( open ) out of isolation

[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & YOU, thomas nightingale (ettersberg) & YOU
What: a month in the life of a former assassin, a month in the life of the former last sanctioned wizard of the uk
When: may
Where: flona cove and khalo
Warning(s): alcohol and fyrra use, nudity, sex and probably swearing

Comments

[motivation]

Yeah. So?

[ why are they growing on a rhino-esque thing. creature. animal.

he plucks one of the blossoms off and the rhino-thing doesn't twitch or protest, just shifts a little. and then there's a flower in dutch's hair and she slants jim a glance. ]

Do I look pretty now?

[willrevile]

You look like you have a flower in your hair, [ says Jim, who was not born yesterday. ] You're always pretty.

[ :)

Anyway, Jim suddenly squirms and grumbles about something biting his ass before he fishes for discarded underwear. Their friend snuffles at his knee, as if in mild protest of his attempt to escape. ]

[motivation]

[ smart boy. smart boy who is good with his tongue in more ways than one. ]

Don't ask me to kiss it better. [ dutch remarks when he grumbles about something biting his ass, and then watches him fish for and put on his underwear, patting the flower-rhino absent-mindedly. ]

I think he likes you.

[willrevile]

Please. This is a work of art. You don't want it marred with weird rashes any more than I do.

[ His butt is pretty cute, alright, and it's miraculously less often bruised than the rest of him. Probably because he's always running to fights instead of away from them. Anyway, underwear on, he searches for his pants, but doesn't bother pulling them on yet.

Breezily, ] Most things do. [ Jim pats the animal's nose. ]

[motivation]

Someone's cocky.

[ but he's right; she doesn't want rashes on his arse. ]

For the record, I wouldn't touch you if you had weird rashes. I know better than that. [ does she though? does she really? ]

[willrevile]

Hey, it's mutual, I'm not touching anybody with a rash, and I mean that in both senses. Like, no matter who's the berashed party.

[ Jim's boned enough freaky aliens and idiot humans to Really Know Better, especially with his weird allergies to binders found in some medications. ]

One time I ended up covered in slime from a delegate from Tyxian IV who 'honorably' sneezed on me, and it was corrosive, but just really slow? So I didn't even notice the burning until I got back on the ship after having stood there covered in nose goop for nearly an hour for a diplomatic ceremony.

[ Shudder. ]

[motivation]

How honorable was the sneeze really?

[ that does not sound very honorable to dutch, jim. more gross. ]

[1701]

Extremely. I got a commendation on my record for it. [ He sounds series. It is. ] Their planet became a member of the Federation and has been an outstanding example. And since, they've stopped the sneeze thing with other cultures, though they still like very mucus-y handshakes as a cheery compromise.

[ This job. ]

[motivation]

Sounds special.

[ the hells, jim. ]

[1701]

It is. [ He nudges her. ] Like every planet. Including this one, despite how fucked we all are.

[ Jim still sounds light and lazy, despite the wording. ]

Where else are we getting this kind of company? [ Patpat. The creature snuffles, content. ]

[motivation]

[ dutch would pass on the company if it meant getting her people out of stasis, but she swallows that remark down, unwilling - for once, for now - to break what's left of the good mood. ]

You're not gonna name him, are you?

[ who says it's even a him, dutch? ]

[1701]

It's probably already got a name in its own language. Whatever it might be. [ Even gophers have languages, surely this thing does.

Jim gives up on dressing and flops back into the grass, looking up at the sky. It's nice out still, and he still feels weirdly comfortable, even if the sensation has dimmed. ]

What a place.