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

[luciing]

[ When the other approaches, Somnus lifts his chin in a cordial greeting. Whether it is from the exertion of the exercise thus far or something else, his stance is more rugged than not. ] Hail, Mage.

[ Somnus raises a cloth to the side of his neck, dabbing at some of the perspiration dewing upon his skin. ]

I confess I have been neglecting practice... But they make for good sport.

[emet_sulk]

[ He nods, glancing at the split polearm a ways from them. ]

You have impressive aim for one being out of practice. What of other arms?

[luciing]

Greatswords and the like. [ He answers, folding the cloth and placing it next to some spare javelins. Somnus then plucks one of these out from the ground, testing its weight in his hand. ]

Do you care to join?

oh my god where did the time go I'm so sorry

[emet_sulk]

[ He eyes the javelin being hefted by Somnus. If it isn't being thrown at him...surely there would be nothing wrong with a bout? ]

A greatsword, hmm?

[ He whistles and his familiar pokes its head out of a patch of darkness that appears by his knee. ]

Could you bring me my weapon, Nyx?

[ She squalls and retracts her head. A few moments later she hops out fully with the gunblade in her mouth and he bends to take it from her. ]