Winter RP: The Citadel

[shadowsong26]

It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.

The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.

One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.

The portals are opening once again...

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[shipwreck_light]

"So, let's say you and me…"

Nene turned the knob of her apartment door, only to have the door straight up vanish on her for a change.

Which was fine. The door had it's own deal, being part of a hallway which, frankly, bordered on inscrutable what with the whole sometimes leading into other worlds business.

The sort of business it had /right then/.

It's timing needed work.

Nene did her best to take this in stride. These were some straight up glorious digs- like something a Tolkien fan would dream up, only lit up orgiastic gold instead of Strictly English Moors On A Cloudy Day, besides the whole actually existing as stone and glass and smells besides epoxy for the stage crew to sniff . Anyway, the walls felt like real leaded glass when she planted her palm on them (for science, she planned to swear).

A grin spread over her.

She could enjoy this.

True, the plan for her own evening had involved enjoying Seb, who she might kind of have left tied to her bench.

And she herself had escaped her own dimension bonds in a pair of strappy bondage pants and see-thru tube top.

To say nothing of the riding crop currently slung over her shoulder.

[bookblather]

((I am 100% here for Seb getting tied to a bench.))

Well. That was an outfit you didn't see every day. Danny wandered over. "Nice pants," she said. "Where'd you get them?"

The answer wasn't likely to be very useful if that was a hallucination, but hey, on the off chance it wasn't.

[shipwreck_light]

Oh man. Oh just.

The room included buttkick-gorgeous blonds with stompy boots and pixie cuts and grins like could cut somebody else's teeth.

Nene hummed, then none-too-subtly jiggered the waistband. Half a dozen D-rings chimed. "These? Custom order from Nier 9. They don't usually make 'em this short. Buuuut, I couldn't resist."

A further, distinctly unmitigated once-over of the other woman followed. "Guessin' you don't have that problem."




(OOC- I may or may not be ahead of you on the bench thing. Please pardon me of the stompy boots were an overreach. And she means she's short, not the pants. I haven't seen bondage shorts since the late 90's and seriously wonder if anyone makes them.)

[bookblather]

"Nope!" Danny said, brightly. "Girl like me, anything fits you. Though I usually shop in the men's section because everything in the girl's section is see-through, glittery, or both. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not my jam." She shrugged. "So'd you have to custom order them, or what?"

((Stompy boots is Danny's jam. You're good. also I can't believe bondage shorts were ever a thing.))

[shipwreck_light]

Ahaha. Not shy. Extra excellent. "And glitter sticks to everything! So, that, or hirea tailor witha death wish. Fer that, and the suits. Oh man."

She laughed. One, she couldn't help herself and two, why help herself, present company available. "Hi. I'm Nene. Would you believe I do suits too?" And with that held out her hand.

[bookblather]

"Oh, God, glitter," Danny said, and rolled her eyes. "I had a shipmate once who had like three kids who were all really into glitter, and he'd come back from every shore leave just fuckin' covered in the stuff. He called it the herpes of art supplies, 'cause once you got it, it isn't going away."

Danny took Nene's hand and shook once, firmly. "Danny. I'd believe suits. I do dress uniforms."

[shipwreck_light]

Nene shook back. Ooh, fabulous grip if she did say so herself.

She did not start humming "I Love A Man In Uniform", or whatever that showtune was called, though the temptation was strong.

Besides though, how did someone /not/ laugh at: "Herpes of art supplies? Hey, I never met the guy, but I gotta approva even yer company at this point. So ah- what kinda dress uniform, if ya don't mind me asking?"

[bookblather]

"He was pretty rad," Danny agreed. "US Navy, but I'm just a reservist now. Can still wear the uniform though." She grinned. "Why? You like 'em?"

[shipwreck_light]

Hey, Danny was the one who'd asked the woman in obvious fetish gear that. No harm in saying: "Yes!" half on the heels of her words. "That's way cool." Besides somewhat unusual for anyone of her acquaintance to, you know, have been in an armed force and still show pride in it slash not turn up trading knife blows with Roa.

"And I bet this place's hardly the strangest one ya've ever seen," she added, touched on a deepening smirk.

[bookblather]

"It's pretty weird," Danny said. "Like, not gonna lie, a place made of glass is pretty nifty, but I feel like it would be a bad life choice when things break all the time? Unless it's plastic. I guess it could be plastic." She shrugged. "Ah well. Bit of a shame I didn't bring my uniform," she added, and grinned.

[shipwreck_light]

"Oh, it could be bulletproof..." Nene had murmured in there somewhere, but ultimately she chose not to continue with that point, being as she currently suffered a distinct lack of bullets with which to test this.

Besides, having her grin returned like that. "Woul, yeah. Total shame. But hey, you got here, I got here, yer always prepare, I happeneda come with a ridin' crop. I think we can make our own party."

[bookblather]

Danny laughed. "Always prepared is the Boy Scouts," she said. "We're just... well, sailors. With guns. Sailors with guns. It's a good life."

[shipwreck_light]

"Most people," Nene began, "totalllly underestimate the relative goodness of lives with guns. So- what's yer poison far's that goes? .22? Sniper rifle? Howitzer?"

[rootsofthestories]

Here Nene, have something you might not be expecting.

A dog.

He's trotting up to you, tilting his head and wagging his tail. He's got bright, cornflower blue eyes and he's bigger than he really should be. There's no collar around his neck and despite looking friendly, he seems lost.

he's a good boy, he takes orders and does what he's told, he just had no one to follow right now.

