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( open ) foolishly laying our hearts on the table, stumblin' in
WHO: Elysium, Wriothesley, and YOU!
WHAT: BACHELOR PARTY
WHERE: Various locations in Las Vegas
WHEN: May 15th-16th
WARNINGS: Copious consumption of alcohol, unsafe and insane behaviour probably (it's a night out in Las Vegas, standard warnings apply), I'll add more as they come up
[ On the evening of May 15th, all characters will be receiving the following text. Unless you're you know who, who it's been purposefully filtered away from. ]
🎉 You're Invited to Wriothesley's Bombastic Bachelor's Bash!!! 🎉
Date: May 16th
Time: 11AM — ???
Locations:
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Dress Code: Casual, swimwear
Join us for a day of exciting adventures as we celebrate Wriothesley's last hurrah as a single man, jam packed with activities to make it a time to remember! From aerial rides to skydiving, to a poolside lunch and bar-hopping with party games, it's our time to let LOOSE!
Bar and general venue expenses will be covered by yours truly, but for everything else please plan your budget accordingly. For any questions, contact me here @ hottie.
Whether you know the man or not, the more the merrier! He'll be happy to have you.
Can't wait to see you there!
Your new or old best bud,
Elysium
( OOC: This is an open log, so feel free to thread jack and top level to your heart's content! Characters may join for every prompt or the select few they'd be interested in, assume the locations field contains a detailed timeline of where the crew will be and when. For the bar and clubbing prompt, characters ages 21+ only, please!
No one's actually getting married btw (probably), Elysium just wants an excuse to party. )
WHAT: BACHELOR PARTY
WHERE: Various locations in Las Vegas
WHEN: May 15th-16th
WARNINGS: Copious consumption of alcohol, unsafe and insane behaviour probably (it's a night out in Las Vegas, standard warnings apply), I'll add more as they come up
[ On the evening of May 15th, all characters will be receiving the following text. Unless you're you know who, who it's been purposefully filtered away from. ]
Date: May 16th
Time: 11AM — ???
Locations:
██████████████
██████████████
██████████████
██████████████
Dress Code: Casual, swimwear
Join us for a day of exciting adventures as we celebrate Wriothesley's last hurrah as a single man, jam packed with activities to make it a time to remember! From aerial rides to skydiving, to a poolside lunch and bar-hopping with party games, it's our time to let LOOSE!
Bar and general venue expenses will be covered by yours truly, but for everything else please plan your budget accordingly. For any questions, contact me here @ hottie.
Whether you know the man or not, the more the merrier! He'll be happy to have you.
Can't wait to see you there!
Your new or old best bud,
Elysium
( OOC: This is an open log, so feel free to thread jack and top level to your heart's content! Characters may join for every prompt or the select few they'd be interested in, assume the locations field contains a detailed timeline of where the crew will be and when. For the bar and clubbing prompt, characters ages 21+ only, please!
No one's actually getting married btw (probably), Elysium just wants an excuse to party. )
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[Maybe it isn't. He's no Memokeeper. He can't look into minds, rifle with memories. His guess as to what's going on in this man's head is as good as anything.]
[Which makes it funnier when he just says that.]
But....aw. Oh well. Oh well, oh well, oh well. I don't think you're an easy guy to predict, though. I think you like it that way.
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I'll tell you what I really think. [ A poke to Sampo's forehead, weighty enough to send his head back. ] It's that you think too much, aaaaaand that I'm too unbothered to try and keep up with you. If I'm wrong? I'm wrong. No water off my back. Just how much do you want me to know you, Mister Koski?
[ Or, how much does he not want him to know him? Which would he find more amusing? Elysium thinks he'd find elation in both right and wrong, and so he delivers. In half-measure. It's hard not to taunt Sampo when he willingly matches every step of his dance beat for beat. As fun as it is to pull others in and force them to match his rhythm, or leave them stumbling along in his wake—theirs is dance unlike one he's experienced before, that leaves him wondering how much longer they'll be able to keep it up. ]
But, I'll give you that. I'd rather not be predictable. Still, I'd maintain I'm a simple guy. Because on the flipside? If I had to pick a role for myself… I'd probably be one of the actors. How does that sound?
