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EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
evens arrival- (open to multiple tag-ins time is fake)
[good morning, sunshine.
the beeping of the watch barely registers, save for the fact that it gets him to stir into vague awareness without opening his eyes. the last thing that netzach remembers is being unmade, a futile sort of last stand that he knew would end in death being final this time. waking up yet again is something unexpected, and he doesn't know yet if he wants to hope that he'll open his eyes to anything better than before...
so he simply... doesn't. he squeezes his eyes shut with a yawn and an indistinct little mumble, burrowing deeper into the luxurious blankets and a little closer to the source of warmth he can feel next to him. it's nice. if this is some kind of afterlife, waking here is at least comfortable.
the beeping continues; still only half awake, he ignores it, sleepily throwing an arm over his bed partner like they're a body pillow.]
elevators (trio)-
[eventually, he's awake and properly dressed... well, dressed enough to leave the suite. at least in a place like this it's fine to go around a little haphazardly clothed-- he's yet to be sure this isn't some kind of after-death dream, anyway, so he might as well be comfortable while he explores a little.
this is how he ends up stuck in an elevator dressed in little more than a silky pair of pajama pants, a loosely tied velvet robe that's slipping off one shoulder, and slippers. maybe there's an undershirt under the robe? hard to say. and when the trio in the painting insist on some fun...]
No offense, but I'm a little too sober for this.
[a single bottle manifests, large enough to share but with no glasses accompanying it. indirect kisses, anyone?
(it also comes along with a brush and a cute hairtie, as they laughingly suggest doing something with that hair of his first. that's a good way to start off some sweet contact, after all, if whoever's with him feels like it.)
netzach picks up the bottle, taking a brief drink from it to taste, then humming in appreciation before offering it out to his equally trapped companion.]
...on second thought, I might be coming around. Here, have a drink.
slot machines-
[he may be a little drunk. at the very least, he's got enough of a buzz going to think little of checking the slot machines out, testing one to see what it gives him... and coming up with TRADE CLOTHES WITH SOMEONE NEW UNDER A TABLE. netzach huffs out a little laugh at the initial absurdity of it, but-- well, drinks are bound not to be free all the time, even if he'd found enough opportunities for it now, and a payout might not be a bad idea.
man, it feels like it's been forever since he had to think about that. he'll be in trouble if it turns out this is all as real as it feels and he's flat broke. (well, he'll have more concerns than that, but they're a problem for sober netzach.)
for now, he wanders his way around, seeking out... ah, he doesn't really know what he's looking for, exactly. he just figures he'll know someone who looks like they might be able to help out when he sees them, and if they're dressed comfortably, so much the better; swapping would just be a pain if it's too complex to bother putting on.
when he finds someone (largely at random, honestly) he gives them a lazy little wave in greeting, face flushed a light pink from the alcohol.]
Wanna help me out with this? We can trade, if you've got one.
[he flashes the prompt on his watch by way of explanation.]
other (etc.):
((feel free to hit me with anything else you have in mind, or ask me for something different! netzach's permissions with canon-typical cws are here if you need me to avoid any potential subjects in them. preference is adults only for smut threads, netzach himself has no given age but is probably the equivalent of early thirties. no immediate 'no's for kinks ooc, no ic kinklist right now but ones like bondage, dom/sub, control, humiliation will be rejected ic.))
[ netzach is in luck, because he happens to catch the attention of someone who has more or less made it his duty to help out anybody and everybody who could ever need it while here. (yes, in that way too, but nevermind that&;)
feng xin takes one look at the prompt on netzach's watch before immediately supplying, ]
[ whether or not netzach meant for it to be rhetorical or serious, feng xin treats it as the latter, brow furrowing in deep consideration. ]
I guess it isn't much of a loophole... Unless we can find things to prop the table up on? Just a foot would do. Or, [ he starts to glance around, ] I could help you find someone smaller...?
[ the elevator comes to a stop, because of course it does. when in penacony the land of dreams follows the logic of dreams - when in the resort, it seems that the land of casinos follows the rules of a resort. there's an elegant parallel to be drawn somewhere or another with even the most innocuous actions being taken in as a gamble - but aventurine finds himself far more fascinated with the bare slip of a silk robe from the shoulders of a young man with unripe olive-green hair. it's been a while, aventurine thinks, that he has been given reason to interact with someone so obviously taken in by his element.
there's a reason, aventurine thinks. there always is a reason. there's a bemused smile there tucked away along the curved edge of his lips as he takes the proffered bottle in hand. the scent of something sweet and sharp wafts from its open lip.
aventurine raises a brow. ]
Haha, are you the sort that's easily bribed by a good drink?
