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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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wrapped in little more than a deep red silk robe to keep him modest, jing yuan glances around the interior of the large stretch limousine, bleary and half-awake. it all seems a strange dream - surely he must have nodded off at his desk - but the beeping of his new watch says otherwise, explaining the strange nature of what is going on around him in no uncertain terms.
oh. jing yuan has heard some strange tales in his life, but this is certainly among the most bizarre. sitting up a little more fully, he raises one pale brow, glancing in the direction of whosoever has had the misfortune of being placed here with him. breathing a light chuckle, he shakes his head. ]
Well, my friend, we seem to have found ourselves in a predicament, haven't we?
one or eleven;
[ games it is, then. jing yuan just so happens to be quite fond of games, though these he must say are rather distasteful - fun under the right circumstances perhaps, but against one's will? well, where's the enjoyment in playing with unwilling participants?
but then, no one has ever asked the pawns on the board for permission to move them.
very well, he will play along, play this game, and return home. for now that means selecting a card that designates him as dominant, then stepping through the lounge in search of a partner, while all dressed up for the party. dalliances like this are not necessarily new to jing yuan, though he can barely remember the last time he took a lover; the work at the seat of divine foresight is, after all, never complete. now, however, he seems to have an excess amount of time on his hands.
he smiles warmly, graciously, at whomever approaches. ]
Tell me, my friend, what you do and do not enjoy.
house of cards;
[ ah, this game is sure to catch his attention. a practice at deftness, while getting to know someone new? jing yuan is a fan. while he may be incredibly chagrined to be here in the first place, he will always take the opportunity to learn about others, to greet new faces.
sitting comfortably on a plush sofa with one leg tucked beneath him, jing yuan smiles openly, easily. he's still dressed in his military suit, but he seems at ease in it, though it is beginning to feel a little stuffy. no matter. he'll shrug off the coat if it grows too warm. ]
Please, friend, feel free to go first, if you like.
aftercare;
[ whoever has the opportunity to wake up beside jing yuan will find that he is not an easy man to rouse. he sleeps comfortably on his side, his shaggy head cradled beneath one strong arm, warm sunlight pouring in behind him to filter through the mass of his fluffy hair.
also, he's nude?? or mostly nude. thankfully the plush down blankets keep him covered from the waist down.
he's not accustomed to sleeping in unknown places, however, so he does stir after a moment, blinking bleary golden eyes, though he does not yet lift his head. a soft chuckle rolls in his chest, and he covers a yawn with his knuckles, looking for all the world like a lazy cat in a morning sunbeam. ]
Good morning.
[ did they spend the night together? is this someone entirely new? either way, jing yuan seems entirely unbothered. ]
wildcard;
[ come at me with anything you like! feel free to shoot me a pm if you'd like to plot anything! 21+ for smut, kinks are here. ]
[ Unphased, unbothered, un....sleepy? she's getting out of bed to check on the package. There's never been any reason to be embarrassed in her eyes, even before she arrived in the resort. As the blanket slides off her, the mark of clubs is visible on her right hip. ]
Not particularly.
[ She's neither interrupted nor does she need any more rest than what she's already managed. ]
There's some food if you're hungry.
[ Along with the resorts usual amenities, but that's probably less important than making sure this guy doesn't starve.
[ oh. well. if she's going to just walk around stark naked, she'll have to forgive him for allowing his eyes to very briefly wander. ahem. as for jing yuan, he has no suit to speak of as yet, but his body does bear several scars - some old and faded, some slightly newer; the marks of battle.
hungry? ah, food - yes. clearing his throat, jing yuan glances toward the tray laden with food and, with a put-upon sigh, pushes himself up to sit, the soft blankets falling to his hips. well, if she's going to bare her tits, so is he!! ]
I am, as a matter of fact.
[ the food at the event was plentiful, but it was all rather.. rich, for his tastes. the scent of bacon is quite alluring. ]
Would you like some, as well? There's more than enough for us both to enjoy.
