Mini Event: Weekend of Misfires

[seasonsmods]

Somewhere in the Research Center...

"Meowr?!"

"AAAAAHHH!! Oh no! Buttercup you can't just drop my coffee onto the server! Bad kitty! Bad! -- Ohh, Helene is going to be so pissed off once she hears... better start fixing this. Buttercup, this is the last time I bring you to work!"

"Mreow..."

"... you're right, it's not. But I'm still annoyed at you, you little cutie troublemaker."

Note: The above is not something anyone would be aware of, just a "how did this happen"

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Welcome to a Mini Event which is basically: network server has been damaged, so all network messages have a chance of going to the wrong recipient. It doesn't need to happen, but there's a high chance of misfires happening for the duration of the mini event.

This post can be used for sending out messages that can end up for anyone and everyone completely without meaning to. Feel free to also just send a blank message with your character and receive messages from others! Whatever works best for you and is most fun~!

This event will happen for the whole weekend, starting from now and ending on late Sunday night once they finally manage to fix the mistake.


Remember to put warnings up if you want to post anything NSFW-ish and especially link pictures; however if it evolves into "sexting", remember to move it to another post.

Comments

[ruinedsky]

[They certainly have a way with Sylvain, and beyond just his usual "I'm a slut so I'm easy".]

I appreciate a lot of things about you, your majesty. [He winks up at her with his head still bowed over her hand. Though they are on the dance floor, so he returns quickly to that.]

[He keeps a good rhythm himself, for a man who isn't a musician in his own right. He probably could have been, given the right encouragement, and his athleticism means he moves well.]

I wouldn't say I'm called genteel very often, but I'll take it. You can divest me of anything you like, whenever you feel like.

[Yes that is a big blank cheque to write, no he isn't going to take it back.]

[sangreine]

[ Such are the dangers of being fun to flirt with, you tend to catch the attention of those with a tendency to be blatant in enjoying it. ]

[ Her eyes flash when he calls her "your majesty", and not in a proverbial way. They glow, just for a moment, lit red with flecks of gold like a snapping fire. Seems she likes that. ]

Treating royalty with her proper due counts as genteel, I'm afraid. [ Her words are spoken with a smile, so it would seem she's not afraid at all. ]

[ Saya curls closer to him while they dance, all swirling hips and teasing fingertips on the back of his neck. Allowing him to lead, but in such a way that it seems to be at her direction. She keeps unapologetically close with no concern for the fact that they're in a crowd. ]

My husband and I scratch very different itches, you might have noticed. He tends toward being more acquiescent [ polite word for "he likes to get wrecked" is definitely go. ] and I prefer to -- well. Give me an inch and I'll take ten miles while I make you sweetly beg for the privilege.

But before I get to that... I should ask your thoughts on being bitten. [ She smiles in such a way that shows off her sharp fangs. ] Strictly optional, I assure you. Some want to try it, some don't.

[ruinedsky]

[That very real and very magical flash in her eyes gives him a moment of pause. He can't tell at first what kind of reaction it was, but after a beat he realizes that it was very much a good thing and he relaxes about it, a smug and somehow still deferent little smile on his face.]

I will take the descriptor with grace, then.

[When it comes to being seduced, he is not used to the kind of feminine aggression Saya is turning against him. He finds himself weak to it and completely okay with the fact. He hasn't been with a woman who liked to be in charge since he was much younger, and flirting with older girls to try to learn from their experience. Learn he did... more than one lesson that way. But he puts those thoughts back into their box and leaves them there. Saya makes it easy to distract himself from memories.]

[The promise of making him sweetly beg tickles up his spine and makes him shiver. Goosebumps rise on the back of his neck under her fingertips. His pupils have dilated in the last several seconds as they catch on her fangs. Well, she did say she wasn't human. He never asked what she is, though, and frankly he still doesn't care.]

I'll try nearly anything once, [The way his voice has gotten slightly thicker says that he might in fact try it more than once.]

