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Quest 2 and catch-all [OPEN]
Who: CĂş Chulainn aka Caster and you
When: Quest prompts first half of the month, custom starters/wildcards can be for all of Deceuer
Where: Harbor for Quest
What: Quest 2 - The Tatto parlor in the making, and a Snow-In emergency
Warnings: none so far
I. Cleaning the place 1nd - 5th, 11th-15th
II. Paid in services, 3rd-5th evenings, 12th-15th
III Snow in - Blackout; 6th-7th
IV Wildcard
When: Quest prompts first half of the month, custom starters/wildcards can be for all of Deceuer
Where: Harbor for Quest
What: Quest 2 - The Tatto parlor in the making, and a Snow-In emergency
Warnings: none so far
I. Cleaning the place 1nd - 5th, 11th-15th
A)
[ The place Caster and Waver managed to rent is spacious, but unfortunately also very dirty. And in total disarray. It was once used as a tattoo salon, but as the original owner (named William) aged and found other hobbies it slowly turned into a mix of storage, game house... illegal distillery. The old man visits the shop occasional content to let the new generation clean it, sometimes striking a conversation with those who come to help. He was once a tattoo artist, you see, but then he went blind on the sea what a terrible story— ah, it's not like he can't see, the magically enhanced glasses are a godsend even if they did cost an arm and leg; but his hands turned shaky with age— ah, no, it's not a problem anymore, thank you, he got a Coven-made ointment for that they're steady now; as such continues the list of various stories and terrible injuries, that did not have the lasting dire consequences they should have, and if allowed to go long enough one might wonder, how many of them actually happened—
CĂş doesn't let the old sailor torment people who came to help for (too) long though, so sooner or later you can expect a rescue. ]
The old man got some interesting stories to tell, just don't fall for his tricks or he won't ever stop making fun of you
B)
[ Have you brought items? Furniture? Or are you here to help with painting, cleaning, moving stuff (throwing it away)? Any help is welcome and appreciated. And of course paid, in money or services, however is prefered. Inside, in the main room, there is also prepared a refreshment place. Few (clean) chair. light snacks, hydrating drinks even citrus-scented towels— since it is rather hot inside and working out makes it only more so. ]
Get rest and something to eat whenever you need it. Worry not, it's all on house. [ Not getting a cut from the payment for being fed! ]
II. Paid in services, 3rd-5th evenings, 12th-15th
[ For those who decided to be paid in free services, that is a free enchanted tattoo, they are able to get it starting on the 3rd. CĂş leaves that for evenings when most of the commotion is gone, and even people on the streets moved to nearby taverns. It's harbor though, wind carrying sea shanties and sounds of partying is never going to stop, even if it was late at night. ]
Have you decided what kind of spell do you want? And where. [ He gestures at an antiqued screen with paintings of colorful bird that looks so distinctly un-Aefenglomian it must be an import. The colors are faded, but it's in good condition. One of the accepted items from anonymous donor ] If on your back, there's a place to lie down behind the screen. Let me know when you're ready.
[ Very professional! Privacy is important. ]
III Snow in - Blackout; 6th-7th
[ When the blizzard starts, staying inside the soon-to-be parlor seems like a good idea. Then it intensifies and suddenly it's no longer it's being smart and staying inside. Suddenly it's being stuck. Caster proceeds on lockings the shutters on the windows, the last thing they need is one of the windows to give in. ]
If you want to go home, that's the last moment we could try. Where's your place, I'll walk you back. [ He grabs a blanket because yes this might be useful— and then the magitech lights flicker several times before giving out entirely. Caster curses under his breath. If the magitech light goes out, it means magitech heaters soon will follow. ] Well, shit.
IV Wildcard
｢ ooc: since it's also my catch-all for the month, you can hit me with whatever other kind of prompt (event or not, however you want) and I'll write you a starter. I'm open for plotting too, hit me whatever, plurkaetarna, PM or discord o7 ｣
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Berserker simply nods, picks up his drink (and another bottle for later), and heads behind the screen. All of the clothing on his upper body is shed quickly and left in a neat pile. Even with the heat working now, it's still chilly enough to him that goosebumps form on his skin.
He settles down in the chair with his drink, shuffling around until it's comfortable for his wings and tail. ]
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It's going to be Fine. Sharp objects and them just fits. He runs his hand on Berserker's temple as if he was teasing starting there— but then he slides down his face, his neck and onto his chest, with a smirk. ]
So where are we starting? Given your unimpressed reaction for the first suggestion, I'm guessing— [ It's the second option, isn't it? ]
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You'd be right. Your second suggestion...Start there.
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Hope you don't mind lavender— I had no choice for the tester provided. [ And he ain't going to turn down free things, especially when they can be of use. He says as he pours a bit onto his fingers, circles nipple smearing a generous amount onto it.
It doesn't feel as clinical as it should, even if the glint in Berserker's gaze was to be ignored. ]
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It doesn't matter to me what it smells like... [ He can't fight his body's reaction once again and his nipple starts to stiffen underneath the attention. His eyes narrow. ] Are you finished or are you going to toy with me? [ His neutral expression turns to a brief, but vicious smirk. ] We can play later, if that's what you're interested in...Business first, pleasure later.