[Like everyone else who's ever come here, Marzo's arrival occurs during sleep. Even before he awakes, he can sense a change in the magical aether about him, and he's alert to it.
He's not where he was when he laid himself down to sleep. He's also nude. Mostly.
One eye open.
Two.
He summons a ball of light, since it's currently dark around him, and he takes in his surroundings.
He's inside some kind of ... something. Something a bit cramped, due to the low ceiling overhead, and the width of the space around him. It looks like he can stand upright, but the ceiling will only be a few inches higher than the crown of his head.
He directs the light some more.
Opposite to where he is, is another person, and like him, they're naked, save for the robe they've got on. And asleep.
Perhaps he should wake them and see if they know where they both are.
Or maybe he can exit this thing without drawing attention...]
2: Party all the time [The 168-hour Party]
[Somehow the resort managed to get him a suit and tie that actually fits someone of his physique. As it was steering him towards the party-thon. Of course.
It's a huge room, and already full of people engaging in just about every game of chance there is to play or helping themselves to all the libations that have been set out for them.
And he's participating. Even if he didn't intend to.
At first it was alright, but that was about 57 hours ago, and he'd very much like to rest, but he can't.
Now, it's not like he's never had to go without sleep for long periods of time, but never for anything like this, and he's feeling it in his bones.
Still, no matter how much he might wish otherwise, there's still another game to play, or food to intake, or someone looking for a different kind of fun [okay, he doesn't mind that].
Goodness. He can see the lights flashing on the inside of his eyelids...]
3: Know when to roll them. [Dirty Dice]
[A game of dice.
Marzo's agreeable to that, and when told what this particular game involves, is quite eager to try it. Having just experienced a small portion of what this place has to offer a guest, he's very interested in what this game will lead to.
And it's going rather well, too. A few tosses in, and things have already started getting a bit hot and heavy.
Until this roll.
He stares at the dice.]
"Sniff" and "nose". I am to sniff your nose?
[He scoffs.]
You do that with your nose. Not to a nose.
[He should probably turn it down and hope the other person's roll is better.]
4: Wasn't that a party [Aftercare]
[Finally. The party is over, and merciful Zoar he's utterly exhausted and is ready to sleep the sleep of the dead.
Which he does, once he's found an unoccupied room to throw himself onto, and once he's landed, doesn’t wake up for at least a couple days, because after all that, he needs it. Badly.
It's not the restorative effects of a good sleep that finally wakes him up, though, but the sense of no longer being alone that rouses him.
Apparently, not everyone cares about insisting on having a bed to themselves. Or, maybe all the closest rooms were taken and no sense in getting picky. Then again, the mystery companion had joined him in the hopes of having a little fun with him once he was also awake.
Something rubs against him, and his eyes are wide open.]
Count Marzo Kalif | Masters of the Universe (200X) | New player
[Like everyone else who's ever come here, Marzo's arrival occurs during sleep. Even before he awakes, he can sense a change in the magical aether about him, and he's alert to it.
He's not where he was when he laid himself down to sleep. He's also nude. Mostly.
One eye open.
Two.
He summons a ball of light, since it's currently dark around him, and he takes in his surroundings.
He's inside some kind of ... something. Something a bit cramped, due to the low ceiling overhead, and the width of the space around him. It looks like he can stand upright, but the ceiling will only be a few inches higher than the crown of his head.
He directs the light some more.
Opposite to where he is, is another person, and like him, they're naked, save for the robe they've got on. And asleep.
Perhaps he should wake them and see if they know where they both are.
Or maybe he can exit this thing without drawing attention...]
2: Party all the time [The 168-hour Party]
[Somehow the resort managed to get him a suit and tie that actually fits someone of his physique. As it was steering him towards the party-thon. Of course.
It's a huge room, and already full of people engaging in just about every game of chance there is to play or helping themselves to all the libations that have been set out for them.
And he's participating. Even if he didn't intend to.
At first it was alright, but that was about 57 hours ago, and he'd very much like to rest, but he can't.
Now, it's not like he's never had to go without sleep for long periods of time, but never for anything like this, and he's feeling it in his bones.
Still, no matter how much he might wish otherwise, there's still another game to play, or food to intake, or someone looking for a different kind of fun [okay, he doesn't mind that].
Goodness. He can see the lights flashing on the inside of his eyelids...]
3: Know when to roll them. [Dirty Dice]
[A game of dice.
Marzo's agreeable to that, and when told what this particular game involves, is quite eager to try it. Having just experienced a small portion of what this place has to offer a guest, he's very interested in what this game will lead to.
And it's going rather well, too. A few tosses in, and things have already started getting a bit hot and heavy.
Until this roll.
He stares at the dice.]
"Sniff" and "nose". I am to sniff your nose?
[He scoffs.]
You do that with your nose. Not to a nose.
[He should probably turn it down and hope the other person's roll is better.]
4: Wasn't that a party [Aftercare]
[Finally. The party is over, and merciful Zoar he's utterly exhausted and is ready to sleep the sleep of the dead.
Which he does, once he's found an unoccupied room to throw himself onto, and once he's landed, doesn’t wake up for at least a couple days, because after all that, he needs it. Badly.
It's not the restorative effects of a good sleep that finally wakes him up, though, but the sense of no longer being alone that rouses him.
Apparently, not everyone cares about insisting on having a bed to themselves. Or, maybe all the closest rooms were taken and no sense in getting picky. Then again, the mystery companion had joined him in the hopes of having a little fun with him once he was also awake.
Something rubs against him, and his eyes are wide open.]
Good morning.
[Good morning, indeed...]
5: Wildcard
[Anything else you might want to do?]
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[Character info is here. Kinks are here.]