There's nothing wrong with enjoying a good one, right?
[well-- the ease with which he accepted and drank from a suddenly-manifested bottle likely speaks for itself. he doesn't show any shame in it, at any rate, shrugging; the robe slips another inch or two down his arm.]
But I wouldn't take it as a bribe for something I hated.
So it seems that you don't hate the prospect of having your hair done by a stranger. That's going to make the rest of our time together quite a bit easier. [ the neck of the bottle fits neatly in the ring of aventurine's fingers. the young man still stands, looking sleepily amused. nothing quite says this isn't a hallucination, or an android, or a difference in biology - but if everything is a gamble, then aventurine is the gambler who gladly shifts forward his chips.
he grins as he takes a proper sip from the lip of the bottle, chasing the still-lingering warmth of an indirect kiss. then, with a soft, pleased sigh, he passes back the bottle. his eyes curve. ] I'm Aventurine. You?
Mm... having strangers touch me isn't my favorite either. But it's just hair, if we're gonna go with that.
[the briefly questioning look netzach gives him clearly says: are you? he didn't really expect the guy to go right for the painting's suggestion, but...
like he said. it's just hair. it's not anything that has to be more intimate than that, and it even comes along with alcohol.
he takes the bottle back, stealing another sip before he answers.]
Netzach. ...Guess I don't need the rest of the work introduction anymore, though.
[ ah, aventurine thinks. touchy. comfort levels are something you ought to adjust in a conversation. it's the equivalent of putting a frog in a pot and slowly turning up the temperature; it follows, then, that one must glean value in frog soup. aventurine is contemplating this as his attention briefly flickers over to the painting on the wall, and then back to the young man.
netzach, huh. ]
Oh? Tell me anyway. Whether you represent your company or not doesn't quite matter here, I suppose, but it says something to your talents.
elevators. i am going to disco you the tshirt he's wearing please hold
[ the difference between their attire is like night and day: where tseng is already dressed, albeit in jeans and a t-shirt instead of his usual suit, his companion in the elevator looks like he just rolled out of bed. well, can't blame him, tseng supposes—for most people, circumstances like these would likely make it difficult to put any sort of effort into one's appearance.
...or one's sobriety, apparently. the bottle drops from the painting on the wall, followed closely by a hairbrush and an elastic tie; when the other man bends to pick up the bottle but leaves the other two items on the floor, tseng bends to retrieve them instead. he lifts a hand to politely decline the offered bottle, offering a brief, tight smile in response. ]
No, thank you. It's all yours.
[ the women in the painting titter, and one of them covers her mouth with a fan as she stage-whispers to another: wouldn't it be charming to see them brush each other's hair? tseng glances down at the brush, then up at the disheveled mess of the other man's hair.
on the one hand, brushing a stranger's hair is intimate in a way that sets tseng's teeth on edge. on the other hand, it doesn't seem like the elevator is going to go anywhere unless they give the ladies in the painting what they want. it's a small price to pay, tseng thinks. ]
Would you like some help? [ he holds up the brush. ] With your hair.
[all his? well, don't mind if he does. he's certainly not going to complain, taking another pull from the bottle while tseng retrieves the brush and tie.]
My hair...?
[netzach gives the giggling portrait a glance, eyes flicking back to the items in his companion's hands. it's definitely a more intimate sort of gesture than he's used to (yesod insistently straightening the lapels of his coat, hod remarking his bun is falling out of its loose hold-- but he's not going to see them again); even so, it doesn't seem that bad. it's just hair. it isn't like the women are asking for him to have a first kiss right here in the elevator...
after a moment, he nods.]
-Yeah, sure. Can't promise I'm any good with it, but I can try yours too. You want me to sit?
[might be more comfortable, given the lengths of their hair.]