[ There's no right or wrong here, either, his curiosity in how he chooses to answer by itself. ]
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[Can anyone even know themselves, or is it just cobbled masks from different people's perspective? Ah, there he goes again, being philosophical, but it's far from the stuffiness of some bookworms in some dark little library. If it is philosophy, it's a dance through knowledge and the understanding of self.]
The actor...hm! Yes! [And he's pulling up his hands to make a little camera over his eye, making clicking noises on his tongue.] You would be a face for the paparazzi to love! Your name all over billboards, banners, posters....heh. Main role? Or side guy?
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[ A willingness to share. A willingness to listen. In the same vein as, it's not that deep bro… ignoring that he hasn't been forthcoming, either. If one does not acknowledge one's own grocery list of issues, one does not have to acknowledge the telephone book of another's; at least, he doesn't put the onus on Sampo and instead splits it neatly in the centre. ]
With the two of us together, how can we not have a guaranteed hit on our hands? [ In accordance to Sampo's camera, Elysium gives him a heart by crossing his thumb and index finger, practiced smile reaching all the way to his eyes. Of course there has to be a wink—they're talking fan service.
Once the picture snaps, he's back to his usual self. ]
But the world isn't ready for that yet, [ "Elysium" isn't main character potential, ] so it's the supporting role for me. Seeing something shine with help from your direct hand… there's no feeling like it.
Why don't you join me on the stage? [ Fold first. ] There are an awful lot of empty positions at the moment.
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[The supporting role thing is a mild surprise, but he rolls with it as he always does.]
[If he puts a card down, its a Joker, here. When was that card ever in play?]
You say that like I'm not already there. I even told an old friend right before I woke up here...this old timer is going to take the stage and make a fool out of himself. How about....your roguishly handsome shady comic relief at your side? How does that sound?
[He practically sparkles.]
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[ Sampo sparkles, and Elysium wonders if the hint of madness isn't just a trick of the light. It probably isn't; he trusts his gut more than anything. What does he do about it? Nothing. Or really, he does worse——Elysium wants to go down the rabbit hole and see where it leads. ]
Clearly you've thought about this more than I have. But that's a different stage, isn't it? We'll have to set up our own.
[ Party busses apparently have dividers… why they haven't set one up before, dwbi, Elysium is doing that now. For what purpose that he needs to do it in the first place? dwbi!! ]
After earnest and not so earnest attempts on both our parts, our dogged protagonist is off on their adventure, accomplishing grand achievements all on their own. That leaves our roguishly handsome shady comic relief and charmingly cryptic friend who seems to hold every answer behind. Perhaps emboldened by the protagonist's genuine nature and efforts, the friend decides to take matters in their own hands.
[ It's too bad they're on a vehicle and in motion; Elysium is briefly reminded of Sampo's reaction to being closed in on. Instead, in a marked difference from earlier, his arm snakes around Sampo's shoulders to pull in him close. In a lower octave than his usual: ]
"… Aren't you a little too handsome to just be comic relief? What exactly are you planning?"
[ it's a shitty script because he isn't a playwright ]
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[Not quite that at all. There's more motivation than just a good time, which he thinks surprised even Sparkle when he told her.]
[But even as he dwells back on that final meeting, the man's arm moves to close them in with the divider - and then with his words, he spins a tale. And finally, the pièce de résistance, that arm that shifts around him, pulls him in across this metaphorical poker table, as if daring him to drop that smiling poker face and reveal a little more under the surface.]
[Initial surprise comes and goes, and even though he's well and enough caught, something flares, a little excited, in the turquoise wells of his eyes. Of course, something like this won't really nab him. Many a Silvermane Guard would agree with it. But here, he plays along. His own hand moves up between them, fingertips tracing his side before putting a playful poke into his chest.]
"Oh, my good sir!". [He says. He is not playwright either, but he's good at playing parts.] "Should the pot be calling the kettle black, here? Aren't you a little too cryptic and mysterious for anyone's liking?"
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Was that possibly Elysium's only issue at the time? Yeah. Help. ]
"For anyone's liking? Are you sure about that?" [ His smile is smug. Reactionary. He schools it back into something more serious when his free hand catches Sampo's to hold it in place, fingers deliberately grazing over his knuckles. ] "Even now, as I have you under me… you're refusing to tell the truth? Why else would you be shady?"
