THE LAST SUPPER COMMENCES

[opening_act]

Who: Exael and Idols hungry for action!!
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 49/50, Midnight

[ In daylight, the city is far less festive than the ongoing halloween festivities that appear every night at sunset. So that's no fun! The alert for another game being held comes at midnight, doubtlessly disturbing some of you from your sleep. Looks like everything is in the spirit of the season, regardless of the fact it really shouldn't be autumn yet.

In the game tower lobby, the elevator doors shut and it lurches upwards, ponderously slow as the screens flick on. Exael's hologram looks to be balanced on a chandelier hanging in an extravagant restaurant, everything around her lowly illuminated polychromatic, so you can hardly tell those are white tablecloths. In the flickering half-light, all the tables have laid out: silverware, plates, goblets, artistically folded napkins. Still, dinner has yet to arrive.

She waves her hands with enthusiasm at the camera and promises all her viewers, "For tonight, we promise both dinner and a show! And I know our idols have brought their appetites, so I hope our audience is just as hungry for excitement!"

As the elevator continues its slow haul to its destination, you can't help but notice she's right. You are hungry.

When, finally, the doors open to let you out into your rooms, you are ravenously so. ]

Comments

[sonof]

[ makes a soft, encouraging noise at the touch, especially to his ear, even though then he pulls back ]

I'm not wasting the rest of this pipe.

[awakenerd]

[Laughing softly.]

You keep smoking and I'll keep going?

[Look he will stop if Yasuragi insists but there's not reason he has to, just no kissing.]

[sonof]

[ clicks his teeth on the pipe. ]

If you like.

[awakenerd]

I like a lot.

[He'd finish that with about you but he decides instead to gently go back to gently tracing the shell of Yasuragi's ear.

How's your hair up today, Yasun? Because he will deeply consider letting it down to play with... Though for now he's lifting his other hand to work at getting Yasuragi's top slipped open enough to lean in and kiss his chest, not going to interfere with smoking, just doing his own thing here!]

[sonof]

[ the usual kanzashi, braided some and twisted up in a bun. he shivers a little and curls his fingers encouragingly in Phoenix's hair. this is actually a little weird for him, though it's probably not in a bad way. (maybe a little worse because he can feel he's not exactly himself under his skin, an inch or so deep beneath Phoenix's touch.) but he has to consciously ignore his first instinct to tune it out and act unfazed, close his eyes and let his breathing quicken around the drags he takes off his pipe instead of consciously slowing it. ]

[awakenerd]

[might as well move]