locked to house #4

[insurgent]

Who: Abelas, (getoutofmytemple), Jyn Erso (insurgent), Rhys (rhygret), and Zevran (agradecido); probably guest starring others at some point!
What: Catch-all for space fantasy dreamhouse shenanigans
When: ca. The Descent Pt.3
Where: House #4
Warning(s): nudity but not in a sexy way.......


[ In the story so far, one of the bedrooms has been claimed by Jyn and Abelas, while the other hosts Rhys and Zevran.

Now let's skip to the part where Rhys gets locked out for hogging the loo. ]

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[getoutofmytemple]

[You know, it takes a special individual to wear down the patience of an immortal. Particularly an immortal who was very used to centuries worth of downtime.

This human somehow miraculously managed to wear it down to a thread. A very strained thread. It had been ages since that human had gone into the bathroom, and he was holding up everyone else. Eventually Abelas hit a breaking point and with a flash of silver from his eyes the door to the bathroom unlocked and flung upon.

He stalked in, grabbed this "Rhys" shemlen by the neck-regardless of what sage of bathing he was in, and threw him out of the room without a word. He then turned on his heel and with a wave of his hand the door slammed behind him and there was a brief green glow.

That door was not opening until he was finished. He'll be out eventually, in the meantime, let's hope Rhys managed to grab pants or a towel on his way out.]

for sansa.

[insurgent]

[ jyn has warned her housemates of the potential for visitors. the only specific warning of this particular visitor is one for rhys, a singular text that she won't follow up on: princess incoming. wear clothes if home :).

despite all her huffing and feigned disinterest, she opens her heart and the doors of her makeshift home to others. maybe that's stupid. no, it's definitely stupid. she does it anyway. as promised, she meets sansa halfway between their respective lodgings, approaching in a jog without looking the least bit winded. nothing about her is particularly remarkable. the dark colours of her clothing and haphazard mess of her hair give her a slightly earthy appearance (dirty, on bad days, but today is a fine one). she lifts a hand, almost a wave, and offers a hesitant smile. she was meant to be reassuring, wasn't she? ]

Sansa?

[ she doesn't look particularly like jon, though jyn supposes they share a style of dress. a bit like theon, really. ]

[For some weirdo with an Elf fetish]

[getoutofmytemple]

[Rare was it for Abelas to spend time in the assigned residence other than sleep required it, but for reasons only known to Abelas he returns unusually early. Of course he did proceed to ignore everyone for the most part, as usual.

He took a seat off to the side, with a glass of wine, and lit a candle with an odd green flame that gave off no heat. He had some parchment and a pen and seemed to be writing something with what looked like shimmering green ink. Of course it was in ancient Elvish though, so supposedly no one would be able to read it, at least not until he was finished.

Then there was a familiar voice behind him and he had to take a moment to close his eyes and sigh. He had enjoyed the very brief moment of peace and quiet while it had lasted.]

What is it you want of me, Shemlen?