sun's up, we wait all day ( semi-closed. )

[flugels]

Who: lancelot (flugels) & event partners
What: new in town
When: duration of intro event
Where: flona cove & the city
Warning(s): tomfoolery in cupid's pool under vane's thread... sad.

[ these are for closed starters so i don't flood the event log! feel free to pm me or hit me up on plurk (coldwars) if you'd like one of your own, or wildcard me. just give me a heads up first! ]

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❅ clair

[flugels]

[ he hasn't found the knights yet. doesn't really know how to, and none of them were in stasis. lancelot doesn't once consider that the natha had failed to save them-- and it's not out of blind faith in these omnipotent beings that makes him believe that they're still alive somewhere. no, it's simply because he trusts vane, percival, and siegfried somehow made it. and he continues to revisit the stasis units with this optimism.

what gives him hope is that he finds king carl in the units, as well as several other familiar faces in the order. he doesn't let anything demoralize him because this is the best he can hope for, especially after the fall of the skydom. something is being done, as ridiculous as the situation is...

his confidence shows in his interactions. he meets a young woman named clair, who is perhaps the only person he's met thus far that he feels familiar with in terms of dress. have my half-assed fantasy explanation as to why he's drawn to her... okay... but upon speaking to her, he realizes that it won't be long until they're able to go planetside.

from his knowledge, however, he knows there is a pretty specific condition that has to be met in order to make the drop. ] Miss Clair— ah, you probably are already aware, but in order for me to teleport, I need the help of someone who has done it before.

[ he doesn't act particularly bashful about it, although it is awkward to ask someone he'd just met. ]

May I request for your assistance? I believe my comrades are below.

[cajolery]

[ Hey, that's Lady Clair to you mister!!! Anyway, she probably introduced herself as a knight of the One Kingdom of Valentia, if that helps ~draw~ him to her. They can be knight pals.

Finding out about how the newbies are to make the drop doesn't faze her. In fact, helping them teleport down to Olympia involves the one thing Clair loves above all else, besides learning about peasant ways: providing her valuable assistance. So she smiles brightly as she replies: ]

Why, of course! I would be delighted to assist you. Come!

[ She's just used to giving orders... and leading the way, which is what she's doing right now, guiding him towards the teleporter. If he wants to be reunited with his comrades, then there's no time to waste! ]

[flugels]

[ at any mention of knight, he will have been completely absorbed to her. he may have never heard of the kingdom of which she serves, but there's comfort in knowing that his knightly status isn't a lonely one. and yes, he'll have to graduate to calling her lady clair... please correct him; the majority of the knights in the order are male, so... ]

Y-yes!

[ there's only slight hesitation there because of her willingness to assist him without further questioning. while lancelot is glad for it, it still makes him nervous as he reaches a hand out for her to take. ]

Will you take my hand, then? [ or is it the other way around... she can show him who's boss. ]

[cajolery]

Ah, yes... we are to join hands for the journey, correct?

[ At least, that's the word. Normally, she would very daintily offer him her hand like he's about to escort her onto the dance floor at a ball or something, but she is supposed to be leading him for this. So... she nods her head firmly and then takes his hand, which she uses to guide him onto the teleportation pad.

If it's awkward at all to hold hands with a stranger, then she's ignoring it. This is for a mission, after all!! ]

I feel as though I must warn you that the journey may cause some discomfort, but it is otherwise entirely painless, I assure you. Really, it will pass in the blink of an eye!

[ She gives him an encouraging smile. Are you ready to hurtle through space? ]

❅ chuuya

[flugels]

[ by the end of their fight, they're tired, hornty, and broken men.

but maybe they don't actually hate eachother. chuuya is smol enough for lancelot to carry, at least, and he brings him out to the beach... they collapse on the sand, but chuuya lands on the softness of lancelot's twin double beds... that is, his pecs. ]

Ah, are you all right?

