[ Sylvain comes awake quickly, instantly knowing something is wrong. Mostly because he'd gone to sleep in a bedroll. In a tent. Alone.
Amber eyes flick open, taking in the room in suspicious surprise, and then glance down at the unfamiliar (?) figure currently cuddled up with him in an equally unfamiliar bed. They're both wearing soft robes of some kind and he can't see any of his belongings in the small room around them.
He'd expected to wake up to a battlefield this morning, not... whatever this was? ]
Did I get drunk last night after all? Hey. You. Wake up. Where are we?
[ Yeah, he's so not indulging in the warm morning-after snuggles right now, sorry. Of course, that's about when their greeting message shows up, the strange device around his wrist beeping at him with a notification. Even though he almost flings the thing across the room in alarm the first time it makes a noise at him. ]
What in the name of Cethleann's sweet tits is going on right now?
B. Bathroom Mischief (warning: pheromones probably)
[ He's still feeling overwhelmed. And confused. But getting annoyed or angry isn't going to get him anywhere fast, he needs answers. And clothes. Clothes should probably come first. When he's shuffled down the hall towards a bathroom, he finds himself in a large chamber unlike any he's ever seen before. Someone shoves several supplies in his hands, a towel, a few bottles, before he's pushed off to one of the shower heads, which he eyes with open curiosity because this is like nothing he's familiar with back home. But he's quick and observant and some subtle watching of those around him shows him what he needs to do.
Even if it takes him a moment to figure out how to change the water's temperature, in a very uncomfortable lesson.
Still, he starts getting washed up, hoping they have more than a robe for him when he gets out of him. He's not really self-conscious - years as a soldier in the army will cure you of that real quick, but other than a few curious glances around at those around him, he doesn't pay the others much attention just now. Popping open one of the strange bottles, he gives a tentative sniff before starting to wash his sleep-tousled mop of scarlet hair. Huh, that actually smelled pretty good. ]
LOVE DOVE C. Shopping
[ In his search for clothes (something other than the not-quite-comfortable tracksuit he'd managed to get free from one of the supply closets) Sylvain's been directed to this large store by one of the workers and a few of the guests. It had taken him a bit to find it - which seems silly now, when the place is so huge and... Catching sight of the displays in the window, he chokes back an incredulous laugh as he takes in the displayed toys and outfits on the mannequins, all of them an array of kinks so varied (and occasionally outlandish) that if he were the kind of person who still blushed, he definitely would be. ]
Now there's a shop we could have used back home a time or two...
D. After Dark (warning: sad sex toys, take your pick of any of them!)
[ He spends more time in the store than he realizes - especially when one of the sales people decided it was her mission in life to see him fully kitted out for the Masquerade happening a little later. Which is why he's heading for the exit of the store in the evening hours, both hands clutching a shopping bag in each one and leaving him a little distracted as he walks. Not realizing the atmosphere in this section has changed a little in the time he'd been shopping. Oh, it's still filled with more toys than he knows the names for, but he hasn't realized that some of them are now lying in wait for just this kind of inattentive passerby. ]
MASQUERADE E. Casino Floor
Hey! [ Sylvain spins around at the feel of the sharp pinch to his ass, gaze narrowed as he fixes on what he assumes is the source - the person now standing directly behind him. He hasn't picked up that there are other wandering hands around here yet. ] What the hell was that for?
[ Or maybe he's getting the same sort of treatment, hands held up as he backs away from an annoyed looking customer advancing on him and accusing him of getting too handsy. He might need some help over here, he seems to have annoyed someone important.
For those who come across him other times of the night, he's dressed in white and gold (which he finds ironic for reasons he doesn't bring up). His mask is white, the edges of it sharp and looking like several diamonds overlapped. The woman who had sold it to him earlier had seemed to think there was something amusing about that but hadn't given away why. Which he'd promptly forgotten about, but now, with the press of people closing in around him, he feels sweat trickle down the back of his neck as he rolls his shoulders, the fabric of his outfit feeling... strange against flushed skin. Is it getting hotter in here? ]
F. Game Rooms (warning: chastity play or master/pet play or whatever, dealer's choice!)
[ He'd actually been looking for a door outside to get some fresh air, but the ones he's tried so far have definitely not led to anything like that. Stepping through yet another one, he looks around for anything that looks a little quieter or emptier than the crowded casino he'd just slipped away from.
Maybe he's handed a key before being shoved deeper into the room, or drawn away to have a belt fitted tightly - and uncomfortably - around his waist. Or maybe he stumbles into a smaller game room and is handed a pair of dice before being directed to a partner for whatever this version of game is. Or, if he gets particularly desperate, he might stumble into the final room, stumbling because this one is darker than the others. A box is held up for him to draw a card, which he does, because his curiosity about all this is probably going to be the death of him one day. Although he hasn't opened it yet, still clutching it in his hand as he glances around the room and tries to figure out what's going on here. ]
WILDCARD
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Sylvain Gautier | FE3H
A. Evens
[ Sylvain comes awake quickly, instantly knowing something is wrong. Mostly because he'd gone to sleep in a bedroll. In a tent. Alone.
