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September Catch-All
Who: Jarlaxle and (eventually) Everyone
Status: Currently Closed
Where: Stormbringer, and Naughtilust for now.
What: An eventual open log for September! To be updated as I get ideas for more bullshit.
Warnings: Potential NSFW material inside.
Astarion
[Off to sea they'd gone, well on their way back to the corsair base. Jarlaxle, upon making sure that where ever he'd be staying was no where near the citrus boxes, had wasted no time in making himself comfortable. Sure sure, he pulled his weight, when necessary. When he couldn't find any other way of wiggling out of the more boring, more tiresome jobs. But for the most part he was content to find places to simply perch and watch... Or play around in the rigging for funsies, whatever happened to entertain him at the present time. A couple solid days in however and he'd found something far better than making bets with himself as to how far he could jump from one piece of rigging to another; Alcohol.
Specifically, bourbon. Someone's bourbon, don't ask who's because he doesn't know! Must belong to someone important though, considering the scent of it, and he wasn't about to just stow it away and wait for a better time. There was never any better time than the present.
There he was, relaxing below decks with his bottle of bourbon, perched on a box like some great smug cat with the scent of fine alcohol drifting about him. Maybe he ought to take to the deck to see if the stars were out... Or maybe he should go looking for a drinking companion. After all, this was an awful lot of liquor, and he really should make sure the whole bottle was gone before dawn. Somehow. Be a shame to huck it overboard when he was through... Who else was down here?]
Xenk
[It's a shellphone text. It definitely took him a little bit to figure this think the hell out, he's not about to send a bunch of clumsy, poorly written messages out. But he's got it now and he knows just who to bother.]
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Good day, Xenk. I've a proposition for you. Or rather an invitation.
[No he's not explaining the emoji.]
Status: Currently Closed
Where: Stormbringer, and Naughtilust for now.
What: An eventual open log for September! To be updated as I get ideas for more bullshit.
Warnings: Potential NSFW material inside.
Astarion
[Off to sea they'd gone, well on their way back to the corsair base. Jarlaxle, upon making sure that where ever he'd be staying was no where near the citrus boxes, had wasted no time in making himself comfortable. Sure sure, he pulled his weight, when necessary. When he couldn't find any other way of wiggling out of the more boring, more tiresome jobs. But for the most part he was content to find places to simply perch and watch... Or play around in the rigging for funsies, whatever happened to entertain him at the present time. A couple solid days in however and he'd found something far better than making bets with himself as to how far he could jump from one piece of rigging to another; Alcohol.
Specifically, bourbon. Someone's bourbon, don't ask who's because he doesn't know! Must belong to someone important though, considering the scent of it, and he wasn't about to just stow it away and wait for a better time. There was never any better time than the present.
There he was, relaxing below decks with his bottle of bourbon, perched on a box like some great smug cat with the scent of fine alcohol drifting about him. Maybe he ought to take to the deck to see if the stars were out... Or maybe he should go looking for a drinking companion. After all, this was an awful lot of liquor, and he really should make sure the whole bottle was gone before dawn. Somehow. Be a shame to huck it overboard when he was through... Who else was down here?]
Xenk
[It's a shellphone text. It definitely took him a little bit to figure this think the hell out, he's not about to send a bunch of clumsy, poorly written messages out. But he's got it now and he knows just who to bother.]
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Good day, Xenk. I've a proposition for you. Or rather an invitation.
[No he's not explaining the emoji.]