[vacuum]

[ why did they fight ??!? i'll say chuuya is drunk. He had too many margaritas, and when you're at this point, it's like everyone's trying to pick a fight. His head sure is feeling light right now, his vision a dusky haze, and there's a unbearable warmth in his face and belly. ]

I told you to ... put me down -- [ That's probably what he's been weakly and drunkenly protesting for the past five minutes, as he was being picked up. It's kind of fruitless to continue to protest it right now, because they both happen to be on the floor. ]

I ain't done with you. I still need to kill you -- for talking shit about my aesthetic. [ It's probably a situation where Chuuya asked, in some insecurity, if his hat looks tacky, and Lancelot gave some kind of noncommittal answer. Then, in his drunken stupor, Chuuya started seeing an offense that wasn't actually there.

He can barely hold himself together, but he tries, placing his hand on Lancelet's stomach as he attempts to push his body upward. With how the world was topsy-turvy right now, Chuuya eventually loses his balance and falls right back onto those comfortable twin double beds. ]

[flugels]

I... think you've got the wrong guy...

[ lancelot is not the type of person who'd question another's aesthetic; that's more percival's line of thought. but it's easy enough to mistake him for someone else when the other is drunk out of his mind... after all, lancelot does appear kind of generic. maybe he thought him an npc.

but it's also entirely possible that lancelot didn't give him a satisfactory answer. still, is that something to hate him over?!

the two of them land on the sand with a soft thumb, and lancelot grunts on impact, bringing his arms up to hold chuuya's smaller frame. for a moment, he just lies there, before patting gently on his back. ]

You'll have to be awake to kill me, you know?

[vacuum]

[ why are you negging lanchan ]

I am awake! Otherwise -- how would I be talking to you... [ He says, as his shoulders tense a little as if trying to get up again. They then relax completely as he lays his head back on Lancelot's chest.

This is really, really comfortable. ] You're a dead man. After I -- why's this so soft ...
[ These A-grade twin double beds. Nevermind, he's just going to fall asleep, curling up against Lancelot like a baby. Bring him home to your real twin double beds, homie. ]

[strictdiscipline]

love me, lynne :pepesad:

loves you.

[flugels]

[ the fighting is over, thank astrals above.

lancelot had stumbled upon the fight club; while he is always open to the idea of a fair duel, there was something far savage about the scene he saw before him. it was more primitive than anything he witnessed back in his own kingdom...

but when it's all said and done, it's a great cause for concern seeing a few people who were knocked out cold, with no one to care of them. one in particular has lancelot rushing over their side to help, and he looks around, desperately seeking assistance. perhaps that's where he makes eye contact with the blond woman. ]

Excuse me-- will you lend me a hand?

:pepesa:

[strictdiscipline]

[ It's times such as these that baser human instinct tends to kick in, the drive to fight and survive outclassing any other emotion. Unfortunate, really, given the resulting outcomes: injuries of various severity and wounded pride, to name a few.

She notes them all with sorrow, which is why she's quick to respond when the man nearby her flags her down. ]

Of course. What do you need?

[ She doesn't have much on her, but surely they have first aid supplies around here somewhere. ]

[flugels]

This man was knocked out during the brawl... and they're simply leaving him here.

[ he doesn't understand how such a thing can be allowed. lancelot tries to keep his mind open when it comes to other lands and customs, but this... he can't endorse such cruelty for the sake of another's entertainment! ]

We should move him somewhere safe. There's much traffic here still.

[ and he can't do this alone because he's a twink... it should be fine with the woman's help, though?! ]

[defenses]

1/2

[flugels]

[defenses]

nonononono

[tzaraisen]

This is staying here.

[defenses]

WHAT THE

[uwe]

idk what's going on here but go team

[flugels]

[ lancelot can't believe his eyes... in cupid's pool, he sees his fellow knight and best friend manically splashing against the aphro waters... ]

Vane...! I hear these waters are cursed!

