselves to check out the abandoned mine. They’ve made good headway on opening up the path in the hopes that would-be explorers will be able to take to the mines and find some of Crescentview’s fabled gems and minerals buried in its depths. They expect to be done by Summer 15th.
A strange “gurgling whisper” has been reported by some concerned townsfolk living in the mountains. The concerning sounds are coming from one of the lakes at the foot of the mountain. Supposedly, the voice is asking for offerings of... something. The townsfolk have yet to identify what exactly is being asked for.
A hurricane has been brewing off the southern coast of Crescentview. Meteorologists have yet to determine whether the hurricane will make landfall or not, so stay tuned for more updates.
mod notes
⬥ Welcome to our second event! We want to thank you all for participating in our game and contributing your efforts to it. Thank you for playing!
⬥ A second event post will go up in mid-Jan.
⬥ Please plot over at the Jan Plotting Post.
⬥ As a reminder, please keep all plotting on the OOC post as not everyone has Discord or Plurk.
⬥ Please submit your completed tasks at the top-level below.
⬥ Have fun!
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It is instinct, to stay out of sight in a new land. Also, the branches overlap thickly here with tree shouldered up against tree, so it feels cooler. Not that it saves him from the ambient heat.
The familiar voice, however, gives him pause, and he lets Adelis keep to his muttering for a time as he inspects him from his height. His perception roll wasn't exactly excellent, but he's fairly certain Adelis looks a lot less dead and a lot more red than he's use to.
Most importantly, though, Adelis is gladly alive. (Well, maybe not gladly at this specific juncture.)
A casual voice comes from the tree some branches above, somewhat hidden in the foliage but relatively visible: )
Really, I was hoping you could tell me what this was all about. Is this a broad furnace, you suppose?
( Vampires damned their people to eternal night and chill, and this Godess (question mark) damned her people to eternal sun-fire and heat. Seems reasonable.
Mishka, for his part, is dressed as one might expect from him, if stripped down to the bare essentials and looking on the verge of heat stroke, drinking from a waterskin. He figured he'd stray of his weird hole-riddled shelter to explore this new realm, but perhaps it had been an overambitious venture. )
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This, however, is probably the one he was expecting the least.
Adelis, in all his furious, sunburnt glory, finds himself freezing at the familiar voice, having a few graceless moments where he thinks he just might be hallucinating. Some people do come from the same place, as he's come to learn, but he found it highly unlikely he'd ever be joined by another seeing as how a month has already passed in relative quiet.
But he looks up, sees that familiar face currently cradled ever so lightly in the branches of a tree, and has to resist the urge to chuck the nearest object just to make sure that he's not seeing things again....or out of spite. Spite is also an option, considering their last 'meeting'. ]
What the fuck. [ He doesn't need to be cursing this much, but he's having a moment of shock, so excuse him. ] How long have you been here?
[ It can't have been long. He would have known, sniffed him out somehow- Mishka is far more skilled than he is, true, but Adelis is far from a pushover himself. He finds himself getting up, stinging arms forgotten for the time being, to get a better look at the bastard in the boughs. ]
And of course it's not a bloody furnace, fit as you look to evaporate on the spot. It's the sun.
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There is a pause following that word, Mishka's eyebrows raising only slightly. This had been the holy grail of so many of their company; should they get the sun, should they get this heart of Aurelia, it would be a salve unto their problems. They would have power; they would have strength; they would have control.
Mishka, too, was not free from this. To him, this sun had meant freedom.
The pause passes, and then his lips curl into his more common smile - and he laughs; not loudly, not soft. Wry, perhaps. Would that Ser Michalek could see his aspiration taken from him and placed as if an ornament unto the sky so people could farm, of all mundane aspirations. It made every sun-seeking endeavor seem rightly selfish in comparision. )
'The sun,' is it? First I've heard of that. And yet you sound so familiar - how long have you been here?
( He hangs his waterskin from a hook at his belt and hops down a branch or two onto the lowest one, slipping into a sit. As if he needed to be much taller than he already was, even if only for a moment. )
I'd venture I've been here, arguably, hours? I can count the time by the rotation of the stars, but those seem conspicuously absent here. I spent some time in my - my? - little shelter, but the heat only grew more blistering.