[ standing this close together, it's apparent that tseng has the height advantage—but only by an inch or two, so having the other man sitting on the floor might make this task easier. it would also have the incidental benefit of putting some distance between them and the painting on the wall, in case there needs to be a whispered conversation, later.
once his companion has chosen whether to sit or remain standing, tseng loops the elastic around his bare wrist and lifts the brush so he can start tending to the mess of the other man's hair. it isn't too badly knotted, but it is in disarray enough that tseng has to start at the bottom, coaxing tangles free and brushing them loose. ]
My name is Tseng, by the way. [ for his own purposes, yes, tseng could go through entire interactions without ever introducing himself, but he thinks that the portrait might enjoy things a little bit more with a slight veneer of intimacy. ]
[ Of course he couldn't avoid non-solo elevator trips forever. He had quietly entered with a polite nod to the other on some floor, and it's barely minutes before the giggling triad holds them hostage. Marcoh can only be exasperated -- how in the hell do people get anywhere if they do this all of the time?
He glances over at Netzach who is already going straight to the alcohol with great pity but also great empathy. Mood, dude. ]
Do you think it will count?
[ Taking the alcohol, sure. Why the hell not. He briefly considers whether it's fine to take a drink straight from the dude's bottle, but he offered so it's probably fine? Yeah, he takes a sip. ]
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netzach | library of ruina
[good morning, sunshine.
the beeping of the watch barely registers, save for the fact that it gets him to stir into vague awareness without opening his eyes. the last thing that netzach remembers is being unmade, a futile sort of last stand that he knew would end in death being final this time. waking up yet again is something unexpected, and he doesn't know yet if he wants to hope that he'll open his eyes to anything better than before...
so he simply... doesn't. he squeezes his eyes shut with a yawn and an indistinct little mumble, burrowing deeper into the luxurious blankets and a little closer to the source of warmth he can feel next to him. it's nice. if this is some kind of afterlife, waking here is at least comfortable.
the beeping continues; still only half awake, he ignores it, sleepily throwing an arm over his bed partner like they're a body pillow.]
elevators (trio)-
[eventually, he's awake and properly dressed... well, dressed enough to leave the suite. at least in a place like this it's fine to go around a little haphazardly clothed-- he's yet to be sure this isn't some kind of after-death dream, anyway, so he might as well be comfortable while he explores a little.
this is how he ends up stuck in an elevator dressed in little more than a silky pair of pajama pants, a loosely tied velvet robe that's slipping off one shoulder, and slippers. maybe there's an undershirt under the robe? hard to say. and when the trio in the painting insist on some fun...]
No offense, but I'm a little too sober for this.
[a single bottle manifests, large enough to share but with no glasses accompanying it. indirect kisses, anyone?
(it also comes along with a brush and a cute hairtie, as they laughingly suggest doing something with that hair of his first. that's a good way to start off some sweet contact, after all, if whoever's with him feels like it.)
netzach picks up the bottle, taking a brief drink from it to taste, then humming in appreciation before offering it out to his equally trapped companion.]
...on second thought, I might be coming around. Here, have a drink.
slot machines-
[he may be a little drunk. at the very least, he's got enough of a buzz going to think little of checking the slot machines out, testing one to see what it gives him... and coming up with TRADE CLOTHES WITH SOMEONE NEW UNDER A TABLE. netzach huffs out a little laugh at the initial absurdity of it, but-- well, drinks are bound not to be free all the time, even if he'd found enough opportunities for it now, and a payout might not be a bad idea.
man, it feels like it's been forever since he had to think about that. he'll be in trouble if it turns out this is all as real as it feels and he's flat broke. (well, he'll have more concerns than that, but they're a problem for sober netzach.)
for now, he wanders his way around, seeking out... ah, he doesn't really know what he's looking for, exactly. he just figures he'll know someone who looks like they might be able to help out when he sees them, and if they're dressed comfortably, so much the better; swapping would just be a pain if it's too complex to bother putting on.
when he finds someone (largely at random, honestly) he gives them a lazy little wave in greeting, face flushed a light pink from the alcohol.]
Wanna help me out with this? We can trade, if you've got one.
[he flashes the prompt on his watch by way of explanation.]
other (etc.):
((feel free to hit me with anything else you have in mind, or ask me for something different! netzach's permissions with canon-typical cws are here if you need me to avoid any potential subjects in them. preference is adults only for smut threads, netzach himself has no given age but is probably the equivalent of early thirties. no immediate 'no's for kinks ooc, no ic kinklist right now but ones like bondage, dom/sub, control, humiliation will be rejected ic.))
slot machines
feng xin takes one look at the prompt on netzach's watch before immediately supplying, ]
There's no way I'm fitting under a table.
no subject
[he takes a moment to peer around, brow slightly furrowed.]
