( open. ) firefighter calendar mingle!

[yuwon]

WHO: everyone!
WHAT: the firefighters put out a calendar every year and guess who is getting everyone involved.
WHERE: the venue for the photoshoot, somewhere in the city.
WHEN: within the first week of their arrival.
WARNINGS: nudity or partial nudity? will update warnings as they come.

The firefighters are looking for models to assist in their yearly calendar. Last year due to some mishaps, they missed the due date for this beloved tradition in the city, and so are not looking to really make sure everything is flawless this year. Since is no error for mistakes, they are even recruiting people to model as firefighters, as well as looking for people who can act as temporary photographers— in a city as busy as this one, it isn’t always easy booking a photographer for certain time slots.


1. As a photographer they are tasked to make the calendar spicy, but also unique! They figure one of the best selling points is variety. No more poses, the more avant-garde, the weirder even, the better! Like if your thing is posing with a carton of eggs, you do you!
2. Models are incentivized and even ranked (this is arbitrary, so I leave that all to you), so maybe this can also lift the competitive spirit of some! Or maybe you just really want to make some extra kryptos!
3. Outside of photographers and models, also looking for people who can enhance the overall experience. Do coffee runs for everyone, while also hyping or judging the models! Whatever they say fit! People can even stumble into these roles thinking they were here for a completing different reason! Or go out on an errand to come back and suddenly everyone is not as they once were.
4. Just have fun and free to make up your own scenarios! Even if it's walking in like 🧍‍♂️ I thought this was a pizza party.

NOTE: hi, this is the log for the firefighter calendar!

everyone is free to put up their top levels and tag around as they see fit. you can see it as you were messaged by someone randomly on the network about an opportunity to make additional kyptos, or they could have even found an ad. whatever works!

Comments

Taryon Darrington | Critical Role | Open

[likemybooks]

Arrival

[Listen. Taryon is well aware of the fact that he is an attractive man, and anyone would appreciate an opportunity to witness his handsomness, in person or not. Partaking in photography for the greater good sounds like a fun time, and he has to see this technology in action. The camera function on his implant has not yet lost his novelty, and he wants to see how the professionals set up their perfect shot.

The problem is that he was expecting...more clothes. Firefighters cover their entire body while on the job. So here he comes, thinking of ways to stylize the uniform to be more attractive, and there's people walking around without any shirts.

Some people are just fine with this apparently.

He stands at the door, watching everyone pick out props and undo buttons on their clothing, wondering what the hell he got himself into.]

Helping

[With some better understanding of the situation and a few mishaps, Taryon eventually settles into an assistant role. Need someone to run and grab coffee and cookies? He's got that covered. Need a hand arranging the scenery? Taryon volunteers before someone asks. He's going to make himself as useful as possible. By now, the entire concepts is less intimidating, and Tary finds himself near the photographers, watching others work out their poses and offering his unsolicited advice.]

Lean on your elbow! It looks more casual!

[Do you listen or ignore him?]

arrival.

[frostfist]

[ Unfortunately, the only person available to usher Taryon inside is one of the aforementioned shirtless people who seems perfectly fine with exposing half their skin for everyone to see. Wriothesley lifts his hand for a little wave, a comfortable smile on his face. ]

Here for the calendar?

[ Come on in, no one here is going to bite. ]

[likemybooks]

I was. [He steps inside, despite his apprehension. All the other men actually look fit. How can he ever compete with that?] So we're all - [He points in the general direction of the models.] - dressing down for this?

[They don't have photos back home. Any sexy drawings of real life people are sold in specialty shops or privately gifted. Taryon is learning a lot about the modern world.]

[frostfist]

[ In truth, Wriothesley has only a little familiarity with the concept of sexy calendars, and certainly no personal experience with any of this. Everything he's learned he's picked up from observation—and observation is indeed telling him that dressing down seems to be the standard for these sorts of things.

He peers around the room, scanning each figure present. ]

There were some people who kept their shirts on. [ And some people being encouraged to take their pants off?? Truly, anything goes here. ] But if you'd rather keep yours on, I don't think anyone would mind.

[ He's not the guy in charge of all this, but surely no one would be cruel enough to push someone out of their comfort zone just for a few pictures. ]

Never done anything like this before, I take it? Don't worry, me neither.

