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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 8:15 pm
The Common Room The Common Room has always been the heart of Fa'e HQ since the beginning, and so it remains. This room is the only one remaining from the original HQ's design, but it's bathed in light from the skylights far above. Plenty of comfortable couches surround a fireplace that seems to be always lit, even in summer - due to the presence of Calcifer, a grumpy fire demon who's taken up residence within. A large toychest can be found against one wall, as well as a television. Baskets of toys and a few beanbags are scattered around as well. This room caters more to a friendly atmosphere and the playing of young children, safe for the whole family. Still, many of the older Fa'e view this place with a sense of great nostalgia. Fa'e and Guardians can pass through a secret pathway behind the fireplace here to reach the rest of HQ; others can only enter if invited by such, and if they bring a small bribe to placate Calcifer. Note that the fire demon is cranky and greedy, so every time someone unconnected to the Fa'e enters and leaves, they'll have to bargain with him anew to enter once more.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 7:54 pm
Nyoka plops down, sorta slides to the side. She manages to catch herself with one unsteady arm. "To . . . whatever you said!" she agrees, holding up her own bottle, but it is filled with good whiskey.
She throws her head back and drinks. Then, slams the bottle on the floor, and falls back on her back, her wings on either side of her.
"Where are we?" she asks, dazed, as she looks atthe ceiling.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:06 pm
Rune's days as of late were composed primarily of sleeping, eating, stealing his mothers illegal narcotics, and playing Xbox games. Usually, it was some combination of these.
On that particular day, however, he was only slightly blazed, his shoulder-length hair pulled back into a messy ponytail at the nape of his neck, several of the shorter strands refusing the stay put and instead deciding to criss-cross his half-lidded eyes.
He sauntered into the common room with his shirt unbuttoned, his shoes long since forgotten at the front door, and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his baggy khaki shorts. He was in quite the pleasant mood, as he nearly always was, humming something vaguely reminiscent of 'Dude Looks Like a Lady'. Of course, one of the few things that could take Rune from a good mood to a better mood was, surprisingly enough, sprawled out on the floor of the common room.
Chicks.
Hot chicks. Rune grinned quietly to himself, gave a little shrug, and pressed on into the commons, dropping himself carelessly onto the couch. The corners of his mouth quirked into a lazy smile, "Comfortable down there?" he murmured to Nyoka, throwing a wink to Kia in jest.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:15 pm
Nyoka's yellow-green, reptilian eyes move up, to look back at the new Fa'e.
"Comfort is relative," she says, stretching her arms above her head.
She rolls over onto her stomach, and squints at Rune. "You're bright," she says, her words a little slurred. "And . . . handsome? What's your name?"
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:31 pm
Nyoka snorts at the beautiful comment, covering a laugh, and takes a swig of her whiskey. She sits up and holds the bottle out to Rune.
"I am Neo . . . no . . . Nokia . . ." she blinks. Wow, she is a lot more trashed than she thought.
Stupid Parrot!
"Nyoka," she says, and beams with drunken pride. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sexy Rune."
She still has the whiskey bottle held out.
"Wanna join me on the floor?"
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:05 pm
Nyoka's eyebrows wing up and she regards Rune, a little confused. Shrugging, she lies back on her elbows, her wings fluttering a little as the tip of her tail resumes it's lazy tattoo against the floor.
"Well, whiskey is, to . . . novices?" she searches her mind, seems to settle upon her determination that that, is indeed, the right word.
She lets her head fall back, and she studies the ceiling again.
"What bringsss you heere?" Nyoka asks, toying with her voice in a way to keep entertained. "Why are you at HQ thiss time of niiiight?"
A snake moves its head to regard Rune. The corner of her mouth tips up in a half smile. "You can come a bit cloooser," she starts. She nudges the bottle a little toward him again. "There is plenting of the whisskey left, and I have alreeeady had two bottles."
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:25 pm
Rune gave a slight laugh, nodding his head in admittance that he was, in fact, a novice when it came to drinking. He preferred more.. natural methods of interfering with his brain's ability to function normally.
Her invitation pulled a laugh from him; a deep, half-amused, half-intrigued sound. It took him approximately half a second to conceive an idea, think of the possible consequences, and decide that they were entirely worthwhile.
"I was bored," he said simply enough. A smirk that was anything but innocent crossed his lips, and Rune accepted the bottle, but instead of drinking simply set it upon the floor, shifting his potion to comply with her invitation. Pushing himself to his knees, Rune twisted his body around, one knee on either side of her snakelike body. He settled his hands upon the floor beside her head, tilting his head slightly to one side.
"Close enough?" He asked, that smirk unfading.
...Inwardly, he was half-preparing to be punched right in the family jewels.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:35 pm
Intrigued, despite the fog in her brain, and despite herself, she tilts her head as well.
"Aren't we bold," she asks, her voice low, as she meets his eyes.
It might be curiosity that made her do it, or it might have been the drink, but she pushes her upper body up on her hands. She lifts one hand, and rests it behind his head.
With a slight smile, she kisses him. It isn't a long one, and not a very romantic, coordinated, or deep kiss at that.
When she is through, she lies back down, flat on her back this time, giggling. It wasn't half-bad. . . . She admits to herself, however, that it could have been better.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:46 pm
I can't believe you're taking advantage of a drunk girl. Iris piped up in his head, though Rune was far too busy enjoying the success of his risk to really care that she was not at all please. Hell, she was never pleased.
Rune just attributed it the fact that she couldn't get laid. Or eat chocolate. He was pretty sure that's what women did to make themselves feel better when they were upset. At least, he was normally.
In that moment, though, he was sure only of the face that he was on his hands and knees atop a particularly attractive woman who had taken the initiative to kiss him. His lips were still curve upwards when she pulled away and rested back against the floor, and for a moment, Rune stared down at her with one brow arched.
"Is that a challenge of boldness, Nyoka?" he murmured with a hint of laughter, gathering her hands in his and slowly lifting them above her head. He laced their fingers, leaning in further, until his lips brushed the curve of her throat. Rune pressed a gentle kiss against the soft skin there, his voice a low whisper, "Because I put up one hell of a fight."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:56 pm
Nyoka's brain might have been muddled, but her nerves were not.
This fact shocks her as she feels them fire when Rune presses his lips against her throat. The tip of her tail's tapping rhythm increases a little, and she allows her hands to be moved, even closes hers around his when he laces their fingers.
It is an amused smile that comes to her lips at his declaration. "Really?" she says, her voice a little throaty, lower than usual. Her lids lower, and she is sure that she has a slight purr in her voice when she says, playfully, "I think it's your turn, then."
Eh, who really keeps count?
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