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Barok van Zieks ([personal profile] winebar) wrote in [community profile] crescentview2023-01-17 10:01 pm

Town Hall Meeting The Second

WHO: Everyone willing
WHAT: van Zieks trying to catherd, again, in order to Establish Law & Order.
WHEN: Sometime in the Summer between the various events.
WHERE: the forest, outside van Zieks' farm.
WARNINGS: chaos mostly, more will be added if needed.

[A week or so after the chaos of Hot or Not, each farm will recieve another missive from Barry Z himself, chief buzzkill, who clearly learned nothing from how things went last time. It reads as such;]

To All Parties Brought to the Island by the Harvest Goddess,

Tomorrow at 11AM sharp, please arrive at the location indicated on the map shown of the reverse of this document. The topic of discussion on the table is the potential establishment of some form of social contract and body of law. As before, I cannot force attendance, however, I would again hope everyone sees the benefit in being involved in this discussion.

Sincerely,
Lord Barok van Zieks, Esquire


[And again as before, there's a map on the back. This time leading one to van Zieks' residence, an orderly forest farm with a nice stable currently housing the horse van Zieks rode in on to make himself the boss of things, apparently.

At the time of the meeting, there are two tables that were clearly brought out from inside. There are... snacks? Van Zieks is not a chef, you will have these strawberries and fried mushrooms and you'll like it, I guess. There was an attempt. Van Zieks himself is still dressing in his less fancy- but still absurd for this weather- three piece suit.]


Than you all for coming. I understand that the topic I have put on the table may seem... needlessly dire to some, however, in the case that something does happen, it would be far better for us to already have a system in place. I do not think we currently require any sort of active police force, but rather that we should have some sort of agreed set of behavior in place, and then elected individuals to adjudicate any potential disagreements.

As far as a social contract, on Mr. Trahearne's advisement, it would follow thusly; [He pulls out another paper to read from.]
- Do not cause unsolicited physical harm to one other.
- Do not harm or otherwise disrupt another person's farm.
- Do not damage, destroy, or unlawfully take possession of another person's property.
- Do not vandalize or otherwise disrupt communal spaces for us or the townspeople.
- Do not behave in such a manner that would elicit broad reprisal against the group as a whole from the townspeople or the goddess.

If anyone has any other thoughts, feel free to share them. I feel that this is basic enough that even those of you more prone to... rebellion can agree to it.

The second matter is to discuss how to handle if someone does break these rules. While I have made clear before my prior experience with the law, I understand that a system like this can only function if there is trust in those enforcing it. Thus I think that the authority should be given to whoever the group as a whole feels most comfortable entrusting it to. So I open the floor to nominations for that responsibility.

Finally, I'd like to make clear why this is necessary. I have spoken to the goddess, and as long as it does not directly interfere with her and her means, she has no intent of intervening if something were to happen to one of us. We are not her "people," the residents of the town are. Therefore, it is imperative that we work together to protect ourselves.

[And now he will step back and hope that some productive discussion happens.]
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[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-02-15 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trahearne feels how his hand slowly wets, he sees through lidded eyes how the flush spreads across his skin. It's strange, how he's grown so used to the moans and gasps of others, to hear the other man so quiet. But he's come to know the signs when he sees them, and the heat that radiates from him in a way that makes him want to attach himself to his body, to absorb it all for himself.

His hand shifts off Mishka's cock, the movement in his mouth pauses as it finishes a new bite mark. The arm propping himself up on the cabinets above come down, and he peels back, gently pulling Mishka's loose summer trousers down. He gives himself room by pulling one leg off, but not the other--good enough, he thinks to himself. He's almost certain they both want this, but it never hurts to ask. He doesn't want to hurt his...new friend.

Trahearne leans in again, pressing himself flush against Mishka as he peels the bark off his own groin, exhaling low in relief as his own erection comes free. He rests his head against Mishka's shoulder, his voice low and groggy as a finger drifts back to tease his entrance. ]


...If you don't mind.
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[personal profile] yourlenore 2023-02-16 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
( Trahearne's hand against his length feels— strange, but not unwelcome; if anything, he finds hs likes how it feels against him, and with each stroke comes a distant wave of pleasure that breaks against the drunken shore, softening the sharp edges of his thoughts.

For a moment he thinks Trahearne really has decided to finish once he pulls his hand away, but the bite that claims him catches a rare, voiced Ah— from his lips, and his hips feel that much cooler. Ah,

He swallows deep, feeling— Trahearne's finger at his entrance and Trahearne pressed against him, not clear on the exact proportion but distantly finding it bigger than he expected (he doesn't know what he expected, granted). But the query, so polite despite their drunken state and terms of meeting, finally fetches a smile on his lips, though Trahearne may not see it.

The hand at Trahearne's spine palms its way up drunkenly to Trahearne's head, fingers tangling in the leaves affectionately, as if to hold him gentle against his shoulder, and the other comes to rest at his chest. )


... Please. ( His voice is quiet, hushed, and secretive when he finally speaks, but almost, in some soft way, a little bit playful. ) You can do anything you'd like. I want you to.

( What else are friends for? )
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[personal profile] pactmarshal 2023-02-16 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ The hand at the back of his head serves to quell the brief alcohol-induced dizziness, and Trahearne finds himself sighing. Which he finds to be an unusual reaction, but he decides not to think too hard about it. Especially not after all that wine.

Briefly his hand dips away, to slick his cock and hand with the syrup that has begun to leak from the tip, the faint pressure from his own hand giving him relief. Oh, though he still feels vaguely spent from the day before, the arousal aches. He needs this--even if the rational part of him was still awake, it's unlikely he'd stop here.

His clean hand comes to rest on Mishka's hip again, pressing and steadying him against the edge of the counter, as his wet finger pushes in. His finger travels in and out, rubbing against the soft of his insides, before he adds a second. With longer, more deliberate strokes he stretches, feels the heat around him, and silently takes in every minute reaction he gets from the other. He's so quiet. So subtle. Trahearne could possibly close his eyes and think he was someone else... ]