[ but maybe it's too late for vane... he's been soaked for too long. ]

[defenses]

[ it is far too late for him. to begin with the waters had seemed so peaceful. so temperate and calming. though, he says this, it also made him oddly fixated on remaining there. at first, it started out with him splashing around now, and now it's almost ... like he's possessed.

he can't really remove himself from the water. instead, he's simply twirling around, getting water every which way, and all because he actually isn't sure how to cope with how he feels. if anything, maybe if he keeps his physical body busy enough, all these ... feelings will come to pass. he believes this is... the easiest way out. except, it isn't, but i was deceived. i was fooled and hurt and now he is literally spyro in the water.

sometimes in life, all the shitposting you do comes to bite you in the ass... and now is such a moment?

and who truly pays...

regardless, vane seems genuinely comforted by hearing his childhood friend's voice in his time of ... apparent need. ] Lancey...! I think there's something wrong with the water. [ he breathes in, attempting to stop himself mid-twirl and mid-slapping the surface of the water. ]

[flugels]

[ he doesn't know what to do. it would be counterproductive if he jumped into the pool with him, potentially succumbing to a similar fate to vane's, wouldn't it? and he watches hopelessly as his friend continues to twirl and splash, completely soaking his clothes and hair. and there's no stopping it, either; he can't tell if his expression is one of joy or pain, or perhaps a strange combination of both, but it's killing lancelot being unable to assist—

as his friend, though, he simply cannot sit idly! ]

Hang in there, Vane! I'll help out out-!!

[ he should have warned him earlier... in fact, why aren't there any signs here!? he has to suggest this to the people in charge!

there isn't anything he can use, though; no rope, no rod, no weapons. there's only one thing he can do... lancelot moves closer the edge of the pool before lying down on his chest. he uses the edge of the rock at his feet as a hook to keep him from falling into the water himself. then, reaching out as far as he can, he urges vane to take his hand. ]

Come closer to me! We must get you out of there immediately!

[underwhelms]

Hello, sir!

[ Incredible, JJ is actually capable of manners.

It probably helps that he never worked a day of retail back at home, so the entire experience is fairly novel and quaint. He's got the enthusiasm for it, and he's annoying enough that he wears down even the most difficult of customers.

He's currently helping out with a stand selling "luxurious swimwear items" with one other lady who seems to be keeping her distance, responding only when he asks her a question. But for the most part, he seems to be content to make things up as he goes along, taking the position that he's free to do what he wants until told to stop.

Lancelot isn't particularly close by when JJ spots him, but he's content to jog over with a friendly wave. ]

Hey! Do you want to try on some swimsuits? [ He leans right in as if he's sharing a secret. ] They make custom fitted ones too!

[ He has a tape around his neck, it's legit. ]

[flugels]

[ hey, it doesn't surprise him that some people can be so polite! it's actually what makes him stop his steps and turn his attention to the cheery young man. lancelot doesn't once consider him annoying, at least; the enthusiasm is something he always admires in youths, so he doesn't mind it one bit! ]

Oh, hello— you're selling swimwear?

[ lancelot looks contemplative for a moment; he was probably targeted because he's among the few who looks like he still requires beach wear of some kind... ]

I could try, but I just arrived, so my funds are limited...

[underwhelms]

[ What a nice guy!! JJ's expression only brightens when he's not pushed away or dismissed. Be careful, Lancelot, JJ's known to take a mile for every inch that he's given.

He's quick to take advantage of the fact that Lancelot doesn't outright walk away, putting one hand on Lancelot's arm so that he can guide him back to the little booth. ]

Don't worry about it! Just trying stuff on is half the fun, and maybe I'll see if I can get you something for free.

[ He could probably get something for Lancelot using his wages for the day—it still hasn't sunk in that he no longer has the wealth that he's used to. ]

You're new here though? I just got here a little over a month ago, so you can ask me if you ever need anything. I'm your guy for networking!

[flugels]

[ ah... if only he'd been given such a warning. but truly, it's nice to meet such a nice young man. but he immediately realizes that this conversation is a mistake in the making when he's guided to his booth. usually merchants wouldn't hesitate to move on to the next victim when he admits that he's poor... and even that isn't an attempt to rid of him.

still, providing him a swimsuit for free? even that sounds like a scam, but... ]

That's far too generous of you. I wouldn't want you to hurt your business on my behalf...

[ he smiles, though. lancelot doesn't have anything better to do, so he'll see where this road leads... even if it's 1000% fishy. ]

So you're considered a refugee? [ lancelot considers this for a moment, before leaning in, as though to keep a secret. ] You mean from Thesa, right?

[ hopefully this young man isn't a native of the planet... ]