[ that seems to please him a great deal, if the bright smile is any indication. lifting the cloche over the food, jing yuan begins to serve them both, offering her a portion that is generous without being too large.
then, he'll scoop a bit of rice and egg into his mouth. ]
I'm happy to begin. I am Jing Yuan, of the Xianzhou Luofu. Do you know of it?
[ Sylvain's not a morning person, so he's definitely not the first to wake. he's also a bit of a cuddler after his months here (thanks Basch) so despite being naked as well, Jing Yuan will likely wake to the redhead wrapped around him like he's his own personal teddy bear. Plush lion? Whatever.
One amber eye peers open at the rumble of an unfamiliar voice and he should probably have some sense of shame right now, but he'd outgrown that at least a decade ago.
Which is why he just burrows deeper into the stranger's chest with a disgruntled sound of complaint. ]
[ it's a good thing that jing yuan is a friendly man, he doesn't seem the least bit perturbed by this man's proximity. was it someone he had gotten close with the previous night..? he cannot entirely recall, but perhaps. it's fine though, let sylvain wake up against his glorious pillowy tits.
he chuckles, the sound rumbling like a low purr. ]
Mm.. I agree. [ he pats the man's back. ] Another nap, then?
[ ...That. Sure was a mouthful. He was never going to remember that. ]
Uh-huh. Nice to meet you, General. [ And your lovely pillowy tits. ] I'm Sylvain. Sylvain Gautier.
[ He doesn't add his title. He doesn't want to have anything to do with that anymore, even though announcing himself as a future Margrave would certainly curry favor - or at least respect - from some. ]
( a randomized card is way more fun than being given a card in accordance to his current rank. he draws an ace of diamonds instead, assigning him as submissive, and aventurine is fine with it. if he's lucky, maybe he will find someone interesting.
if he's luckier, perhaps, he'll find a familiar face - not one he has met, per say, but with how tight the dealings with the xianzhou yaoqing are, and the current agreements with the xianzhou luofu, it's hard not to match a description to a face, and find the seat of divine foresight himself within the lovers' hideways.
aventurine minds not if he's not recognized - the ipc is quite the large company, and most of the contact with the xianzhou alliance is done by the marketing department -, but at least he's dressed up just as nicely, thanks to the house. he did miss wearing a nice suit. )
It's not so fun if I just tell you, is it? This is, after all, a party in a casino. Should we not add some gambling to this game?
[ jing yuan, for his part, would likely have no issue deducing who aventurine is under the correct circumstances, given everything he has learned from the nameless, but as yet he has no reason to assume that this man might share a home universe with him. most of the people he has met do not. even still..
.. well, there's a very obvious giveaway, is there not? those eyes. jing yuan chuckles lightly under his breath. ]
Are we not already gambling more than enough for you, my friend?
[ though jing yuan does very much enjoy games, he prefers challenges of strategy and cunning over sheer luck - but then, he has been known to gamble more than once. ]
Let me think. Perhaps something simple. [ he gestures to a nearby table. ] Evens and odds. We roll a die, and if the result is an even number, I will tell you something I enjoy. If it is odd, you will tell me.
( low risk and... a variable reward, depending on who is asked. not bad. he hums in thought, waging his options. it's not so bad a game to play, but is it fun, for a crazed gambler? how bad could it be, to hit on an important figure of the xianzhou alliance? )
Surely we didn't come here only to talk preferences, did we? How about - to every preference we don't confess to, the other gets to do anything they want. A risk makes it more enjoyable, don't you think?
( well - and whether jing yuan accepts his proposal or not, aventurine still snaps a die into existence. eight faces, and he offers it to the general. )
Why don't you do the honors? Ah, and if you're wondering if the die is enchanted in any way, I can give my word that it's not. There's no fun in that.
Of course not, but knowing your preferences before we begin would be ideal.
[ or, really, knowing what he doesn't like. jing yuan can enjoy rough play and kink, but consent is important, as is his partner's reciprocation - though he is beginning to understand that perhaps it is the very risk itself that aventurine finds enjoyable. what an odd little man.
he plucks up the die with a smile. ]
Nevertheless, I am amenable to the terms. Come, then.