( In other words, he's been here since morning and the heat only got worse into the day, which brings them to now. He slips down from the branch finally, landing neatly on his feet before Adelis. )
Now, you'll have to humor me-- ( In the six seconds he holds Adelis's attention before he presumes he'll have to dodge a rock or a smack, ) Does the general sensation of blindness wear off, and will I soon find myself like in the redness of your visage, inevitably?
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To see it now, so casually, made his brows furrow. Even more so, at that sardonic laugh. Mishka has always been the sort both difficult to read and easy to predict, depending on how you knew him...and Adelis knew him more well than he'd like. ]
I'd hardly call myself familiar, despite what you might think. And it's been a month.
[ He takes the slightest step back as the older man slips down much akin to a snake, not entirely pleased at still having to look up, but more interested in what he's hearing than the concept of bitching more than he already plans to. Still, only hours...no wonder he had yet to see hair or hair of his presence. At the very least, it means his skills haven't degenerated even with the lack of work. ]
I suggest you get used to it, then, as you'll only see them half the day. It's afternoon now- or mid-day, as I prefer.
[ And Mishka is certainly right, because while Adelis will let him have his little questions, all smiles and lackadaisical manner as he always is, it's not meant to last. ]
It'll wear off if you blink enough, but hide away like a rat and you'll find it burning more than most. [ It's as blunt as it always is, but the elder is no doubt use to the sting of his tongue by now. ] And hell if I know, but perhaps it would do you some good. Now if you don't mind, I find myself owing you something long overdue.
[ Said something is the arc of his hand, as he goes in for a harsh smack across the other's face. Roll to dodge, jackass. ]
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Still. Adelis is animated as he talks, agitated as always and familiar in a way he hadn't been in awhile. It is nice to listen to him grouse and snipe about pettier matters, when far more recent memories recounted an Adelis weighed down heavy by worse matters. Weaker and starving; struggling, grit teeth and nails dug into skin, against a curse unbearable.
If this is an extended vision shown to him in the last moments before he's swallowed by the gaping abyss, then he finds no surprise in the fact that he's met an Adelis who is as he once was.
In any case, this reverie of thought is why he's quite off guard when Adelis throws a full force smack at him - reflexively, he's quick to twist back and turn on his ankle in a manner fairly professional - but it's a little too late and Adelis is a little too close for Mishka to save himself. Ow !!!!!! )
And what, mind you, incurred this particular debt? ( PUTS A HAND ON HIS CHEEK... It doesn't really hurt past the initial sting, but it'll probably leave a mark for a time. ) The sheer gall of my appearance here, or some other transaction?
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He gives his hand a little wave before he promptly tugs the glove on tighter again, making an indignant snort at Mishka's question. Perhaps some people would say those unaware don't deserve the retribution, but Adelis is certainly not one of those people. ]
The gall is certainly one thing. [ It's not that he utterly despises it, per-say, but he has his reasons for the burning embers of irritation that flare to life in his mentor's presence. Well-deserved reasons. ] But whether you're aware of it or not, your appearance elsewhere has given me far more bloody grief than you're worth!
[ Luckily, the slap hadn't been particularly cold, if only due to the iciness of his skin being covered in leather. Even the sweltering heat cannot stop the lack of warmth that settles in his bones. And while Mishka himself, in all his flesh and blood glory, may not be personally responsible, it's his likeness and damned insect minions that caused this all the same. ]
I suppose there's little I can do about it now, besides find myself enjoying your obvious suffering. [ Not that he's doing too well himself, but he's doing /better/. He's got, like, a month of sun-related knowledge to get the one-up on him. ] Were you intending to hide in that tree all day 'till you finally expired and exploded into a mess of rot?
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Well, it can't have been all that serious, given Adelis lets him off with a slap and resigns to lording over him and his pre-heat stroke state. )
Well, while you're enjoying my hastening expiration, perhaps you'd find yourself pleased enough to enlighten me as to what our latest encounter was, exactly. ( He wants to get their timelines straight! But he hardly says that directly. ) I get up to some number of things - and I'd very much like to know what I'm guilty of "elsewhere."
( He's fairly sure that if Adelis knew of Mishka's little trick with stalling Alexei, he might not be let off with just a slap. He presumes, then, this Adelis doesn't know of that. Why ruin things?