Think it counts if we can just... prop the table up somehow?
no subject
I guess it isn't much of a loophole... Unless we can find things to prop the table up on? Just a foot would do. Or, [ he starts to glance around, ] I could help you find someone smaller...?
sup, elevators!
there's a reason, aventurine thinks. there always is a reason. there's a bemused smile there tucked away along the curved edge of his lips as he takes the proffered bottle in hand. the scent of something sweet and sharp wafts from its open lip.
aventurine raises a brow. ]
Haha, are you the sort that's easily bribed by a good drink?
no subject
[well-- the ease with which he accepted and drank from a suddenly-manifested bottle likely speaks for itself. he doesn't show any shame in it, at any rate, shrugging; the robe slips another inch or two down his arm.]
But I wouldn't take it as a bribe for something I hated.
no subject
So it seems that you don't hate the prospect of having your hair done by a stranger. That's going to make the rest of our time together quite a bit easier. [ the neck of the bottle fits neatly in the ring of aventurine's fingers. the young man still stands, looking sleepily amused. nothing quite says this isn't a hallucination, or an android, or a difference in biology - but if everything is a gamble, then aventurine is the gambler who gladly shifts forward his chips.
he grins as he takes a proper sip from the lip of the bottle, chasing the still-lingering warmth of an indirect kiss. then, with a soft, pleased sigh, he passes back the bottle. his eyes curve. ] I'm Aventurine. You?
no subject
[the briefly questioning look netzach gives him clearly says: are you? he didn't really expect the guy to go right for the painting's suggestion, but...
like he said. it's just hair. it's not anything that has to be more intimate than that, and it even comes along with alcohol.
he takes the bottle back, stealing another sip before he answers.]
Netzach. ...Guess I don't need the rest of the work introduction anymore, though.
no subject
netzach, huh. ]
Oh? Tell me anyway. Whether you represent your company or not doesn't quite matter here, I suppose, but it says something to your talents.
elevators. i am going to disco you the tshirt he's wearing please hold
...or one's sobriety, apparently. the bottle drops from the painting on the wall, followed closely by a hairbrush and an elastic tie; when the other man bends to pick up the bottle but leaves the other two items on the floor, tseng bends to retrieve them instead. he lifts a hand to politely decline the offered bottle, offering a brief, tight smile in response. ]
No, thank you. It's all yours.
[ the women in the painting titter, and one of them covers her mouth with a fan as she stage-whispers to another: wouldn't it be charming to see them brush each other's hair? tseng glances down at the brush, then up at the disheveled mess of the other man's hair.
on the one hand, brushing a stranger's hair is intimate in a way that sets tseng's teeth on edge. on the other hand, it doesn't seem like the elevator is going to go anywhere unless they give the ladies in the painting what they want. it's a small price to pay, tseng thinks. ]
Would you like some help? [ he holds up the brush. ] With your hair.
no subject
My hair...?
[netzach gives the giggling portrait a glance, eyes flicking back to the items in his companion's hands. it's definitely a more intimate sort of gesture than he's used to (yesod insistently straightening the lapels of his coat, hod remarking his bun is falling out of its loose hold-- but he's not going to see them again); even so, it doesn't seem that bad. it's just hair. it isn't like the women are asking for him to have a first kiss right here in the elevator...
after a moment, he nods.]
-Yeah, sure. Can't promise I'm any good with it, but I can try yours too. You want me to sit?
[might be more comfortable, given the lengths of their hair.]
no subject
[ standing this close together, it's apparent that tseng has the height advantage—but only by an inch or two, so having the other man sitting on the floor might make this task easier. it would also have the incidental benefit of putting some distance between them and the painting on the wall, in case there needs to be a whispered conversation, later.
once his companion has chosen whether to sit or remain standing, tseng loops the elastic around his bare wrist and lifts the brush so he can start tending to the mess of the other man's hair. it isn't too badly knotted, but it is in disarray enough that tseng has to start at the bottom, coaxing tangles free and brushing them loose. ]
My name is Tseng, by the way. [ for his own purposes, yes, tseng could go through entire interactions without ever introducing himself, but he thinks that the portrait might enjoy things a little bit more with a slight veneer of intimacy. ]
elevators;
He glances over at Netzach who is already going straight to the alcohol with great pity but also great empathy. Mood, dude. ]
Do you think it will count?
[ Taking the alcohol, sure. Why the hell not. He briefly considers whether it's fine to take a drink straight from the dude's bottle, but he offered so it's probably fine? Yeah, he takes a sip. ]
I could braid your hair if you'd like.
CUDDLE....