[ what is the genre again. anyway. out with the final boss confession with you. ]
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[Also yes. This feels like they've made a step back from the abyss compared to last time. Which is fine, by Sampo's reckoning. It may not be as dangerous as he first expected, but there's a certain thrill to it, too. It's not the threat of death, but the threat of a hunter and a prized animal he wants to keep in a cage. Perhaps. maybe. Even his metaphors are escaping him, here.]
[The man's hand is on his, and Sampo leans in with a little huff of a sigh, forehead against forehead. His fingers curl over the other's, his free hand trailing, naughtily, at the curve of the man's hip. As I have you under me, he says. He would like that position.]
"Can't a guy be shady about normal things? Like deals, and bargains. Nothing more. Besides, I'll give you this, darling. I tell the truth when it gets the biggest laugh."
[And he laughs at that, as if to punctuate it.]
"From you, especially."
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But Sampo's hand causes his breath to hitch and his eyebrows to furrow in discomfort. Once again, he finds where Elysium is most vulnerable however unintentionally; along his hip lays a neat row of crystals, solid to touch through the thin fabric of desert-appropriate attire. Although he doesn't say anything, his expression does grow increasingly severe in the quiet way a supposedly tamed wild animal would behave up until it loses its patience—that is, until he takes a sudden, measured breath for a brief reset—but he imagines that the damage has already been done.
It's true. Just because there's no threat of death, it didn't necessarily mean there's no danger. He'll salvage it. In a way that doesn't make sense, but he'll salvage it. Leaning closer to Sampo's ear, his breath is likely warm against its shell. ]
"If that was all you were shady about, then we wouldn't be having this problem. And if you won't come clean… don't you know? I have my ways of getting the information I need from people."
[ A whisper: ]
"Even if it's you." [ With that final warning——he bites. ]
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[He is an observant man. Has to be in his line of work. He wasn't blind when he saw the crystals earlier when he kissed the man's hand. He wasn't numb now when he feels the edges of the crystals as he touches them. The way Elysium's expression changes, something serious settling in before abating, draws his attention like a moth to a flame.]
[What does it mean? If it were a regular part of his species, or something normal to him in general, he wouldn't expect such a reaction. No. This is something else. A little string of vulnerability.]
[He has to decide how much he wants to tug. When to tug. If he even wants to tug at all.]
[The man's breath is enough to tug his own thoughts away, and he stills, muscles tensing. Maybe his body anticipates it more than his brain does, because it helps with the surprise when those teeth dig into to sensitive cartilage.]
Ah-
[It really is shameless, the sudden flush of blood that stains his cheeks as he gasps into the man's shoulder. How naughty. Really, this cryptic friend is so cruel to a guy who's only here to be funny, really!]
[He's following that up with a press of his teeth against the other's jawline - he won't bite, but it's almost a threat to do so. That hand at his hip grips further up over his waist.]
"You scoundrel. Doing such a thing to a pure soul like me-! Who will put you in your place, huh?"
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Before he knows it, Sampo's mouth is against his jawline. He could easily pull the man in his lap. His eyes see, from their periphery, the pretty red that colours Sampo's cheeks. Under, he'd said, but he's kind of imagining it the other way around, now, with how much easier it'd be to do as he wills and keep Sampo's hands from straying where they shouldn't. It'd be simple. One motion. They technically achieve the same thing, in this case, in restraining this insufferable man who's been dancing too well to the beat. His pulse flutters, and his breaths would be staccato if he hadn't gotten that under control moments ago.
Which is its own reminder, on top of Sampo's words, that things were quickly getting out of hand. Does that really matter, though? … Yes. It does. They're on a goddamn bus with however many of their teammates on the other side, and—it's much too soon to give in.
At least he hadn't gone further than a bite, is the cope. ]
… Me.
