Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Out Of Me etc. etc.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Characters passing by the bulletin board may notice a new message tacked to it!]

Drinking party at the bar at 8pm. Under 21 only. Adults will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Fun and games included, party hats optional. Don’t be late!

[Sure enough, there’s a gathering of teens (and maybe some not-so-teens?) to be found in the bar! While the posting mentions this is a teen only event, adults are in fact allowed as long as they are cool. OOCLY please be aware there are going to be teens drinking alcohol and possibly smoking! Also additionally, please let the teens/players have fun; again, adults are allowed but only if they’re cool enough to play along without snitching them out!

All party game top levels are going to be made under Ahito’s account but please assume ICly that Akira instigated/explained them! Once the game toplevels are up you can also post your own toplevels to mingle freely if you like IDK IT’S A PARTY HAVE FUN]

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[leewards]

[Ithaqua has ideas, honestly. He has a pile of mana stones just waiting to be eaten... But he has to hold off because not all of those are for him, and this is not something to being up in public.]

I have a potion that temporarily increases energy, it should help-- though it was one of the reasons why I am still reeling from magical exhaustion. Its formula needs some adjustment.

Otherwise... I shall see what else I can do.

[divineth]

[He's still recovering, huh... Urianger gently rubs his thumb along Ithaqua's hand.]

Hast thou been dabbling in potioncraft?

[leewards]

Indeed. Mother was an expert in herbalism-- why should I not use her teachings for my own ventures?

I've just about perfected my healing potions and head cold cures. Of course, those are not enough, are they? There are always more circumstances to think about.

[He taps his fingers on the table.]

My energy tonic requires more work, and I still must work on a formula for sleep.

[divineth]

[Color him impressed!]

I agree. 'Tis a fine skill with a myriad applications. I cannot claim to be an alchemist, but I have spent time crafting when it is called for.

[It's not his specialty though, so he only does it when those who are more skilled are otherwise occupied.]

If thou art ever in need of assistance, I may be of some use to thee.

[leewards]

[Ithaqua is surprised, mouth opening a little, before he smiles wide.]

I shall be glad for your assistance, especially when I feel I'm in need of a fresh set of eyes.

[And time is of the essence, when Urianger's country is the only one left to lack its original wizards. Urianger will be sent out soon and Ithaqua cannot let him go out defenseless.]

[divineth]

[Sounds like a plan!]

Very well. Then thou mayest call upon me the next time thou preparest to work on thy potions.

[leewards]

Then I shall. Heheh. [Urianger in his room? He will never turn him down. Though he does make a mental note to make sure that all the gem stones are hidden away, so Urianger doesn't see his... other projects... before he's ready to reveal them.]

In the meantime, shall we enjoy ourselves? Why don't you drink a little? If you lose the ability to walk, I can carry you up to your room, heheh!

[divineth]

[Very pointedly looking away,]

Nay, nay, I shan't be relinquishing mine inhibitions tonight. I shall leave such activities to the youths who orchestrated the gathering in the first place.

[That's only part of the reason, though. He's starting to catch on to the charms at play with these games. He has to keep his wits about him!!!]

[leewards]

Oh, very well. [Urianger... please... let loose for once...]

Ask me for a truth or a daring feat, then.

[divineth]

Mine apologies. Perhaps we may bring some drinks back to one of our rooms later.

[He just doesn't want to get drunk around all these kids!! He'll continue to play the game, though.]

Very well. Ithaqua: wilt thou speak true or perform a daring feat?

[leewards]

For you? I shall perform any feat.

[divineth]

Very well...

[After a moment of thought:]

Ithaqua, I would have thee speakest like myself for the remainder of our conversation.

[Does he just want to hear old english come out of Ithaqua's mouth? Yeah...what of it...]

[leewards]

[He can't see the way Ithaqua's eyes sparkle behind his mask, but he can certainly see his smile widening.

Challenge accepted. His accent is already there, after all.]

Thou hast finally requested such of me? [His other hand comes to pet Urianger's arm.] T'would not be a difficulty, thy voice echoes in my ears even in the most inopportune times... But what, pray tell, is an inopportune time to ever hear the voice of one so sweet?

[divineth]

[Hydaelyn help him. He expected Ithaqua would be good at this, but it's somehow even better than he could've imagined.

He brings their raised hands up so he can plant a kiss atop Ithaqua's knuckles.]

Thou hast listened well. I would think thee a natural, had I not been the one to request this of thee. Though I must admit, I wonder what utterings thou hast heard of my voice when I am not around...

[leewards]

[Frankly, it's not too difficult for him-- all he needs to do is change a few words most of the time.]

Murmurings so sweet, an imagination borne from a desire to see thy face whilst we are apart. [And a bit racy, honestly.] No small amount of encouragement for when the work laid out for me eludes my understanding, but enough that I needn't come crawling to thy door every time I would feel the weight of tension, in need of ministration.

[There's a double entendre there... or two.]

[impacter]

[jesus christmas, they're just flirting like this in front of god and everyone

don't mind him quietly chuckling into his drink glass]

[leewards]

[it's fine, it's not as if anyone but ye oldes understands what the fuck they're saying.]

[divineth]

[Good, because he very well might request this more often off-screen so as to spare Ray.]

Be still, my heart. [An internal musing given a voice. He simply can't help himself.] Thou must needs not restrain thyself if thou wishest to visit me. I shall gladly speak words of encouragement unto thee from mine own lips.

[Does he realize the full extent of what he's inviting here? Probably not. But that'll be his problem if it happens.]

[leewards]

Thou wouldst reward me for being a layabout? [Ithaqua places his chin on Urianger's shoulder. Perhaps he could just lay about the man's bed forever, then.]

Thy offer is too tempting, what would ever happen to me if mine hands cannot accomplish what my mind has conjured?

[divineth]

[With a chuckle,]

A layabout? Thou art nothing of the sort. Thy hands are continuously busy. But even the most diligent of workers are not beyond blockage of ingenuity.

[Boy is he going to be surprised when he finds out there's a salacious edge to all of this. For a well-studied literature fanatic, he is doing a bad job of reading between the lines.]

[leewards]

[Now Ithaqua nuzzles Urianger's cheek, purring:]

Were I in danger of idle hands... wilt thou be my muse?

[divineth]

[Oh...purring...

He has to think about it for a moment, mostly because the prospect is surprising to him.]

If thou deemest me worthy, then who am I to refuse?

[leewards]

[Ithaqua is a cat at this point, nuzzling him to show affection. At the very least he has no scent glands to mark his territory with.]

Thou art worthy of the world under our feet, and the one thy was born in. The product of these hands of mine, how would they ever compare?

[divineth]

[Such well-worded poetry, and all for him? How can he not lean in for a kiss after that?]

Thy words doth flatter me, dearest Ithaqua.

[leewards]

[Ohh? A kiss? Whatever happened to his bashfulness over excessive affection in public?

Not that Ithaqua is complaining, laughing softly as he accepts that kiss. Just a peck, to preserve their privacy. No one is allowed to see Urianger in a vulnerable state but Ithaqua.]

Flattery? Nay. Why must I resort to such a thing, when faced with such a visage?