He leans against the tree, folding his arms. )
In any case, I was hoping to recover before returning to my designated shack. I'd like to know the lay of the land, but I might find that level of exploration will only agree with me when the stars return to the sky. Perhaps a certain Rosell might be kind enough to guide me?
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It'd just unfortunate of all the people and all the times, it had to be that one. That's the one that got him fucked over. ]
If enlightenment is what you want, then I suppose I'll give it to you. [ His glare hasn't softened in the least, especially when he crosses his arms taut over his chest. ] I'm never listening to you when you vet someone to me again. 'Trustworthy' and 'Tips Well' my bloody arse- that sack of shite got me killed and saddled me with a curse to go along with it.
[ He's not even going to attempt to explain the dreamland fiasco- he has no desire to bring up the specifics of any of them. The dancing and the kneeling and repenting, especially.
It's infuriating how unbothered he is by everything, as he usually tends to be- all the more reason for him to lightly scoff at the suggestion. ]
Well, you've got many hours yet till then if that's your intention. I wonder if you'd survive that long. [ He should leave him here, really. Mishka is fully capable of looking after himself, no matter what he says, and he knows that fully well-
But perhaps it's the disconcerting feeling of having someone from home here, or perhaps the disgusting familiarity, but a beat passes before he makes an aggravated noise in the back of his throat. For fuck's sake. ]
Ugh. Fine. If only to spare the soil from the effects of your taint. [ He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. ] I'll give you somewhere to avoid keeling over like a sick dog, but if I find any vermin in my house because of you, I'll throw you out into the blistering heat.
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Perhaps it's for the best. An Adelis mostly untouched by the worst of what would come is for the better. )
Would you take my head as a price for my apology? ( He dips into a bow half-apologetic, half-teasing, parroting the words he offered Adelis before when Adelis complained to him of the Sage before - not that Adelis would know this (yet). ) I can't promise my smaller friends won't come streaming out, so I'd advise this path with caution.
( It's not as if he doesn't feel responsible for sending Adelis into a literal death trap, but he figures Adelis ought to know he takes that responsibility seriously - or else he wouldn't even play at an apology with him. What's done is done though, and what was left was for Adelis to negotiate for recompense, if he wanted it. )
Oh? You'll invite me to your home? I suppose I'll have to make myself look presentable. Please, guide the way. ( He couldn't resist, but he's sure Adelis will attempt to make him regret this. ) I imagine the Goddess ( question mark ) will be quite grateful for your good deeds, keeping my corpse off her lands... Speaking of - this Goddess is the one who's arranged this paradise, and who has us dancing before her as if a ballerina in a music box?
( You know, just to keep his lore straight, if there's anything more the welcome pamphlet didn't mention. )
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...Perhaps that makes it more annoying, in a way, that he knows he should be perhaps a little less irritable. The warning earns a rather aggravated click of the tongue. ]
And have it spread disease everywhere? I think not. [ Whenever Mishka dies, he has no doubts it would be better to be far, far away, lest all that plague and vermin come flowing out like a raging river once there's nobody to contain it properly. ] I've little interest in putting up with any of your so-called 'little' friends again anytime soon, so perhaps a furnace would be better suited.
[ A knowing jab at a certain someone's heavy avoidance to heat and fire- should have never let him know your weaknesses. He'll get his recompense, certainly, as Solyma demands the balancing of her follower's scales, but he'll save that for when the other looks far less like a rat about to drown in a sea of his own sweat. ]
There's hardly anything presentable about you right now. [ He very well might, as it gets more tempting by the minute. He's going to turn on his heel before he bothers to answer that question, dipping out into the harsh afternoon sun as he expects Mishka to follow. ] And yes. I wager you watch yourself in front of her, as she's been known to dole out punishments and curses at her leisure...perhaps not to the extent of the Blackharbour watch, but she seems to have a firm adoration of anything humiliating for those who cross her.
[ A moment of pause before he stops and turns, regardless of how well (or if at all) the older man has decided to tail after him. ]
And I suggest you keep pace, as I'm not going to carry you should you collapse. My generosity only extends so far.
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While the remark about the furnace earns the shadow of a grimace, he is otherwise composed. While his work as an assassin is generally solitary, it is, unfortunately, not exactly a weakness easy to hide from your own student - as much as he sometimes wishes he could have, with how Adelis enjoys indulging in it. )
Now, suppose I pass out in front of your home. In this heat, you'll be seeing all kinds of creatures you yet know exist swarming out of me.