[ jing yuan gestures to the nearby table, and even goes so far as to slide out a chair for his friend, like the gentleman he is. ]
( little does jing yuan know that preferences talk with aventurine is short and simple. what doesn't he like?
(many things, but none that he's so aware of, and fewer still that he would admit to disliking, but that's not for this moment, not for this meeting.)
yet he does not mind playing; aventurine is good at lying and, all things considered, he can point out the things he does like, superficial as though they likely are. he hums, pleased with how cooperative one of the generals of the xianzhou is. maybe he will pay them a visit, next time the ipc is doing work in the luofu and... well, next time his schedule is free. whenever that is. )
Thank you, my friend. ( aventurine takes his seat, crossing a leg over the other. were this a different setting, this could almost be a business talk. ) Oh, but first, if you don't mind.
( he's getting a waiter to bring them some drinks, to wet their throats and keep things a little more lively, if need be. room service sure is always exceptional in the golden peacock, huh. ) A precaution, to make sure we aren't too shy to speak. ( lol. a moment, and the waiter brings them two cocktails. )
[ aventurine sits, and jing yuan slides the chair in comfortably beneath him before stepping to the opposite side and shrugging off his heavy, furred overcoat, draping it neatly over the back of his own chair. sliding into his seat, he sets the die between them just as the drinks are served. ]
Are you a shy man? [ he asks, with a smile. ] I would not have guessed that you would need the lubrication to speak freely.
[ well. speak freely about his kinks, at least. everything else he's sure that this man holds close to the vest. he won't look a gift horse in the mouth, however - jing yuan plucks up his drink and takes a generous sip. ah, sweet. he likes that. it's no baijiu but he certainly enjoys it. ]
Please, go first.
[ while he settles into his usual comfortable, confident manspread. ]
[ Quincy is no slouch with his hands, being the sort of man who makes his own clothes and lives off the land. But, as he gazes at the house of cards in front of them, he can’t help but sigh. What a hassle…
His hands are too big to do this well. Not only that, the white button up shirt the staff had forced him into is too small; they had annoyingly insisted that it lent to his “charm” and it had been too troublesome to argue against them. The fabric is tight across his muscular shoulders and the buttons are desperately straining to keep his chest contained.
Not ideal at all for this kind of game. Even so, Quincy regards the handsomely dressed man across from him with a short nod. Then, slowly, the forest guardian reaches forward to brush his fingertips against the edge of one of the cards. His brows furrow with annoyance as his motion is limited by his shirt but ultimately he manages to pull a card free without collapsing the house on the first turn.
He flips the card over to read the question. ]
“What is advice you would offer someone?” [ his voice is deep and slow, a pleasant rumble when he finally bothers to part his lips. he is silent for a moment before following up, ] Respect all living creatures and treat your environment well.
[ He places the card flat onto the table and sits back in his seat, blinking slowly. That’s it, no clarification or reasoning offered. Your turn. ]
[ ah yes, jing yuan understands the pain of the glorious burden of big tits. condolences, friend. thankfully his military suit is very nicely fitted across his own giant honkers! condolences, friend.
at any rate, jing yuan sits back with an easy smile as his new partner chooses a card, and answers accordingly. ]
.. an interesting answer. You must be invested in the well-being of ecosystems.
[ elsewise why would he offer such advice when he could offer anything at all? jing yuan is, however, in agreement. mostly. when it comes to the denizens of abundance, it's all slaughter all the time, but then the xianziou alliance is a nation always at war.
sitting forward, he carefully draws a card from the middle. ]
Hmm. "If you could change an event from the past, would you?" [ ah, what a question indeed - who would not wish to do as much, given the opportunity? and yet - ] .. no, I do not think that I would. There can be no guarantee that the outcome would be better than your current circumstance.
