LIVE AND LET LIVE

[neigh_sayer]

Who: All and whoever!!
Where: Lobby/Lounge/Kitchen
When: 89 morning!! handwave before or after murder idc he'll be doing this for a while

[guess who was up at ass o'clock cooking and waiting for the cafe to open?? IT'S C, IT'S ALWAYS C

anyway when you come downstairs for breakfast or possibly brunch, there's quite a spread waiting. Most of it choice items from the cafe: macarons, muffins, dainty breakfast sandwiches, tea cakes, and such.

BUT there's also at least a 10 person meal's worth of bacon piled high on plates, deviled eggs, and sliced fruit. A pot of coffee is brewing and tea is made too. There's more of the cafe food, since that's always plentiful, but it looks like he didn't skimp on side items either.

C is dressed slightly less like a gremlin today, having brought down one of the alcheme thrones in the lounge and is well, lounging in it. He flashes a grin]

Gooooooooooood morning my lovely little false idols! How are you feeling? Great? Miserable? A whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you? Good, good!

Well, I've a very special announcement to make! It's been a while since we've all had a real heart to heart, don't you think? We're always going on about oh nooo, I died, oh no my feelings, or oh no demons! Demons are especially soooo boring now. Quick refresher for all you newbies--you're playing this game so those rascals can snatch you up and recruit you! Neeheehee, it looks like they're gearing up for something big. . .

But that got me thinking! Why should you all be busting your ass for them? When you could. . .be busting your asses, for me.

[at this point, he stands up on the throne with a grand gesture, spreading his arms]

Neeheehee! That's right folks! I'm officially throwing my hat into the ring! Becoming some demon's lackey is so dull, so I thought, why aim so low? A simple wish, going home. . .why settle. No, no, I intend to become a god. The whole package! I've already have a legion of followers, so this is the natural next step.

So consider this a recruitment breakfast! Oh, and don't worry. Neeheehee, even soon to be gods have to play by the rules! You don't have to put me before your teams or your lovers or your cat or whatever else. Just know that I've got you, when the time comes. . .well, some of you. As god, I'm gonna have to pass a bit of judgement, so not everyone can join. Sowwy!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYWHO, that could all be bullshit! But come on on down for an Alcheme Brand Fortune~! And see exactly why you should join my faction!


Or just get some free grub and help me brainstorm a name for the new faction. I'm thinkiiiing. High-Cs? Capital C and all my Lowercases!

[as a side note, for everyone he's recruited that doesn't have one yet: they'll find a handstitched bandana outside their unit's door; it's white and checkered with their team colors.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just laughs as he keeps scrolling]

You want to introduce a third party from the start? Bold.

[liftoft]

No! I just mean--hell, you know what the audience can be like. No bystanders, that's all.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Scrolling. Awful. Scrolling. Bad. Scrolling. Is that even physically possible?

Oh.

There we go.

Clicks off the screen and tosses the phone back to X]

Then I've found something that meets your conditions. Close your eyes.

[liftoft]

[ Probably lots are gonna be physically impossible or at least inadvisable

Unsure how he feels about closing his eyes but. Well. He agreed to this. It's fine. It's great.

It's great. ]

Right... leavin' it in your hands here, man.

[ closing his yes. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There is the sharp laughter of someone having too much fun (SPOILER: It's Intensity) and then two pieces of heavy metal clamp around X's shoulders and try to take off with him in the air.

This is what you get for letting him pick]

[liftoft]

[ shouts in surprise, hands flying up to grab at the claws around his shoulders, completely taken by surprise ]

[liftoft]

[ and then breaks out laughing, as soon as he gets over the shock. He keeps his grip tight, but this is so much better ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[From somewhere above him:]

You can open your eyes now.

[liftoft]

[ he's still laughing too hard to actually do so, for another few moments, but grins upwards as he gets a hold of himself, trying to find Intensity.]

Somebody asked for this? If so, they're definitely my favorite audience member ever!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He's perched (slightly precariously) atop Blue Eyes's head this time instead of on her back where he normally is. And with a raised eyebrow, he address X when he looks up at Intensity]

Know what a Spiderman's kiss is?

