[OPEN]

[judgementor]

Who: Red Wine & OPEN.
When: Iuneril.
Where: Aefenglom & the Wilde.
What: Catch-all for the month -- sew n sews, silent forest, other things. Contact me at hardtostarboard#7737 on Discord, or at hardtostarboard if you'd like something just for you!
Warnings: Will add as needed.

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i. Sew N Sews

No, trust me.

[Red Wine leans forwards in his chair while the young woman in front of him looks down doubtfully at what he has her wearing. It looks like a little too much fabric for its intended purpose, though not by much, but the vampire is clearly confident about it.]

Anyone who insists that less is always more just doesn't know how to put an outfit together. [Quickly, he slips the blunt end of two pins between his lips and gestures her closer with another, adjusting the way the fabric falls.] And that leaving something to the imagination can be just as tantalising as not.

[He sits back in his chair and she turns for him, the fabric he chose flowing out and showing off exactly what might have only been in the imagination before.]

You see? What did I tell you. [A glance goes across to the nearest person, someone walking by or engaged in the same thing he's doing.] Are you enjoying yourself?

ii. an unexpected friend

[Is this how you get a cat?

A small black feline with a crooked tail has been following Red Wine for the past hour, after he (perhaps foolishly) gave it some fish and thought nothing of it. It followed him across the entire length of the docks, where Red Wine paused more than once to trade barbs with sailors and traders who recognise him with ease by now. It followed him through the streets, past rickety houses and into the less run-down districts, all the way to Caren's home--

(but, no, it's not Caren's home anymore, is it)

-- where the vampire stops and turns around in exasperation at the little creature that sits down a few feet away from him and meows plaintively.]

What. [He says, crouching down and extending his hand. The cat runs in immediately, rubbing up against his fingers.] I can't just take you in, you know. The last time I adopted a stray, she stuck around for the next century.

iii. The Silent Forest (post-full moon)

[It's easier. He doesn't feel like his mind is going to fly apart. The waning moon sends silvery light in shafts through the trees and he can hear the quiet murmurs of the small camp not too far away. The infection is still heavy here, but the group of witches that he and other monsters have volunteered to guard appear to have made some progress.

He isn't sure he would call it notable progress.

A shadow moves in the corner of his eye, and he draws his sword with the shivering sound of sliding metal. His eyes narrow, his vision far clearer in the dark than it used to be, and he subtly turns one foot against the earth. It could be a shade... but the shades aren't always so smart.]

Show yourself. [Red Wine says, an even-voiced command into the darkness.] Slowly.

vi. wildcard

[Contact me at hardtostarboard#7737, hardtostarboard or throw up a prompt below :D. I'm happy to work with any location.]

Comments

[judgementor]

[Oh, Keith...]

Steak is terrible at chess.

[The point needs to be made. He really is quite poor at it - brute force doesn't work with a game of skill.]

My 'beef' with him, as you put it, is none of your business. [Though, he will concede-] But I did not say that he wasn't 'decent'. He's a blustering idiot. The two don't have to fall hand in hand.