B. Bathroom Mischief (warning: pheromones probably)Amber eyes flick open, taking in the room in suspicious surprise, and then glance down at the unfamiliar (?) figure currently cuddled up with him in an equally unfamiliar bed. They're both wearing soft robes of some kind and he can't see any of his belongings in the small room around them.
He'd expected to wake up to a battlefield this morning, not... whatever this was? ]
Did I get drunk last night after all? Hey. You. Wake up. Where are we?
[ Yeah, he's so not indulging in the warm morning-after snuggles right now, sorry. Of course, that's about when their greeting message shows up, the strange device around his wrist beeping at him with a notification. Even though he almost flings the thing across the room in alarm the first time it makes a noise at him. ]
What in the name of Cethleann's sweet tits is going on right now?
[ He's still feeling overwhelmed. And confused. But getting annoyed or angry isn't going to get him anywhere fast, he needs answers. And clothes. Clothes should probably come first. When he's shuffled down the hall towards a bathroom, he finds himself in a large chamber unlike any he's ever seen before. Someone shoves several supplies in his hands, a towel, a few bottles, before he's pushed off to one of the shower heads, which he eyes with open curiosity because this is like nothing he's familiar with back home. But he's quick and observant and some subtle watching of those around him shows him what he needs to do.
LOVE DOVEEven if it takes him a moment to figure out how to change the water's temperature, in a very uncomfortable lesson.
Still, he starts getting washed up, hoping they have more than a robe for him when he gets out of him. He's not really self-conscious - years as a soldier in the army will cure you of that real quick, but other than a few curious glances around at those around him, he doesn't pay the others much attention just now. Popping open one of the strange bottles, he gives a tentative sniff before starting to wash his sleep-tousled mop of scarlet hair. Huh, that actually smelled pretty good. ]
C. Shopping
[ In his search for clothes (something other than the not-quite-comfortable tracksuit he'd managed to get free from one of the supply closets) Sylvain's been directed to this large store by one of the workers and a few of the guests. It had taken him a bit to find it - which seems silly now, when the place is so huge and... Catching sight of the displays in the window, he chokes back an incredulous laugh as he takes in the displayed toys and outfits on the mannequins, all of them an array of kinks so varied (and occasionally outlandish) that if he were the kind of person who still blushed, he definitely would be. ]
D. After Dark (warning: sad sex toys, take your pick of any of them!)Now there's a shop we could have used back home a time or two...
[ He spends more time in the store than he realizes - especially when one of the sales people decided it was her mission in life to see him fully kitted out for the Masquerade happening a little later. Which is why he's heading for the exit of the store in the evening hours, both hands clutching a shopping bag in each one and leaving him a little distracted as he walks. Not realizing the atmosphere in this section has changed a little in the time he'd been shopping. Oh, it's still filled with more toys than he knows the names for, but he hasn't realized that some of them are now lying in wait for just this kind of inattentive passerby. ]
MASQUERADEE. Casino Floor
Hey! [ Sylvain spins around at the feel of the sharp pinch to his ass, gaze narrowed as he fixes on what he assumes is the source - the person now standing directly behind him. He hasn't picked up that there are other wandering hands around here yet. ] What the hell was that for?
F. Game Rooms (warning: chastity play or master/pet play or whatever, dealer's choice!)[ Or maybe he's getting the same sort of treatment, hands held up as he backs away from an annoyed looking customer advancing on him and accusing him of getting too handsy. He might need some help over here, he seems to have annoyed someone important.
For those who come across him other times of the night, he's dressed in white and gold (which he finds ironic for reasons he doesn't bring up). His mask is white, the edges of it sharp and looking like several diamonds overlapped. The woman who had sold it to him earlier had seemed to think there was something amusing about that but hadn't given away why. Which he'd promptly forgotten about, but now, with the press of people closing in around him, he feels sweat trickle down the back of his neck as he rolls his shoulders, the fabric of his outfit feeling... strange against flushed skin. Is it getting hotter in here? ]
[ He'd actually been looking for a door outside to get some fresh air, but the ones he's tried so far have definitely not led to anything like that. Stepping through yet another one, he looks around for anything that looks a little quieter or emptier than the crowded casino he'd just slipped away from.
WILDCARDMaybe he's handed a key before being shoved deeper into the room, or drawn away to have a belt fitted tightly - and uncomfortably - around his waist. Or maybe he stumbles into a smaller game room and is handed a pair of dice before being directed to a partner for whatever this version of game is. Or, if he gets particularly desperate, he might stumble into the final room, stumbling because this one is darker than the others. A box is held up for him to draw a card, which he does, because his curiosity about all this is probably going to be the death of him one day. Although he hasn't opened it yet, still clutching it in his hand as he glances around the room and tries to figure out what's going on here. ]
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