[ Who will put Elysium in his place, he'd asked? Elysium himself, apparently. In the single second he achieves clarity, he unwinds his arm from Sampo's shoulders, extracts and drops the hand against his chest to shove Sampo's other hand away from his waist. He even has the audacity to sit back, close his eyes, and cross his arms and legs. Calling him a charming cryptid might be a bit on the nose, but that's exactly the behaviour he's exemplifying. Sampo isn't getting much more explanation than that. ]
That's a place to end, if any. [ enjoy the cliffhanger. ] Not bad for a first rehearsal, right?
[ first rehearsal, he says, like they're going to do it again???????
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[Moments are fretful, temporary things. Either you take them by the horns or let them flit away. But even if Elysium doesn't push it further - well, Sampo thinks he would've done the exact same thing in his position. There's no heartbreak here as he's pushed back, only a sheen in his eyes of someone who had the taste of an exquisite delicacy but is exceedingly patient for the next try.]
[It's fun. Ah, it's so fun! It's so, so fun.]
[He's shoved back, and he slumps onto the seat...before he reaches up his hand to rub over the side of his head with a whine.]
Owie....you really took a number out on my ear...
[He's rubbing it and pouting like a little kid. This was the man who was so dangerously close to toeing the line with this dance, before. In a brief second, though, he's back to a smile, even giving the other man a little clap.]
Not bad, not bad! Though we really need to get a better set for the next go-around, hm?
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[ Meanwhile, he's still just sitting and regulating his breathing, focusing on the steady beat of music in their backdrop. If nothing else, it merits a cheekier grin even if his eyes remain closed. ]
Now, what do you have in mind when you say "better"? Wasn't this exercise rather exciting as it was?
[ Who's the coward… him or Sampo… the risk of discoverability makes all the difference in snapping someone back to reality, but at the same time? Hm. That doesn't sound right, either? ]
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[Et tu, fellow actor?]
[He also settles back into the seat, gazing over at the man. He's keen enough to notice the deep breaths the other is taking - to calm down? To stabilize himself?]
[How very interesting. He smiles lightly, reaching up a hand to brush his own bangs back thoughtfully.]
...Haha, maybe something with a little more leg space? These knees aren't all they're cracked up to be, anymore.
[Old man that he is, and all.]
But...if I have to be honest. [And he's still keeping that stare, as if daring for him to open his eyes and see his own happy face.] I'll make an exception for anywhere if you happen to be there. I mean it.
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[ That's how it works. Obviously. He exhales a sigh, as if what he'd heard was ridiculous. Another thing to note—a sort of defiance that arises in response to Elysium's pent-up energy. ]
… You say that a lot. [ He has to be honest, Sampo says, and alright, fine. Elysium will take him up on his words and reopen his eyes, gaze boring right into Sampo's own. ] Do you realise? That you "mean" something. A little too used to being protested, aren't you?
[ Maybe as a quiet, little voice in the back of his head, he still wants to contort the smile on Sampo's face. If the body is often said to be the most honest part of one's self, what did it say about Sampo, being able to reign himself in so cleanly? Curious. ]
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[Guess he's not winning that argument.]
[The observation makes him blink - ah, he doesn't think he noticed it himself. How astute Mister Elysium is. Sampo brings his hands together, eyes sparkling.]
I say what I mean, and I mean what I say! [And then he's settling back down from that proclamation, though the little smile is nowhere close to leaving.] But well...in this line of work...not many people like a salesman. So I have to work extra hard to show people I'm not here to fleece them, ehe.
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[ aite sir. To Elysium's credit(?) it's not so much an accusation as it is friendly ribbing. ]
There's nothing I trust more than my own judgement. So, you don't have to try that around me.
[ To take a page out of Sampo's playbook: ]
I'll believe what I choose, and choose what I believe. [ He throws in one of the laughs Sampo's apparently so fond of for emphasis. ] But I'll take your word for it this time, I suppose. It was [ … ] fun, taking the stage with you. I'd hope you don't plan to be just anyone else's co-lead now!
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[But how interesting. He doesn't have to try, does he? But he tries with everyone. Only another fool would let down their guard. The turn of phrase makes him close his eyes, pleased and fox-like.]
I hope you're not just saying that it was fun for my sake. If you did have fun, then good.
[Now he's leaning back over again to puncture that personal bubble, hand patting the man lightly by the arm.]
Oh? But there's a lot of talented actors out there! Would you be.... [He gasps, dramatically.] Jealous?
