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( open. ) firefighter calendar mingle!

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!

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— i.

( in this route, she's not modeling. oh no, no. getting her to do away with her comfortable layers to show off a bit of skin for the sake of a pinup calendar of sorts is going to take a little more than a pretty please. instead, she's offering direction! and maybe some mild forms of coercion for those less inclined to volunteer to be a model. her specialty. everyone say thank you kafka. )

.. Relax.

( with warm honey for inflection and soft whisper for tone, she isn't shy about redirecting the attention of the models she's working with. there's difference in being aware of the lenses, and being wary of them. she would know, wouldn't she? ever the performer, the art of drawing the eye is one she's keenly aware of for someone who shouldn't be noticed.

maybe she's brushing a lock of hair away, or maybe she's thumbing over a nervously clenched jaw. for those more inclined to irritation, she smiles simply like she knows she might get bitten even as she smooths her palm down a tense shoulder. whatever the case may be, her range for direction varies from verbal to something a little closer. it depends. but the goal is to draw out something people can't get their eyes off of, right? )

— ii.

( look at her, so helpful. with everyone working as hard as they are to make the best compiled thirst trap of the year, surely a drink or two for the parched masses is warranted, right? so here she is, cold drink in hand, doing the thing bastards do when they want a little attention.

and presses the cool surface of her offering to the cheek of the new apple of her eye.

it could be worse, especially if said subject is less dressed than others. the back of the neck, the small of the back, anywhere that wouldn't otherwise be suddenly subject to freezing cold - it'd be quite the rude greeting! and yet she acts like she's done nothing wrong, her smile friendly and easy as always. )

Good work out there.

— wildcard/notes.

similarly, i can't believe my first syn tl is this. sorry. my hands slipped. if you want to hash something specific out, feel free to pm or hit me up over at ztxt............

Edited 2023-12-10 06:45 (UTC)

[ if there's one thing experience taught him, it's that if something appeared too good to be true on the surface, it normally was. if someone was chiding in his ear softly for him to relax, it could only mean that his jaw tightens and his fingers clench. almost instinctively.

if this was a complete stranger, perhaps, he would have reacted differently. instead, it's someone he had encountered before. even shared warmth with, albeit not exactly in the way those words may have implied. when he feels her fingers over his jawline, he peers at her straight in the eye, unflinching. he doesn't attempt to shake her off, and instead, just seems to act like it's nothing out of the norm. ]

I am relaxed. [ he releases a small huff of exasperation. though, not necessarily directed towards her. ] You could always switch places with me. [ but, he doesn't mean it offensively, nor in a prickly way. he retorts as if it were simple matter of fact. ]

What's the next pose?

Edited (i couldn't commit in shame.) 2023-12-10 09:59 (UTC)

( it's not hard to miss the way muscles clench beneath her fingers, and she can't help the soft chuckle that rumbles in the back of her throat as she holds his unyielding gaze. a stubborn one, isn't he? how delightful. it works just as well for this calendar though. the allure of the otherwise untouchable. she can work with that. )

I'm relaxed. You're wound up and ready to snap.

( then, a smile. one that flirts with coquettish, but daring just the same. )

Maybe when I'm offered something I can't resist. I'll happily be your doll to pose and play with.

( but she's carrying on as if she doesn't expect that demand to be met, pressing at his shoulder to ease him down onto a seat. gentle, but firm. like this is something she's done plenty of times before. )

Sit, and breathe. More lounge than rigid posturing. Let's start there.

[ despite being proficient in most conventions of his world, he admits he's out of his element here. it's just vexing to think it's that obvious from the outside looking in. not that he has any actual room to feel anything, but annoyed. still, it's why he opens, and then swiftly shuts his mouth.

it's a penetrating silence, before he speaks again. ] Why do I have a hard time believing something like that exists? [ he doesn't exactly... know the implications of her words there, but he decides just to accept them at face value. what he's really stuck on is... what would she find that alluring? did such a thing truly exist?

but, as much as his brain hyperfocuses in on that point, his body is already moving along to her touch. his shoulders becoming slightly more slack as he sits. why does this feel kind of weird? or maybe it's just because a part of him naturally wants to resist? who knows. ]

What do I do with my hands?

It does, but it'll take more than a pretty face and a pretty please to find that one out.

( oh please, this is not her first rodeo with stubborn men. she's a little endeared, in fact. for him to go against every little thing, all because she said so? it doesn't make this work any easier, but it does make it more fun. which, in the end, is all that truly matters to her if she's going to be sticking around.

with him properly sat, she nudges at his knee with one of hers to draw attention to it. not necessarily to spread them herself, but he'll figure it out in a minute. )

Heel on the chair, if you would. Then rest your elbow on that knee for me.

( then, after a brief once over, she tilts her head, lip quirked as if she knows the worlds secrets. )

Do I make you nervous, Yuwon?

[ it should have been pretty clear to him from the start that she wasn't the type to simply speak her mind. or in this case, her secrets. but, it doesn't mean he won't attempt to ascertain what those were, regardless.

considering this time (and perhaps many more times moving forward), they yield no results, he just releases a swift exhale of breath. as if he were already exhausted even if this whole ordeal has only truly just began.

as she requests, he moves his heel to the chair, then his elbow. slow and methodically, as if he were purposely taking his time to eat up just even one more second of her time. is this pettiness, or is he just being swallowed by the general atmosphere she seems to proficient in creating.

he shakes it off as he looks her in the eyes, his own eyes changing color momentarily, before he tears them away. ] Ask me after you do something worth being nervous about.