Quincy watches as the other man takes his turn. Nimble, and without the constriction of ill-fitting clothing. He nods in appreciation for both the show of skill and the answer. The past is the past, and though it may be painful, to change it would be unwise. ]
For yourself and others.
[ This is a question that quiets him for a longer moment longer. He has outlived his family, friends, lover… to dip hands into the past is something he has contemplated before. But, there can only be forward movement now.
He reaches for a new card. His motions are slow and careful, and his shirt once again hinders his movements. The forest guardian’s brow furrows in annoyance again; ultimately, he is able to take another card without losing. ]
“What is your favorite thing to do?” [ he closes his eyes for a moment, ] … sleep. It’s been troublesome to find a quiet place to take a nap here.
[ 168 hours of being around a ton of people is way too much. The noise, the lights, and the chaos… none of it lend to a peaceful nap, even if he could find a good corner to curl up in. ]
[ Feixiao has never really been one to struggle overly long with the trauma that morning brings. A few moments to blink and groan and she's out of bed, whisking around the bedroom at the speed of knots to clean things up before getting started on her daily exercise regime. Compared to the famous Dozing General, her mornings are active and full, and she's been known to get a day's worth of things done before lunchtime.
Of course, the same is not always true of her mornings when she's been drinking the night before—and this morning is one such morning.
She tried, at first, to avoid the alcohol that the House plied them with. This place is unfamiliar, and even an all-powerful, worry-lacking Arbiter-General has to take some caution—but as the night wore on and her concerns ebbed to the background... well, she couldn't help herself, could she?
No one has ever said Feixiao holds her liquor well.
In the end, she blinks to consciousness only a few moments before Jing Yuan, stretching her limbs one after the other as she yawns. She has no idea where she is, only that she's (also) entirely nude, modesty protected only by the same down blankets that protect his.
He speaks, and her gaze shifts, head tilts in curiosity. ]
Well. Far be it for me to call you the strangest bedfellow I've had...
[ just as is expected of him, and entirely in character, jing yuan is as lazy as a cat in a sunbeam right now, making no move to rise from the bed at all, but instead blinking blearily through the warm, slanting light.
ah. what a lovely face it is that greets him. a warm smile spreads across jing yuan's features. ]
I should hope I am not a strange bedfellow at all, esteemed General.
[ he teases, light dancing in his sleepy golden eyes before he lifts a hand to muffle a wide yawn behind his knuckles. there's the wafting scent of breakfast nearby, tempting him greatly, but the warm bed and warmer company keep him right where he is. ]
I hope you are not too terribly hungover.
[ because he knows that you got absolutely shitfaced, feixiao. he's teasing, of course, and to drive that point home he reaches to gently swipe his thumb against her nose. ]
[ She may still be waking up, but her wit is quick enough at least to recognize the duality of meaning in their statements: the Lacking General using strange to mean an unusual combination and the Dozing General choosing deliberately—she's quite sure it's a deliberate choice—to take the word more personally.
And where anyone else might simper, apologize for any apparent miscommunication, Feixiao just grins. Two can play at that game. ]
Oh, but you are indeed, Jing Yuan. Unless of course you're implying we've woken up like this before.
[ The laughter that follows—her own—makes her head ring with its suddenness; between that and the general's question, it serves as a reminder to actually stop and think and scan, to mentally feel out each part of her body in turn. Head, and shoulders, knees, and toes, and of course there's an ache in her skull, a dull and throbbing feeling she's felt for far too many mornings in the past.
The food will probably help, and it smells delightful—but also, the food means moving. And, strange bedfellows or not, she's comfortable.
The smile she offers him is wry. ]
I'd be lying if I said my head isn't hurting like someone drove a starskiff into its side. But that will pass. What about you—did you drink?
[Dominant or submissive huh? Of course, these games had always had intent. The resort truly doesn't hesitate to make a game where the ending is two people in bed (if even that).