[sangreine]

[ The sight of his interest as he watches her fangs gets her eyes softly glowing again, a vibrant red accented with swirling golden. Nothing activates her like someone who not only accepts what she is, but enjoys it. (Potentially.) She can also hear heartbeats, and anytime his quickens her lips turn up a fraction more. ]

Nearly anything, you say. [ She shifts closer, in such a way that it seems part of the dance, slowly encroaching on him and narrowing the shape of the space between them. ]

My, you are a pleasant distraction. I do like the adventurous ones. [ Her voice is low and husky, all breath. ]

[ At last she's close enough for her body to brush against his in a clear tease. The hand that isn't busy on the back of his neck strokes down the line of his jaw, gently but deliberately urging him to stoop down toward her upturned face. ]

[ Just as it seems she's about to guide him to kiss her flower petal mouth, she pauses. ]

I think we should find some privacy. This way. [ Saya smoothly slides away from him to take his hand and guide him through the mob of dancing couples toward the area behind the bar. She approaches one of the large bouncers that's guarding a hallway. ]

Hi, Jasper. [ She crooks a finger at the bouncer and he leans down so she can whisper to him, he nods a few times, then he stands, hands her a key, and waves them through. Saya tugs Sylvain's hand so he'll follow along. ]

These are the VIP rooms, there's a private one at the end that's rarely used since it costs a fortune. Unless you know the owners, that is. Quite comfortable. We can get to know each other a little better.

[ Saya leads him to the end of the hall and uses the key to open the last door, which opens to a lovely candlelit room with lush furniture and a full wet bar setup in one corner. It looks more like a fancy hotel suite than a back room at a club. She closes the door behind them and places the key on a side table and turns to Sylvain with a sweet-sultry smile. ]

Now, then. Would you like a drink before I make your mouth incredibly busy?

[ruinedsky]

[This time there is no sudden worry about the glow in her eyes, but it still sends his heart jolting in surprise. It thrills through him, a promise of some unknown power that she has, and he remembers what she said when they first met. That she's dangerous.]

[She carries herself like a predator, that much is for sure. The regal, graceful confidence, the way she takes up space. He is drawn into her like a sailor to the sirens, and he's left with a bobbing throat and a body that itches with the loss of her closeness. So he's going to be toyed with like a cat with a mouse. That's fine, he will bounce on a string.]

I do my best to be both pleasant and distracting. And you, madam, are intoxicating.

[He follows her like a drunk man, feeling all awkward limbs and stupid dickbrained manwhore next to her, but he doesn't think she minds so much. The room is lavish, and has so many of those amenities that he still isn't used to having around.]

I'll take a sip of wine, if her majesty is feeling so gracious.

[He is already thinking about where exactly his mouth could be busy, and it shows in the way he stares.]

[sangreine]

[ A predator indeed. Saya is never more beautiful than when she's hunting, in whatever sense of the word. Her burning eyes are window enough into this; they convey her mood if one watches them closely enough to catch the subtle changes. ]

[ Spending time close to a Queen is like being caught in a slow pull of gravity, her attention narrowing the world to just the two of you. Being her toy can be a test of one's patience, for certain, but she always rewards her playthings aptly in the end. And -- whatever show of cool dominance she displays here and now, Saya has a huge heart that she opens freely. After the flare has lulled into afterglow she'll be all welcoming warmth and sweetness again. ]

Intoxicating. Such a lovely compliment. [ Her tone implies that she'd known what he would say all along and was simply waiting for her due, though her expression is genuinely charmed. ]

[ Saya glides over to the bar and produces two wide bowl wine glasses, which she fills with a deep red wine. (She had peered at the label with a critical eye, like she knows what she's doing with wine.) When she walks back over to him, a glass in each hand, the liquid in the glasses barely seems to move. ]

[ Saya hands over one of the glasses. ] Where I'm from a traditional toast is À votre santé, to your health. Would you offer one too?

[ Mostly she's curious what he'll say. ]

[ When he tries the wine after offering a few words, he'll find it's smooth and rich and concentrated. Much like she look she's giving him over the rim of her glass. ]

[ruinedsky]

[Sylvain has no fight in him for that gravitational pull. If anything, he is diving toward it with enthusiasm. Draw him in, let both of them forget everything else but fun and pleasure for awhile. That's all he ever really craves, and Saya is giving him the rare treat of making that easy, of taking most of the work of doing so away from him.]

[He will probably stumble, once her warmth and softness comes back, and try to distance himself before either of them can get too attached, but it will be a much more delicate act, now that he's a bit tangled in the social web she and Kantera created. He takes the wine and breathes in deep, savoring the rich scent.]

Hmm. To living in the moment.

[He tips his glass toward hers, then takes a sip. It's as heavy and dry as he had expected, fruity at first but doesn't overstay it's welcome. It's delicious.]