( Fair warning! Look after your Mishkas!! He follows after Adelis, keeping pace with him, albeit it's a little forced. He looks burnt through with all this heat. )
This deity, though, sounds much like the entities we've had to contend with back home, so I suppose this is familiar... Speaking of, are you certain you don't need a salve? Your flush looks quite painful.
( Says local man who's about to be sporting some burns of his own soon enough, rip, )
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The shadow of a grimace earns the shadow of a smirk- the other may be his superior in many things, but he'll take having the one-up in any way he can take. Things are easy to piece together when you lack any light in your home, and keep your office free of candles and other such flame-related matters. Much like the insects crawling under his flesh. ]
Must you attempt to churn my stomach at every opportunity. Keep your bloody swarms inside where they belong.
[ Not to say he isn't hardened to gore and viscera, but even he doesn't have a love for the sight of swarming, wriggling insects. A better tolerance due to his closeness to the elder for years, but it's still not his first choice.
The obvious distress Mishka is under is his reward for putting up with this, as they trek through the blistering heat overhead. It's apparently supposed to be less sweltering tomorrow, thank christ, but neither of them are particularly made for hot climes.]
Familiar and just as aggravating. [ She hasn't tried to eat anyone yet, though, so still a one-up. The verbal poking of his wounds makes him grimace in turn, but luckily it isn't as noticeable with his back turned towards the other. ] And I've things at home, and if that doesn't work, then a potion leftover. I've lived through worse, and so have you.
[ He's also not going to mention it, but yeah, Mishka is even paler than he is- he's totally fucked. Luckily, rural means close, and his is somewhat closer to town than some others...from a distance, it's not in all too much better shape than Mishka's own, but it's notably cleaner and more put together. Probably because somebody's actually been working on it already. ]
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( An eye for an eye, babe. Honestly, if it genuinely bothered him he would've done something about it by now, so Adelis is safe to continue as he is. What's a little prodding between guys...
Besides, with how powerful Ostoya leaves its people, he's quite used to people trying to leverage power over whatever and whoever they could. It is a character of the country, in some way. )
It is my habit to pester. You'll have to put up with me inquiring after new and strange conditions, even if they're things you'll live through.
( As they make it to Adelis's property, he's all ooh's and ahh's... It looks much like his own! But better. )
Oh? Have you set about repair work already? I hadn't known you to be a carpenter.
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[ Honestly, he's probably been pushing boundaries since the day he was picked up, what with his tongue being wicked since his developing years, and he doubts he could get away with the things he says had he been picked up by anybody else. There's a degree of trust despite the bitter words and lashing quips, but he'd deny it at every turn. ]
Inquire all you want, it doesn't guarantee you'll get what you desire.
[ Especially not from him! Yet.
He steps past the lightly scuffed fence (from Syrlya's blind adventures), and gives a dismissive wave of the hand. ]
There's a carpenter in town. I'll till the land if I must, but I've better luck with taking things apart than I do building them. [ He's already reaching for the house key, and not a moment too soon, because fuck he's hot. ] They won't touch anything unless you concede to filling out the cards we've all been so graciously given, however, no matter what you do.
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( That Adelis is in good enough condition to grouse is good enough sign to Mishka that he's in well enough health, despite the concerning burnt quality of his skin, and that's enough to reassure him. He knows by now that Adelis isn't the sort to freely disclose matters, and will answer precisely when he feels he's most comfortable.
He doesn't know Adelis to be suicidal - prideful, yes, but not a fool. Should there be a serious matter afoot, he's certain Adelis would find the means to fish himself out, or use whatever, or whoever, he can. )
Ah, I believe the pamphlet said something or other about that. These acts are... curious, to say the least. Is this deity of the land a voyeur of sorts? It's hard to imagine the motive is as genuine as the pamphlet claims it is.
( Once the door is open he's gonna head in right quick after Adelis, not a fan of the heat, thank you. If there's a chair of sorts, or literally anything, he might even just take a seat... pls... )
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The house is...actually better, on the inside- there's no holes or loose floorboards, or any drafts, either. Not even a single crack in the glass panes of the windows. While a bit plain, it's already far better than most Ostoyan accommodations by virtue of being a perfectly sturdy roof over one's head. He leaves the lights off, since it's brightly lit enough just from the sun shining in, and doesn't even have to gesture since Mishka is right on his heels. ]
You're fortunate they've alternate forms of lighting here, so there's little need for lanterns or candles.