[likemybooks]

[Some of them have their shirts and pants partially off, which astonishes Taryon more than if they completely removed them. It's like they're in a constant state of undressing.]

I was expecting to keep all of my clothes, but... [He sighs.] You know, between here and home, I get the impression that a lot of people are really okay with being so...[He waves a hand at the scenery.] outwardly sexual. And in public, too.

[Although his friends didn't walk around their base like this - at least not when Taryon was around...]

Is there something that covers up enough? You know, the front and all? I think my smile can make up for the rest of it.

[frostfist]

[ Good question. Don't mind Wriothesley as he wanders around to do a little digging for something appropriately cover up-able, though it's no big deal for him to keep idly chatting as he does so. ]

Different strokes for different folks, I guess. We're a lot more about keeping our clothes on where I come from.

[ Even if he doesn't seem to fit that mold so far... There's a bit of rustling as he digs around, before finally pulling out what seems to be a large equipment bag. ]

How's this? It's not the most flattering of props but that just means they'll be all the more drawn to your smile, right>?

[likemybooks]

[Taryon holds out his arms, prepared to carry the bag like a piece of luggage, not as a means to cover his indecent parts. This is nothing. His eyes are wide as they stare at the prop.]

Ah. Haha. Yes, of course. [He offers Wriothesley a smile. It would be dashing if he weren't obviously uneasy with the future.] And I'm to...take everything off, show off my muscular build and all? To inspire the public?

[frostfist]

[ This poor guy....truly looking like a mouse about to be devoured by a den of cats. Wriothesley can't help but feel a little bad for him. ]

That does seem to be the process from what I've seen. [ Maybe he should throw the guy a bone? ] But there are other roles you can take on, if you're not so comfortable with showing it all off. Sometimes the most appreciated hands [ bodies?? ] are the ones that aren't in the spotlight.

[likemybooks]

[This would sound more fun if he was doing it for just one guy, but no! Everyone is going to see him run around ass out! This is terrifying it its own way!

So he's thankful for the suggestion. Taryon's shoulders visibly relax, and he nearly drops the bag on the floor.] I'm not a photographer, but- I'd say I have a good eye for art. I could offer my suggestions for, you know, style points. [Maybe be brave enough to speak what he would find more attractive.

He watches Wriothesly from the corner of his eye.] ...Are you all done?

Helping

[saudadist]

[ She's not sure why she's been suckered into this. Free food? Sure. Money? Yeah, of course.

But knowing that a picture of her is going to be on a calendar? She's starting to rethink the whole "I don't care, it's whatever" mindset she started with. It's not so much the getup as just...being out there for others to see.

Taryon, bless him, is more of a help than he realizes. At least he's trying to talk her through it than just giving her vague direction like the photographers. ]

Like this?

[ She leans more, trying to look as disaffected as possible. ]

[likemybooks]

[Sometimes, you need a designated provider of encouragement, and if Taryon won't get in front of the camera, he will gladly take on that assignment. His suggestions tend towards the artistic than erotic - he can't help it, he thinks about the detailed drawings of fictional characters and scenes from novels. You need character to sell a picture.

Lucy is listening, which means he's doing a good job so far.] That's great! [He turns to the photographer.] That's great, right?

[You know what, it's something. The photographer snaps this pose in case the others don't work out.]

[saudadist]

[ It seems both Lucy and the photographer relax considerably once they've got at least one shot to go off of. She holds the pose anyway just for some extras, just in case she blinked.

None of the other props really suit the feeling aside from a decorative white lily placed in her hands. But for that one? They're all too happy to let her close her eyes. Something about a dangerous serenity.

But by the end of things? Oh, she very much looks frazzled and like she's about to bolt and hide. ]

How do others just...do that? Nonstop...

[likemybooks]

I have no idea. [Says the guy who did not change his outfit since he walked in the door.] I would think that this would go by quickly with a camera, but there's a lot of standing around for minutes.

[Taryon holds out a robe for Lucy to take.]

But it's better than sitting for hours for a portrait.

[He's been asked to clean up the scene, and he must leave Lucy for a moment. He expects her to leave and go on with her day, since she already did her work as a model, and hums to himself while he returns the props into their boxes.]

[saudadist]

[ Yeah, alright, he has a point there. One she acknowledges with a little nod as he hands her the robe. She doesn't feel she needs the robe, really, but it doesn't hurt to throw it over her shoulders. The body suit isn't exactly warm. ]

I guess so. [ However, she can't help but ask: ] So why aren't you in front of the cameras?