((I promise i did not just throw you a random dog. He's cu aidhe and a recent escapee from the organization who raised him and is a liiiittle fucked up right now. But hey, puppy!)

[shipwreck_light]

(OOC: crapbaskets. I didn't notice this was addressed to Nene until now X_X. I am so sorry! Especially since Nene is a dog person, CF: http://shipwreck-light.dreamwidth.org/2014/11/01/ )

/That/ is barely a dog, Nene decides. As in, it's a dog-resembling giant of some sort. And a gorgeous one at that.

She's so jealous of whoever bred him, let alone owns him. Back in Asil 9, lapdogs have been in style for like 70 years and it's *not* just 'cause most places ban dogs over a certain size unless they're working dogs.

She is definitely not permitted to go people hunting with one, even if she does live under the radar.

So.

Right now. With this gorgeous dog (who has no sapient partner that she can see), she shakes herself out and pretends to yawn.

Dogs like people relaxed, usually.

In her universe.

[rootsofthestories]

His tongue lolls out and he's giving that big doggy grin. Hopefully she's nice, or at least able to keep him until he figures out what's going on.

Flopping at her feet, he looks up at her, bright eyes hopeful. She doenst seem to mind him, which is a start, but who knows, people are strange.

[shipwreck_light]

Oh no. Nonono. That is.

Nene barely suppresses an eep of happiness. Barely, as in she's pretty sure the noise she just made can only be heard by dogs.

Teeth in her lips, and her huge grin, she very, very slowly offers this one her hand to sniff.

"Hey, puppers. How ya doin'?"

[rootsofthestories]

He grins even more, getting up on his hind legs and putting both paws into her open hand. He's looking quite pleased at the moment and proceeds to, after shes released him, make himself comfortable at her side.

His eyes are going back and forth to her and the rest of the world, like he's scared she's going to vanish but hes not overly stressed about it,. Really he's just pleased to have someone who likes him about.

NENE LOVES THIS DOG

[shipwreck_light]

At first, Nene has the same inner jolt she gets when anyone or anything starts acting like she's, you know, a needed thing. That isn't what she exists for.

It occurs to her then though that the dog has no understanding of the semantics between need and want. The dog only knows she's there, right now, and she has pet. Lots and lots of pet.

Which is, really, one of the things she's always enjoyed about dogs. They live in the moment.

And if she gets to be his moment?

Nene is more than OK with that. She sits down and makes with that pet.

His ears are so silky and sweet. She means- it'd be a crime /not/ to scritch them them.

[rootsofthestories]

There's a happy thumping of his tail against her leg, his head resting in her lap. He sems content for a while, eyes drifting closed and body relaxing into the attention.

But soon enough he's getting to his feet, stretching and starting to look around. He tilts his head at her, as if to somehow ask a question but it doesn't exactly work. Instead he stretches again and when he's settling back in, there's a shimmershiftblurr and then there's a kid, about eighteen, sitting in his place, staring at her.

"You go any idea where we are?" He asks, then grins at himself because while being in his proper form his nice, sometimes having the ability to just ask a question is awesome.

[shipwreck_light]

Nene blinks, once and then again.

It's not what she was expecting.

But, then again, she's read enough books where things like this have happened, so it's not nearly as much of a surprise as it could be.

The only real shock's that it's happening to her, now, when she's all adultish and jaded...

OK, actually, that's pretty awesome that it happened at all, given that. She will take it.

She grins. Still- "Not a clue, puppers. If I knew, I'd tell ya. Only buttheads lie to dogs. Dogs know, amirite?"

[rootsofthestories]

He gives her a lopsided grin and if he had a tail, it's be wagging. "Yeah, yeah. Gotta nose for it, y'know?"

He doesn't move from his spot, just watches her with curious eyes. "You got good hands, nice hands. I like 'em."

Meaning, you've made a friend, Nene. A puppy friend.

"Went lookin' round and din't see much. Got an outside though. Outside's nice." He grinned wider. "Lot'a lot'a plants an' stuff."

[shipwreck_light]

"Iiii thought so," Nene croons.

And- yeah, he's not a "dog" anymore, but he's still got that puppers kinda posture going. And didn't he just say he likes her hands.
She scritches him summore, like she's got a scritch war to win, all up in the people hair he's got now and straying down his back.

"Woooow," she finally gets out, somewhere in the midst of her joy.

Is it joy? The smell in herself reminds her of joy.

"You're a good dog checkin' all that out fer the peoples around here."

She pinches his nose a little, lovingly-like.

[rootsofthestories]

Oh, he's a happy boy. He's just gonna grin up at her now, nuzzling her hand every so often and looking about. Sure, weird places are weird and he doesn't really know what he's supposed to be doing but he can sit here and get affection.

In his head, that is what the should be doing. All the pets, every pet.

He wiggles a littl,e leaning against her leg, head resting against her chin.

"I like bein' good." He nods. "Good gets treats. Treats an' pets and not gettin' put out." He looks up at her, grinning. "Don't know too well all the places but I know the outside okay. An' I could learn other places. M'lady's not here, so I gotta do anything."

[shipwreck_light]

Her hand says she's petting a person, but the rest of her- like, down to some wiggly thing in the bottom of her soul -is telling her this is a dog. A sweet, cuddly, damn awesome dog.

Nene's had this happen before. Now, it's been a while, but that only makes her happier still to have this rather literal dogboy at her side.

When he leans in, she chances a little kiss to his forehead, noting that although his skin comes off so softly human, he still has that powdery, clean dog-scent clinging to his hair.

"M'lady?" she purrs. "Oh baby puppers, did you get here without you owner? That's sucks. I'm sorry."