[ Not that he really understands it much, but since all he has to do is flick a switch, he won't bother digging deep into the schematics. Magic and science aren't his fortes, anyway. He has some candles tucked away in his cabinet as backup, regardless, but he won't mention that
yet.Mishka can drop into one of the kitchen chairs, sturdy and wooden, as Adelis shuffles to his cabinet with a grimace. He gets one cup, and then thinks about it before muttering under his breath and grabbing a second. He doesn't bother answering until he turns the tap on the sink, letting the water run to fill them. Look at that. Fucking running water. ]
I gave on bothering to figure out her motives. I presume she thrives on watching everyone flounder, given the things she wants us to do. [ One cup filled, and then he shoves the second under the stream. ] Be it from the basic to the debasing...or the salacious, although I've found not everyone has the fortune of being saddled with those.
[ He slams the cup in front of the other man perhaps a little aggressively, but it's not enough to spill it, at least. Drink up, plague-man. ]
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I'm glad there's finally a location that's had the good sense to get rid of lanterns entirely. Dangerous things.
( And personally offensive to Mishkas! He seems overall impressed - it has four walls and a roof, and while it needs repairs, it's far cry from Ostoyan shelters - and certainly superior to his own. He melts into the kitchen chair. )
Oh? ( Watching Adelis fill up a second water... Aww... Babe... ) You sound as if you've had this fortune bestowed upon you yourself.
( The slammed cup doesn't bother him, given this is already high hospitality from an Adelis, honestly. He just raises an eyebrow, and smiles before taking up the cup to drink. Not too eagerly, but not especially paced, either. )
I've some salacious requests, myself, if it eases the tension between your shoulders at all.
( It wouldn't, because nothing ever does for Adelis except the cold hard clink of gold, but u kno, )
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Dangerous to you, perhaps. And here I thought moths were supposed to like flames.
[ He takes a seat on the opposite end of the table, although he leans a bit back against the solid wood as he narrows his eyes over the lip of his own cup. This is...well, not a scenario he expected to find himself in around here, but considering the bullshit going on around here, he supposes he should get used to the unexpected by this point.
The narrowed eyes turn more into the glare at the suggestion, but Adelis doesn't deny it, which says enough. He isn't the first, after all, and he certainly won't be the last.
Speaking of, he finds his own eyebrow arching at Mishka's confession, something flickering on his face for a brief moment before it disappears. Isn't that a hell of a choice to make... ]
Really, now. [ Of all the people. ] I'd say little would do so thus far, but it has given me more reason to judge our esteemed host's sense of taste.
[ He's morbidly curious, now- learning what sort of activities, debasing or otherwise, the older man has gotten saddled with. It's the curiosity that has him tapping the table, not removing his gaze as he sets his own cup down. ]
And just what, pray-tell, have you been given to accomplish?
[ The card. Bring it out. ]
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( He says, conversational, but not dishonest. There is a subtle beauty to the horrifying and brutal - to that which can kill you with ease. Mishka finds that this is, perhaps, the allure that surrounds vampires; it is not their natural beauty which attracts, but the threat of their bite, and the carelessness, the ease, with which they kill. Such is the flame to a moth.
But that is neither here nor there.
That Adelis obliquely confirms he's received some erotic squares, a similar curiosity latches onto Mishka's mind - but it is nearly shadowed by the tap of Adelis's fingers. Adelis truly wants to know, doesn't he, what he's about to get up to? This in itself is a thought far more fascinating than any of his own squares. )
Now, is it so fair to ask for mine and not offer yours? ( In other words - he's doubtful Adelis will just tell him if he asks. So: ) For each of your squares you share with me, I'll share mine with yours. Or - perhaps, we ought make this a game: I tell you two false squares and mix in one true one, and you've got to guess which one is real...
( AKA we can do this the easy way or the hard way, Adelis, )
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[ He's technically not incorrect, as it's just Adelis' usual grumbling- and he could agree, on the vampire front, if only somewhat. The sheer hatred that bubbles under his veins tends to eclipse whatever beauty he might see in them, beyond the initial otherworldly aura they tend to give off.