Wriothesley tucks his card into the breastpocket of his jacket, labeled submissive for the night. While he's more than willing to linger against walls and watch people converse, he also knew how to socialize well enough. His position back home meant that he couldn't avoid every Fontaine party that happens, though he was a master at avoiding them for the most part.
He gives the other a cheeky little smile.] Hmm. I like long walks on beaches, actually. Picnics on a sunny day. [His gaze sparkles with mirth.] Or are you looking for different answers? Perhaps you should be a little more specific with your questions.
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one or eleven;
house of cards;
aftercare;
wildcard;
aftercare
Still, she takes it in stride. Nothing to worry about just yet. Sure, she's also nude, but the blankets cover up to her midsection. ]
Good morning. What an interesting way to meet someone new.
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Indeed. I hope that I am not interrupting you.
[ a warm chuckle, and jing yuan knuckles some of the sleep from his weary eyes. ]
Feel free to get more rest, if you need it.
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Not particularly.
[ She's neither interrupted nor does she need any more rest than what she's already managed. ]
There's some food if you're hungry.
[ Along with the resorts usual amenities, but that's probably less important than making sure this guy doesn't starve.
Kyoko's also in no hurry to redress. ]
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hungry? ah, food - yes. clearing his throat, jing yuan glances toward the tray laden with food and, with a put-upon sigh, pushes himself up to sit, the soft blankets falling to his hips. well, if she's going to bare her tits, so is he!! ]
I am, as a matter of fact.
[ the food at the event was plentiful, but it was all rather.. rich, for his tastes. the scent of bacon is quite alluring. ]
Would you like some, as well? There's more than enough for us both to enjoy.
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Let's share a meal and get to know each other.
[ She pours them both some coffee and immediately dunks a piece of bacon into hers like it's the most natural thing in the world. ]
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[ that seems to please him a great deal, if the bright smile is any indication. lifting the cloche over the food, jing yuan begins to serve them both, offering her a portion that is generous without being too large.
then, he'll scoop a bit of rice and egg into his mouth. ]
I'm happy to begin. I am Jing Yuan, of the Xianzhou Luofu. Do you know of it?
[ the universe is vast, after all. ]
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aftercare because lol
One amber eye peers open at the rumble of an unfamiliar voice and he should probably have some sense of shame right now, but he'd outgrown that at least a decade ago.
Which is why he just burrows deeper into the stranger's chest with a disgruntled sound of complaint. ]
's too early to be morning yet.
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he chuckles, the sound rumbling like a low purr. ]
Mm.. I agree. [ he pats the man's back. ] Another nap, then?
[ he will never say no.. ]
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Does it count as a nap, if I just refuse to wake up in the first place? [ Comes the sleepy counter, only partially muffled against the man's chest.
But a moment later, one amber eye does peek open again to peer up at the smiling man currently serving as his pillow. ]
...Do I know you?
makes an icon just for you
No, I do not believe that you do.
[ but jing yuan seems comfortable, nonetheless. he ruffles that searing red hair. ]
My name is Jing Yuan, Arbiter General of the Xianzhou Alliance.
oh he appreciates that so much ;)
Uh-huh. Nice to meet you, General. [ And your lovely pillowy tits. ] I'm Sylvain. Sylvain Gautier.
[ He doesn't add his title. He doesn't want to have anything to do with that anymore, even though announcing himself as a future Margrave would certainly curry favor - or at least respect - from some. ]
1 or 11 🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲
if he's luckier, perhaps, he'll find a familiar face - not one he has met, per say, but with how tight the dealings with the xianzhou yaoqing are, and the current agreements with the xianzhou luofu, it's hard not to match a description to a face, and find the seat of divine foresight himself within the lovers' hideways.
aventurine minds not if he's not recognized - the ipc is quite the large company, and most of the contact with the xianzhou alliance is done by the marketing department -, but at least he's dressed up just as nicely, thanks to the house. he did miss wearing a nice suit. )
It's not so fun if I just tell you, is it? This is, after all, a party in a casino. Should we not add some gambling to this game?
gently places his big titties in ur waiting hands
.. well, there's a very obvious giveaway, is there not? those eyes. jing yuan chuckles lightly under his breath. ]
Are we not already gambling more than enough for you, my friend?
