May Catch-All Log [ota]

[luciing]

WHO: Somnus and You
️ WHAT: Catch-all, TDM prompts, etc.
WHEN: Month of May
WHERE: Around
WARNINGS: Individual warnings below

TDM Prompt: Casino Bidding CW: Alcohol, gambling

[ Do the rumors involving the existence of such rare hourglass coins have any merit? Perhaps not, perhaps so; whatever the case, it warrants investigation.  Thus he ventures into the depths of the casino, where the atmosphere is heady and heavy with smoke and the clamor of clinking drinks and calls for bids. His usual attire, that of archaic robes, is met with head-turns of the younger fae and approving nods from the older misers of the club. It is with the latter that he interacts-- one old soul to others--  in a few rounds of card games involving a number of buffs and keeping one's visage as steel and unreadable as can be. He makes a sizable sum, because of it.

Somnus' alcoholic drink of choice is a deep, red wine, and he holds a goblet-full of it in his hand as assistants begin to set up the bidding stage. Dressed in gaudy, sparkling outfits, the fae parade the items one by one out to pedestals: the feather, the glacier, the flower, and so forth.

However, it is the first one that garners his attention the most, but rather than interest, he appears dismissive. Somnus frowns, speaking to whichever other-worlder has joined him. ]

A feather that may resurrect the dead...  What nonsense.

TDM Prompt: KnotsCW: none

[  So.

You and he now have their wrists linked as one, and all thanks to one of the pesky fairies that are running this booth. Somnus tugs at his wrist, which may move your own upward with his to bring the linked limbs between you and him.

His voice, naturally deep and grim, carries fuel edges of disappointment and weariness to it. This isn't the first time the fae have played tricks, and it seems that even the markets are not safe. ]  Their enchantments never cease.

Idle Training: Forward-Dated to May 9th CW: ig he's shirtless

[ The notably more pleasant weather of late spring allows for more outdoor, leisurely activities... for those who are idle. The one who is decidedly not is none other than Somnus Lucis Caelum. Outside of Camelot, one can find him on a field practicing the sport of javelin-throwing, and he seems to have a decent set-up. Nearby are a series of polearms wedged into the soft ground, and some meters away are markings on the ground to measure distance. An array of already-tossed spears, halberds, and javelins are already embedded near or past the furthest line.   By now Somnus has worked up into a healthy, hearty exercise, although one might not know this by the serious, severe expression he wears, and his practice has gotten him heated to the point that he's already undone the upper half of his robes, allowing the fresh, cool spring air to soothe overworked brawn.  As another sings silently through the air, it strikes right next to a previous one, but he is nowhere near done.

The muscles of his back and arms grow taught with tension, positioning himself as he corrects, then re-corrects his stance, and his eyes narrow to a dangerous, hunter's expertise as he marks yet another yonder goal. Without warning, he sprints and whips his arm forward, snapping the javelin into a ferocious torrent through the air. Sweat beads and breaks off the strands of his long bangs with the momentum, his chest heaves with a reactionary, much-needed inhale. A few seconds later, the toss ends its sail with a defeating crack as the weapon splits down a previously tossed polearm.

After sending another one flying across the field, he pauses to regain some of his disheveled composure, bringing his forearm up to wipe at the perspiration dotting his brow, then proceeding into a stretch of his arm crossed over the other. A soft exhale that may have been for relief doesn't appear to help whatever strain, mental or otherwise, has overcome him, and after a moment, he reaches for yet another javelin...

For those that know him, despite the immense focus require for the sport, he may appear more preoccupied than usual.  While he may appear to be practicing alone, others are welcome to join in the sport or ask for instruction; alternatively, this prompt can be incorporated with the massage TDM prompt if one were to offer him a knot to relieve whatever tension wracks him. ]

Wildcard

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Comments

[fujimaru]

It's not like it's unusual, though...

[ Maybe having an actual item that can theoretically revive the dead--that part can be unusual. But people treating it lightly? That, she's familiar with. ]

I dunno. I don't really think there's anything that'd be worth it, on either side of this deal.

[luciing]

[ Still not moving his head, his eyes flick to her, watching her profile from his periphery. ]

One would wonder if the other would even wish to be revived.

[fujimaru]

...I know I wouldn't.

[ She folds her hands behind her back, rocking a little on her heels. ]

It's not that I want to die, or anything... but I hope that when my time comes, I'm good where I am.

[luciing]

Good. [ --Is all he can say to that, and although his tone is firm, it's in complete agreement, perhaps touched with a hint of praise. Of course, no one wishes to die. Someone coming to its acceptance is a rare quality, indeed.

With the fae so often playing tricks, one may wonder if any of the items are on display are legitimate-- or, in fact, if they do exactly the opposite. Yet, on the chance that it does somehow revive the dead...

Somnus places a bid. This continues for a few rounds before he wins. ]

Then let us dispose of it.

[fujimaru]

...Just like that??

[ Is this... the power of a protagonist? Is this what it's like, to be so sure of your role as a lead somehow, in some way, that you can just casually make declarations like that? Must be nice! Ritsuka wouldn't know how that works! ]

I don't even know how we would. It's a fae thing, right? Destroying it might cause some problems. ...Right?

[luciing]

[ To him, to dispose of something could either mean to seal it or to destroy it. So with a nod, he turns from the dais, pointing one shoulder at her. Whether or not she follows is up to her. ]

Indeed. In which case, it may be safer to seal it somewhere until it can be properly destroyed.

[fujimaru]

That part is probably easier. Though probably still easier said than done. I guess we could ask someone who knows more about magic?

[ Her first thought is Kadoc, but that's probably not exactly in his purvey. Who else, though? If only (her) Merlin was here.

She follows him without hesitation, peering at the feather like she expects it to explode. Who knows! It just might! ]

[luciing]

[ They continue to walk through the underground casino. ] Indeed.

[ He's just about the place the feather within his cloak when he seems to notice that Ritsuka is... staring intently at the (supposedly) magical item. ]

...Do you wish to hold it?

[fujimaru]

No way.

[ That, at least, she can say immediately and without doubt. ]

I just kind of keep worrying it's gonna--blow up or something? Something big.

[luciing]

[ Somnus tucks the feather into his robes. ]

All the more reason to dispose of it.