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Certain things were easier to ignore when they weren't drawn to attention to your attention, is all. There's the ceiling, and then there's the ground. To be crushed, or to be swallowed whole by something unseen? Elysium's own eyes shine. ]
An old-timer's responsibility is to nurture the talents of a fledgling like me, isn't it? [ Sampo's hand is on his arm, and yet, he keeps them crossed. Nor does his gaze stray, like a bird of prey trained on its mark. ] Is it wrong to feel this way for the person who's introduced me to this world?
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[Elysium isn't some naive young man who is unaware of anything that is happening. He's shrewd, and sharp, and its why Sampo circles around him in the first place with his metaphorical coils. If he knew nothing, then he simply wouldn't be interesting enough to hold his attention.]
[It's as simple as that.]
Hehe. [And he's almost sheepish, tilting his head. His hand hasn't left.] I dunno about wrong, but...heh. It's a bit flattering, perhaps. You really want to make my ego balloon up like that? I might fly away~
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Instead, he cuts through to the crux of the matter—they're throwing aside feigned naivety. ]
Why don't you, then? [ There's a loftier air about him, mouth curving almost dangerously in constast to Sampo's own. ] So many actors out there… but none of them are me.
[ Neither will they be Sampo, but he hadn't been the one to hold on. It's incredible, really, the amount of confidence he's able to exude through his demeanour alone. ]
Has anyone else managed to starstruck you as I have?
[ A rhetoric question. Their dizzyingly fast progression wouldn't have been possible otherwise. ]
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[He knows its a rhetorical question. But he's never been one to follow things as they should be. Buck trends, spit in the face of rules, dance around order and skirt laws. But even so, such a question bears a thought or two to attach to it. Another thought skates in - he has the brief urge to pull up a finger, trace over the man's lips, that wonderful, tantalizing curve.]
[But he doesn't. Instead, he makes a little finger eight with his index finger over the man's arm, a little thoughtful.]
There's a lotta people I have yet to meet. So maybe I have yet to meet another like that. But...you?
[A little poke, in the middle of where that eight was.]
You're the type who wants to blind me where I stand with what you got. Kinda feels like it. Like looking at the sun.
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Isn't that a compliment?
The casual intimacy tickles at his arm. It's tempting to catch hold of that hand, again, to pull him flush and prevent him from looking away. The thoughts are shelved as he drags his leg up to rest his cheek on—since Sampo cares to liken him to the sun, then this sun will shine extra bright, just for him. Just this once. To play along with this one behind-the-scene act. ]
Allow me to pose another question to you. [ There's a beat, as Elysium distantly recalls how Sampo had played with his bangs moments ago. He reaches out to thread his hand in the same spot, fingers gently skimming over his forehead as he does. ] The sun, that you know will burn you if you fly too close… or the unfathomable sea, where you can't see what might be lurking beneath its surface?
[ Elysium knows a thing or two about the sea, unfortunately, and knows better to underestimate it even at its calmest. Like making a ripple, he tucks strands behind the other's ear. ]
There might only be one sun, at least in this galaxy—but even it isn't indomitable. Sure, it rises again, and again. But at the end of the day… it gets swallowed up, too. Should I be flattered?
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[He is momentarily distracted by the hand that brushes over his forehead, shifting over to slide hair behind his ear. What a gentle gesture. It burns as he remembers the man's teeth on his ear minutes before. What a contrast. Hot and cold.]
[Why, he doesn't even know what he likes better. Both are good in their own ways. He wonder what Elysium likes. The sun both warms and burns in tandem.]
[He brings up the sea, and Sampo shakes his head. The hand at the other's arm trails down to his elbow, cupping it. Look at how nice and gentle he is, too.]
I think you should. Does the sun being swallowed take away from its splendor? Nah. I think not. Just makes it more special when it comes back out of the sea's clutches. The sea can't do such a thing, y'know?
[He hums, eyelids lowering into a lazy look, though the turquoise of his irises always remains sharp.]
No, you're still a sun. Let me be the sea. I already have the blue hair for it. Already built in, wouldn't you say?
[In some other planet, "Koski" means rapids, whitewater. Maybe the water metaphor is more on point than even known.]
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