[ though jing yuan does very much enjoy games, he prefers challenges of strategy and cunning over sheer luck - but then, he has been known to gamble more than once. ]
Let me think. Perhaps something simple. [ he gestures to a nearby table. ] Evens and odds. We roll a die, and if the result is an even number, I will tell you something I enjoy. If it is odd, you will tell me.
this is the happiest day of my life. thank you
Surely we didn't come here only to talk preferences, did we? How about - to every preference we don't confess to, the other gets to do anything they want. A risk makes it more enjoyable, don't you think?
( well - and whether jing yuan accepts his proposal or not, aventurine still snaps a die into existence. eight faces, and he offers it to the general. )
Why don't you do the honors? Ah, and if you're wondering if the die is enchanted in any way, I can give my word that it's not. There's no fun in that.
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[ or, really, knowing what he doesn't like. jing yuan can enjoy rough play and kink, but consent is important, as is his partner's reciprocation - though he is beginning to understand that perhaps it is the very risk itself that aventurine finds enjoyable. what an odd little man.
he plucks up the die with a smile. ]
Nevertheless, I am amenable to the terms. Come, then.
[ jing yuan gestures to the nearby table, and even goes so far as to slide out a chair for his friend, like the gentleman he is. ]
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(many things, but none that he's so aware of, and fewer still that he would admit to disliking, but that's not for this moment, not for this meeting.)
yet he does not mind playing; aventurine is good at lying and, all things considered, he can point out the things he does like, superficial as though they likely are. he hums, pleased with how cooperative one of the generals of the xianzhou is. maybe he will pay them a visit, next time the ipc is doing work in the luofu and... well, next time his schedule is free. whenever that is. )
Thank you, my friend. ( aventurine takes his seat, crossing a leg over the other. were this a different setting, this could almost be a business talk. ) Oh, but first, if you don't mind.
( he's getting a waiter to bring them some drinks, to wet their throats and keep things a little more lively, if need be. room service sure is always exceptional in the golden peacock, huh. ) A precaution, to make sure we aren't too shy to speak. ( lol. a moment, and the waiter brings them two cocktails. )
Now we can begin.
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Are you a shy man? [ he asks, with a smile. ] I would not have guessed that you would need the lubrication to speak freely.
[ well. speak freely about his kinks, at least. everything else he's sure that this man holds close to the vest. he won't look a gift horse in the mouth, however - jing yuan plucks up his drink and takes a generous sip. ah, sweet. he likes that. it's no baijiu but he certainly enjoys it. ]
Please, go first.
[ while he settles into his usual comfortable, confident manspread. ]
house of cards
His hands are too big to do this well. Not only that, the white button up shirt the staff had forced him into is too small; they had annoyingly insisted that it lent to his “charm” and it had been too troublesome to argue against them. The fabric is tight across his muscular shoulders and the buttons are desperately straining to keep his chest contained.
Not ideal at all for this kind of game. Even so, Quincy regards the handsomely dressed man across from him with a short nod. Then, slowly, the forest guardian reaches forward to brush his fingertips against the edge of one of the cards. His brows furrow with annoyance as his motion is limited by his shirt but ultimately he manages to pull a card free without collapsing the house on the first turn.
He flips the card over to read the question. ]
“What is advice you would offer someone?” [ his voice is deep and slow, a pleasant rumble when he finally bothers to part his lips. he is silent for a moment before following up, ] Respect all living creatures and treat your environment well.
[ He places the card flat onto the table and sits back in his seat, blinking slowly. That’s it, no clarification or reasoning offered. Your turn. ]
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at any rate, jing yuan sits back with an easy smile as his new partner chooses a card, and answers accordingly. ]
.. an interesting answer. You must be invested in the well-being of ecosystems.