[ he then lets the edge of his knuckle brush against one of her knees right in front of him. then after a few seconds, he eventually admits: ] I don't know what you're thinking. [ ... and that felt kind of weird to him as a regressor, where he felt everything played into the realm of his knowledge. ]

( the touch to her knee doesn't go unnoticed, and she does briefly acknowledge it with a glance before the violets of her eyes flick back up to meet his, a chuckle rumbling something soft in her throat. that smile of hers edges into something a little more dangerous, and whether it's a warning or a challenge, she doesn't make that clear just yet. for most people, it means the same thing anyway. )

I'm afraid you'll have to get used to being a little uncomfortable around me, then.

( and she'll rest her knee on the edge of chair, too. right between his. all the better to lean in and fuss with a stray lock of hair, to plant her thumb by his jaw so she might ease him into a better angle for the camera. )

But maybe someday I'll let you ask a few questions, so start picking a few you think are more important.

[ even her quiet laugh sounded a little ominous in the context of their proximity. her gaze is equally mysterious, and he's just as perplexed if she were permitting the contact, or chastising him silently. regardless, which it is, yuwon chooses to keep settling his gaze elsewhere. as if punctuating the point that he was deliberating choosing not to be affected by how close they are. or whatever warning she may have been silently giving.

this doesn't change even when rests her knees between his own. the only time this seems to shift if when he feels he hand come up to his face. he doesn't flinch, but unintentionally his eyes do shift back to her. without knowing, he's been holding his breath, and he seems to release it at once.

though, it really just mixes in with an obvious sigh. ] I'm no fool. I know "someday" usually means never. [ or that's usually the experience, isn't it? his skepticism aside, he nudges his head slightly into her hand, as if to prove he was... unbothered. listen, sometimes it's about sending a message.

even if he may be sending the wrong one right now. ] But, I'll think of them anyway.

[ If that dour expression on his face is anything to go by, he never wanted to be a part of this. The only reason why he's here is because of Kafka. His arms are crossed, and he remains fully clothed for the moment, looking quite out of place since a mingle is the last thing he'd ever attend.

Willingly, anyway. ]

Can I go now?

[ —is all he says when Kafka tells him to relax, but he does stay very still while she brushes a stray lock of hair away. He's just like a child who was forced to attend Sunday mass. Very happy. ]

You haven't even started yet.

( a gentle chide, but it's not like she didn't expect a little grump and heel digging from ren. she knows well enough that this isn't his usual scene, and yet he's went and tagged along anyway. of course she'll only keep asking. )

Just a few for them to pick through, then I'll let you go. You won't have to do very much. Glowering and brooding has its fans.

( and she's here to help draw out the best in them, no? so he should just trust her on this one, even when her finger curls under the collar of his shirt with a little tug. go on. off. )

Unless you'd rather have someone else help you?

[ That just makes his frown deepen some more.

But rather than fight her, he relents and starts to unbutton his shirt, working his way down the trail. He stops short of tugging it off when she asks if he would rather someone else help him. ]

Why would I want someone else?

[ Does she want this mystery person to die out here tonight? Because that's exactly what will happen. ]

[ despite having been photographed for most of his life with said photos turning into a business venture that he's never imagined would be possible, jing yuan has never truly modeled for a photoshoot. he's just here because ~~bijou said so~~ there is an apparent need for models, and seeing as that is an occupation that he's suddenly been saddled with, well ...

jing yuan offers her an amused smile as he slowly unbuttons his clothes as instructed, the act rather languid now it's the second time that the woman has to deal with him. in this world, at least. ]

What was it they say about the first being a happenstance and the second being a coincidence?

[ will this be the day kafka finally gets him out of his clothes? maybe. ]

Edited (???????) 2023-12-10 22:06 (UTC)

Maybe our fates are intertwined as well.

( how funny would that be, given their respective roles?

regardless, they are both here for a reason, far removed from the opera of their former lives. she's but a humble assistant, and he's one of the starlings of this show. she's obviously all too happy to lend her talents for such a magnanimous cause. what else would she be doing otherwise? )

Well, no need to rush for our sakes, General.

( not that he is. quite the opposite, actually. in fact, she'll go on ahead and gently swat at a hand so she can take over - all so they all don't die of old age before he finally gets out of a shirt. )

Please excuse my impertinence. ( hah, ) Wouldn't want you to tire out before you're done, you understand.

Haha, I'm certain the slave would've foreseen such a connection if so.

[ also, excuse???

if he's surprised by the way she nonchalantly bats away at his hand, jing yuan doesn't say anything. instead, he simply laughs and allows her the honor of undressing him as his gaze flickers and shifts around the hall, deciding that this is more amusing than fighting for his shirt buttons. ]

Oh? And am I the only one given consideration?

[ his smile remains lazy, even as his eyes move back to the hands efficiently trying to get him out of his shirt. ] Surely not.

Ah—!

[ Surprised to have something ice cold pressed against her cheek forces Sooyoung to let out a sharp gasp. It couldn't get any worse for her considering she's been lurking around fully clothed. Posing for a good cause? Don't know her.

So, when Kafka praises Sooyoung for her doing her job well, it's literally the office handshake (goes to jail without passing Go and collecting $200 for pasting Kafka's face over a dude). ]

Thanks... what can I say, I did amazing. It comes naturally to me.

[ Yes, she's now going to pretend she's the hottest stuff here. ]

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( open. ) firefighter calendar mingle!

no subject

i'm jk

ok but it could've been funny

i was a coward

instead we get horny(ish) instead of eggs

for some reason i read that as instead we get horny eggs

oh is that where this cr is going bijou..

eheheh

i.

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wildcard? wildcard because bijou took the hornty option

anything can be horny if we all try hard enough

and we never try hard enough

ii