For all his misplaced curiosity ( he won't delve into why he's so interested in knowing, because even he doesn't know himself ), he still finds himself grimacing at the offer. He should have been expecting that, really, but perhaps the time away has managed to dull his resistance to Mishka's bullshit.
Hm. He'll have to fix that. ]
Games have always been your fancy, and hardly my own. [ The usual stick in the mud, despite the other's efforts. ] And part of me feels like you would mix in an obscene amount of bullshite just to fuck with me.
[ It would be on brand. He takes another tentative sip of his water, stewing it over in his brain for a few moments. He shouldn't really encourage him, but... ]
...Only with another addendum. Lose enough times and you have to simply hand over the card.
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( Of course he has a cheeky reply, every time - where Adelis employs his thorns, Mishka is simply ceaseless. He feels it's quite his right to pester Adelis in return, and, if anything, it seems the most reasonable way to show affection - Adelis would not accept it in a straightforward manner, and - well. Is any Ostoyan well-versed in transparent affection? If someone is, Mishka would like to study them.
Regardless, an eyebrow raises slightly when Adelis does not conclude his analysis with a frank rejection, as Mishka had been expecting. That he is willing to entertain Mishka's suggestion, and append an all or nothing rule, sounds to him he very much wants to see Mishka's card.
It was very well, for though Mishka doesn't show it, he very much wants to see Adelis's card, as well. The acts themselves concern him less than the thought that Adelis has likely completed some number of them already, given the state of his house - unless, perhaps, Adelis's roommate has been doing all the work.
Who was he rooming with, anyway? )
Very well. I assume the terms apply to you as well? ( He laughs, casual, cheerful, as he sets his mostly-empty cup down. ) Since I'm quite exhausted still, and you're very much still charred, let's do the best of 2 out of 3. Does that seem reasonable?
If so, I'll gladly go first.
( No need to drag this out ad infinitum - though he had partly intended to just to annoy Adelis. Now that Adelis has painted a stronger portrait of his interest, though, Mishka is quite eager to see his reaction to his card - or obtain Adelis's card in turn. )
It seems I've received a bingo card containing a request to... Take someone on a date, hold their hand, or have intercourse with them on a rooftop ☆
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They, however, do not. They stick their own, build their circles, and keep the heat within to let none escape. Such is life for Ostoyans, clannish as they are. To freely share your limited warmth is to let the cold in to burn and wither away all you hold dear.
Adelis would not admit that he does not have a circle, or so he says- but the fact he could hiss and curse all he wants and still let the other man shows how well he sticks to that principal.
His reasons for wanting to see that card notwithstanding. He taps his own glass down, cup considerably more full than that of the dehydrated beehive across the table, and clicks his tongue. ]
Fine. It's not as if I've anything else to occupy my time with right now, anyway.
[ A little too burnt to be tending the fields right now...so he crosses his legs and leans back, mentally preparing himself for whatever pain this is going to be. And he's right, of course, because the first few options out of Mishka's mouth earn a twitch of the brow.
Now, he's paid attention to a lot of offered cards, now...just to get a gist of the options available. He thinks he knows what most of them are, sans the ones he can't place due to the cultural differences. Which is exactly why he has to think about two...the third, however- ]
A bloody roof? At least attempt to make it sound plausible. [ Obviously not that one. The other two are a toss-up, though, so it takes a moment of deliberation before he opts to offer. ] Handholding. For the real one.
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He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't - it's that the sex on a rooftop actually seems far more reasonable than sex in public. But that would be giving it away, wouldn't it? )
Ah, you've got me. But a rooftop isn't wholly implausible, is it? Some are quite flat.
( Maybe he'll suggest it to the Goddess! You never know. )
Your turn, then.
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It's far too specific. Not to mention, there's not a lot of roofs you could even attempt to bed someone on.
[ Pretty none all of the houses they've been given around here have flat ones, and he doubt she'd specifically ask them to fucking bone on a roof in town. She's ridiculous, but even she has her limits, he thinks.
Right. His turn. ]
Getting drunk, serenading someone, or wine tasting.
[ Thinking back on other people's cards...his might not be so bad, actually. ]
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NSFW god is no longer watching
the nightseer sage is, however,
he can pay if he wants to look
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