[likemybooks]

[There are many little things in modern life that people take for granted that are lifesaving to a man from the fantasy medieval era.]

Oh, well, I just feel that my visage is better suited to something a bit more...clothed? [He's been spending the past hour getting used to the setting.] Why? Do you think I deserve to have my picture taken?

[saudadist]

[ She doesn't get it. He's a "normal" looking person. Easy on the eyes, at least. Why wouldn't he "deserve" it?

She points a finger to her own mug, which has already gone back to its natural state of "resting bitch." ]

I think you'd be more charming for the camera than this.

[likemybooks]

[Taryon cannot hide how that compliment feeds directly into his ego. He folds his arms, and huffs in a manner he thinks is humbling.]

Thank you. I'm sure your picture will be well-appreciated, but the calendar could use someone with a more...[he strokes his goatee] chivalrous appearance.

[Oh look - he's finally reconsidering the offer to model]

arrival

[stresspoint]

[It's a different world. A different set of rules. They might be living in a version of Shinjuku, but it isn't his version, and knowing that Yuuji is going to be around these strangers means that he should at least assess how reliable his new fake coworkers are.

Also he's curious. That part can remain off-record.

Nanami picks up on the one man's hesitance and stands nearby, watching him in silence for probably longer than strictly necessary before he decides to say anything.]

You're taking a long time deciding.

[likemybooks]

[Taryon jerks out of his stupor and turns to Nanami in shock.]

I'm supposed to do that?! [He holds out a hand in the general direction of a woman in overalls - sans shirt - leaning over a counter.] No one warned me of this!

[stresspoint]

From the state of the location when I came in, I thought that the expectations were already understood. You're a member of the firefighting squad, are you not? Then you should have been more prepared.

[He looks to where Tary is emphatically gesturing, but Nanami doesn't shift position or bat an eye. Instead, he follows up his statement:]

That employee seems ready to do what is required. Are you saying that you're intimidated by conditions for success?

[likemybooks]

No!

[He points to himself with a shakong finger.]

Do I look like I have the fortitude to match these guys?! I thought we were taking normal pictures! [His voice is at a harsh whisper, so the workers can't hear him but clearly tell he's upset.] Are we- do we have to strip to get paid? Is this how it works? Does everyone think it's normal out here?

[stresspoint]

You thought "festive fiery photos" indicated a normal photoshoot?

[He hums softly. That's fascinating.]

Regardless, you don't have to worry about other people. The point is to submit your own look, and it seems that there's a minimum of discretion to match the theme, so you don't have to subject yourself to nudity. And if human nature is to be assumed here, there is a taste for every type. They'll appreciate the variety.

[likemybooks]

I hope they'd appreciate it...

[He does notice a distinct lack of well-maintained facial hair here. Not that he expects firefighters to have time to groom themselves.]

It's- they're firefighters. I thought "fiery" was part of the joke. They don't do this where I'm from. [Tary doesn't run intk the right people, that's the problem.] But you sound like you have a lot of experience with calendar modeling.

[stresspoint]

Fiery is part of the joke.

[Sir, please. He shouldn't need to explain these things. He doesn't want to explain these things to a grown man. And Nanami looks skeptical when Tary says his world doesn't do things like this. That definitely sounds false.]

I don't. I worked for a financial office.

[That's it. That's the reasoning he gets.]

The arrangement seemed self-explanatory.

[likemybooks]

[They have banker calendars?? Who wants to see crusty old men in seductive poses? What kind of place is the modern world?]

I don't...[He stops, folds his hands, and holds them to his mouth to think. Apparently, Taryon is the only one in this entire room that's confused about the setup. Everyone came here with the expectation that their picture would be used for erotic purposes. They were fine with strangers watching them. Most of the outsiders, he's figured out, are from eras that are familiar with this sort of technology - or at least more familiar than Taryon is. This has to be a common enough occurrence in the far future where you don't have to be an adventurer to be comfortable getting naked for any reason. Is it him? Is he the strange one for feeling this way?]

You're not joking. This is normal. [A deep breath. This is not the time to chicken out of a daring quest.] And you're doing it, too.

Alright. [This is horrible. Stressful. Scandalous.]