[ elsewise why would he offer such advice when he could offer anything at all? jing yuan is, however, in agreement. mostly. when it comes to the denizens of abundance, it's all slaughter all the time, but then the xianziou alliance is a nation always at war.
sitting forward, he carefully draws a card from the middle. ]
Hmm. "If you could change an event from the past, would you?" [ ah, what a question indeed - who would not wish to do as much, given the opportunity? and yet - ] .. no, I do not think that I would. There can be no guarantee that the outcome would be better than your current circumstance.
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Quincy watches as the other man takes his turn. Nimble, and without the constriction of ill-fitting clothing. He nods in appreciation for both the show of skill and the answer. The past is the past, and though it may be painful, to change it would be unwise. ]
For yourself and others.
[ This is a question that quiets him for a longer moment longer. He has outlived his family, friends, lover… to dip hands into the past is something he has contemplated before. But, there can only be forward movement now.
He reaches for a new card. His motions are slow and careful, and his shirt once again hinders his movements. The forest guardian’s brow furrows in annoyance again; ultimately, he is able to take another card without losing. ]
“What is your favorite thing to do?” [ he closes his eyes for a moment, ] … sleep. It’s been troublesome to find a quiet place to take a nap here.
[ 168 hours of being around a ton of people is way too much. The noise, the lights, and the chaos… none of it lend to a peaceful nap, even if he could find a good corner to curl up in. ]
aftercare~
Of course, the same is not always true of her mornings when she's been drinking the night before—and this morning is one such morning.
She tried, at first, to avoid the alcohol that the House plied them with. This place is unfamiliar, and even an all-powerful, worry-lacking Arbiter-General has to take some caution—but as the night wore on and her concerns ebbed to the background... well, she couldn't help herself, could she?
No one has ever said Feixiao holds her liquor well.
In the end, she blinks to consciousness only a few moments before Jing Yuan, stretching her limbs one after the other as she yawns. She has no idea where she is, only that she's (also) entirely nude, modesty protected only by the same down blankets that protect his.
He speaks, and her gaze shifts, head tilts in curiosity. ]
Well. Far be it for me to call you the strangest bedfellow I've had...
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ah. what a lovely face it is that greets him. a warm smile spreads across jing yuan's features. ]
I should hope I am not a strange bedfellow at all, esteemed General.
[ he teases, light dancing in his sleepy golden eyes before he lifts a hand to muffle a wide yawn behind his knuckles. there's the wafting scent of breakfast nearby, tempting him greatly, but the warm bed and warmer company keep him right where he is. ]
I hope you are not too terribly hungover.
[ because he knows that you got absolutely shitfaced, feixiao. he's teasing, of course, and to drive that point home he reaches to gently swipe his thumb against her nose. ]
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And where anyone else might simper, apologize for any apparent miscommunication, Feixiao just grins. Two can play at that game. ]
Oh, but you are indeed, Jing Yuan. Unless of course you're implying we've woken up like this before.
[ The laughter that follows—her own—makes her head ring with its suddenness; between that and the general's question, it serves as a reminder to actually stop and think and scan, to mentally feel out each part of her body in turn. Head, and shoulders, knees, and toes, and of course there's an ache in her skull, a dull and throbbing feeling she's felt for far too many mornings in the past.
The food will probably help, and it smells delightful—but also, the food means moving. And, strange bedfellows or not, she's comfortable.
The smile she offers him is wry. ]
I'd be lying if I said my head isn't hurting like someone drove a starskiff into its side. But that will pass. What about you—did you drink?
one or eleven;
Wriothesley tucks his card into the breastpocket of his jacket, labeled submissive for the night. While he's more than willing to linger against walls and watch people converse, he also knew how to socialize well enough. His position back home meant that he couldn't avoid every Fontaine party that happens, though he was a master at avoiding them for the most part.
He gives the other a cheeky little smile.] Hmm. I like long walks on beaches, actually. Picnics on a sunny day. [His gaze sparkles with mirth.] Or are you looking for different answers? Perhaps you should be a little more specific with your questions.
[Why not a bit of playful banter?]