[Because this nerdlord certainly does]

[liftoft]

[ tips his head, which lookd pretty comical in this position.]

Mm? What's that--alternate universe where Miles gets but by a black widow or somethin'? That sounds dark, man...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And me fresh out of poison. Guess I'll have to improvise.

. . .

If you could look forward instead of up, that would make this a lot easier.

[liftoft]

Right. Okay. Sure.

[ he's doing it. He's taking this seriously. He's not quite sure where this is leading, but clearly SOMEHOW Intensity is probably coming down here to kiss him, and that's fun, and blue eyes is fun-- really great, honestly, considering how much of this deal with a demon that he expected to be to "making the best of a bad situation" at all moments. ]

Should I be closing my eyes again?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Only if you're afraid.

[And above him, there is the sound of Intensity re-positioning himself.]

[liftoft]

No way! I wanna see what you got!

[ still talking asking kissing, right??? ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Still talking about kissing!

Intensity hooks a leg around Blue Eyes's jaw, wedging his foot in between two of the metal plates. And for what purpose?

To drop down upside-down in front of X, of course. Please to not be stabbing him with your hair on the descent.]

[liftoft]

[ in fact he leans back a little, as much as he can, as Intensity drops down. He's surprised for a second, then grins brightly again.]

I'd be doin' stunts on her all the time if I were you, y'know?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. Yes. Less talking. More fanservice.

[And still upside down, Intensity reaches for X's jaw with both hands so he can pull him into a kiss]

[liftoft]

[ X huffs a small laugh, maybe fond maybe exasperated, but lets himself be pulled in easily. It's definitely the strangest kiss he's had--the angle unfamiliar and with no leverage at all, being held off the ground like this, but he gives it his best attempt. Sure he's in a deal with hell and he's gotta be on the lookout for them trying to fuck him over, deal or not, but until then he plans on keeping his end of the bargain--and that means taking these requests seriously.

Spiderman kiss, right? So, superheroes--he knows that kind of story, he can work with that. That must mean Intensity's just swooped in and saved the day or something, and X is letting him know how much he appreciates it! Or maybe Intensity's the villain, and he's the hero--totally forbidden, but that kind of thing is always popular, he's pretty sure. That's the kind of enthusiasm he puts into it ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity would have to agree with X on how much the angle sucks on this one. Add to the fact that he has to spare a few brain cells worrying if he's going to slip and fall off his dragon, and Intensity's not able to put 100% effort into the showmanship like he normally would.

Thank god for X being ridiculously enthusiastic about everything. That makes it easier.

His fingers curl around X's jaw (probably to the point of leaving red scratches against the skin) to keep his head in place and keep X steady. Whether he's playing the role of the hero or the villain, like hell he's going to be anything but the dominant one in this scenario]

[liftoft]

[ a shiver runs down X's spine as Intensity's fingers dig against his jaw--and more than the slight discomfort, it's the implication of being held still that has him going boneless and pliable, just for a moment.

Then that moment is over, and he does his best to regain some amount of control over this kiss]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well. Filing away that reaction for use later when the blood isn't rushing to his head and he can think straight.

For now, he'll busy himself with trying to keep control of that kiss, tilting X's face in a way that is more favorable to Intensity's position]

[liftoft]

[ the same as before, X responds well to being physically put in his place; he doesn't fight the angle change, and even makes a soft noise of approval, between kisses.

That's fine, though. Why fight something so small like that? He'll just prove that he doesn't need something like the advantageous angle to be good at this.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Eventually, Intensity does pull away - the pull in his leg supporting most of his weight being too heavy to ignore (not that he shows it).

Instead he just huffs and crosses his arms, giving X an appraising look:]

Well?

[liftoft]

[ at some point he had closed his eyes again, so he had to blink himself back into paying attention to things besides how Intensity's mouth felt against his own, before he can reply.]

... I think if the audience ain't happy with that one, then there's no pleasing 'em at all.