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THE SUN IS A MASS OF INCANDESCENT GAS (open + closed)
Who: Byerly Vorrutyer and YOU
What: Various open threads! Please come hang with me
When: Throughout January
Where: Olympia + the station
Warning(s): References to sex work! Cursing! Violence? Also, closed prompts will come in the comments, please let me know if you want one
1. Stasis pods (Open to anyone)
[ You'll sometimes find Byerly out amongst the stasis pods, but rarely for any decent purposes. He comes up here to spy, yes, to peek in on who comes to see who, who has which vulnerabilities. But he doesn't visit his own cryo-corpses. He's too entirely cognizant of how dangerous it is to do so. Koschei, after all, didn't bloody well tell Ivan the Fool where he kept his heart. Koschei certainly did not ever come up to sit beside his heart with a bottle of brandy in hand, feeling maudlin and miserable and lonely. And he certainly didn't ever fucking well drink himself into unconsciousness while sitting next to his heart, so that he was propped up against his heart for any passer-by to see as he slept off the drink.
But here's Byerly, the worst fucking villain you'll ever meet. He can blame it on an evening of weakness, a few bad decisions - but at the end of the day, here he is, waking up with a pounding headache and a stomach on the verge of revolution, squinting against the light, head propped against his sister's stasis pod. Stinking and bleary-eyed, he stands, takes a few steps forward, stumbles, and vomits noisily.
Yes, he's having a great day already. ]
2. Shades Darker (Open to anyone mid-twenties and up)
[ By has a certain persona he adopts when he works at the brothel. Not for everyone, mind - some people don't want a backstory, they just come to have sex with a handsome man, and he is the handsomest - but for the repeat customers, he acts the part of the Tragic Noble.
When he's working, the garrulous obnoxious cheer is toned down. In its place is a sort of dignity that Byerly rarely possesses in his debauched daily life. He's still charming, yes, full of smiles, but there's a sort of remoteness to his performance, too. A distance. Like there's some core of reserve that no one can touch. He plays up the mystery, tinges it with a hint of tragedy, and there's his character. Done.
He's on the job tonight. So he's sitting at the bar by himself, a slightly wistful smile on his face, before he catches someone's eye. And when he does, his smile broadens very slightly, and he raises his glass to them - then joins them, asking - ]
Do you play music?
3. Out and About (Open to everyone)
[ By has positioned himself just outside Simwe's palace, where he can watch the comings and goings of the people - observe who has to come in through the main entrance, watch the patterns of guard changes, see what vendors bring food and drink to the Empress. As a cover for his lingering - and also to earn a few coins, and also to keep from getting bored - he's brought his violin along. He plays, some songs recognizable, some not - sometimes showing off like a jerk. Whenever someone drops a silver or two in his open violin case, he blows them a kiss. Smarmy. ]
What: Various open threads! Please come hang with me
When: Throughout January
Where: Olympia + the station
Warning(s): References to sex work! Cursing! Violence? Also, closed prompts will come in the comments, please let me know if you want one
1. Stasis pods (Open to anyone)
[ You'll sometimes find Byerly out amongst the stasis pods, but rarely for any decent purposes. He comes up here to spy, yes, to peek in on who comes to see who, who has which vulnerabilities. But he doesn't visit his own cryo-corpses. He's too entirely cognizant of how dangerous it is to do so. Koschei, after all, didn't bloody well tell Ivan the Fool where he kept his heart. Koschei certainly did not ever come up to sit beside his heart with a bottle of brandy in hand, feeling maudlin and miserable and lonely. And he certainly didn't ever fucking well drink himself into unconsciousness while sitting next to his heart, so that he was propped up against his heart for any passer-by to see as he slept off the drink.
But here's Byerly, the worst fucking villain you'll ever meet. He can blame it on an evening of weakness, a few bad decisions - but at the end of the day, here he is, waking up with a pounding headache and a stomach on the verge of revolution, squinting against the light, head propped against his sister's stasis pod. Stinking and bleary-eyed, he stands, takes a few steps forward, stumbles, and vomits noisily.
Yes, he's having a great day already. ]
2. Shades Darker (Open to anyone mid-twenties and up)
[ By has a certain persona he adopts when he works at the brothel. Not for everyone, mind - some people don't want a backstory, they just come to have sex with a handsome man, and he is the handsomest - but for the repeat customers, he acts the part of the Tragic Noble.
When he's working, the garrulous obnoxious cheer is toned down. In its place is a sort of dignity that Byerly rarely possesses in his debauched daily life. He's still charming, yes, full of smiles, but there's a sort of remoteness to his performance, too. A distance. Like there's some core of reserve that no one can touch. He plays up the mystery, tinges it with a hint of tragedy, and there's his character. Done.
He's on the job tonight. So he's sitting at the bar by himself, a slightly wistful smile on his face, before he catches someone's eye. And when he does, his smile broadens very slightly, and he raises his glass to them - then joins them, asking - ]
Do you play music?
3. Out and About (Open to everyone)
[ By has positioned himself just outside Simwe's palace, where he can watch the comings and goings of the people - observe who has to come in through the main entrance, watch the patterns of guard changes, see what vendors bring food and drink to the Empress. As a cover for his lingering - and also to earn a few coins, and also to keep from getting bored - he's brought his violin along. He plays, some songs recognizable, some not - sometimes showing off like a jerk. Whenever someone drops a silver or two in his open violin case, he blows them a kiss. Smarmy. ]