THE GOTTALA JELEBELLIOS

[capemods]

WHO: ImPorts.
WHERE: Gottala Jelebellios of TíraFórsae.
WHEN: April 21st 2013 noon to April 25th 11:59 PM.
WARNINGS: Possible violence, gore. Possible sexual situations.
SUMMARY: Off-world adventure on EARTH KLADSUO834LKSFDLKJ8718=LAJD
FORMAT: Whatever.



[Now THIS is the Big Clam of all Gottalas! This is the city-ship that any mothership would be most proud of, this is the peak of the elite fleet. Housing 90,000 classy individuals, Jelebellios is the size of what natives might remember to be land-locked nations.

Everything in Jelebellios is glamorous, everything is about living high and infamously. This is the Gottala that those who MAKE it can upgrade to -- for those of a more middling class, it's an ideal vacation spot. Something to wistfully sigh over, perhaps.

The food is the best here, they have RUNNING FRESH WATER in every room, they have forums with fountains (that often spew champagne) and opera houses with mobile skylight viewing. Jelebellios, in the more prestigious avenues, is literally paved with gold.

But the superficial is invoked into art form here -- and more than that, entertainment is a way of life. Quite literally, the only living on Jelebellios. While mundane trading for FOOD or WATER or BORING CHUNKS OF GOLD might satisfy the plebs that other Gottalas have, if you're a citizen (or guest!) of JELEBELLIOS there's only one tender.

And it's tender as the night.

Because tender refers to physical affection. So if you want food or water or dazzling clothing or anything, you better look your cutest and pucker up.]

Comments

[governorkang]

Even if Kang hadn't had superior senses, Eddie would still reek of champagne. His nose wrinkled a bit at the sweetness of it. "It'll make things a little more difficult for you to find dry clothes, Deputy Mayor."

He noticed a clothing stand several yards away, and a man browsing through the shirts. Evidently, he'd found one he liked; he held it up and said something to the vendor (another male), who nodded and stepped out from behind a small table with a smile. The patron then pulled the vendor up against him and gave him a seconds-long kiss.

Kang watched uncomfortably, getting a very bad feeling, and cursed in Nerakese, making his accent even more obvious than it was. "That's not a good sign."

[governorkang]

[.........ew. He grimaces.]

I can see how this one is better. [Barely, in his opinion.] The other ship sounds like the one I was on yesterday. Xes Ther?

[wisecracked]

[She nods.] Yeah, that's the place. Talk about a lot of fashion don'ts. Not that this place is much better.

[motherflocker]

"The name itself invokes something of a curious difference to this place, doesn't it? Unless we're talking about the possible engines on the boats," he chuckled softly, like it was a joke. He removed his monocle for a moment, if only a moment, just to brush it against a dry jacket, still appraising his friend's appearance. Really, principles were one thing, but--

Well, he supposed that some people were hardly so concerned with how they looked in public. He knew as a politician now, perhaps Eddie did somewhat, but with a flicker of old jealousy, he admitted that his friend, at least, still looked somewhat kept together. Somehow.

Then again, Eddie didn't have to overcome the physical limitations that Oswald had to. Dressing up, at least, gave the appearance of richness, something even these ship-dwellers could recognize. They thought him rich, and so he'd given them the "coin" that they craved. Tenderness, the language of physical tenderness, he could do. Especially when it meant he would do well where others would not.

The prolific sense of self he received from it, the way his ego slightly swelled? Well, it was to be expected. "I'm hardly criticizing, either way. I expected them to be a bit more willing to help a newcomer, honestly. How rude of them to leave you high and dry," he paused. "Or, low and wet, as the case may be."

[acrossyourpath]

"I should say you are," Felicia said, stepping back as much as was physically feasible and pressing at his chest with a single finger. Her eyes remained locked with his, a touch devious.

"I can't say that I recognize this particular item," she added, before she leaned up to kiss him on the neck. "But you know, they really do know how to treat a lady right around here."

[currentcy]

Oh, sure. That kind of babble would at least merit a break-up.

[ He sips his champagne. ]

I get called 'too old' enough to not want to be seen with someone talking in rhymes.

[enigmaestro]

Eddie's lips wrinkled into a light grimace, and his eyes followed down Felicia's finger. It was if somehow he hoped she wouldn't take note of such obvious attire.

"A lady, perhaps," he said with a drawl. "But the men have to work a little harder."

[amoray]

Biff. He'd have to remember this Biff character for later.

But Eridan fell into step beside Eddie, on his right and just a step behind, as naturally as if the turn had been his own idea. He had prowled this particular ostentatious street a few times now, because it was both easy to find and soothed his gaudiest of sensibilities; familiar with the landmarks enough to feel comfortable ignoring them, Eridan set the entirety of his attention on his companion in the form of a sidelong stare. His posture sat high, almost ramrod, with shoulders squarely set to draw attention to their broadness and to his height — the Tiriseans and their long limbs were imposing in their own right, but that didn't mean he couldn't be as well. After all, he cut a significantly more imposing figure now than in his usual easy slouches and casual postures.

If he'd only had a cape.

"More or less," Eridan answered, and that was true. His tastes had likely been a little chaste to get anything of real value out of these people, the wardrobe aside — and that had cost him a pair of webbed hands passing curiously over his fins, examining the feel and nuance of them as they had flattened against his skull in displeasure — and so he had subsisted mainly on morsels. He couldn't imagine Eddie had been adventurous enough to do much better. "Little here, little there. You?"

Again, his eyes fell to Eddie's outfit. If the man should look over, Eridan made little effort to hide his focus and the unasked questions that came with it.

[enigmaestro]

Edward offered a shrug. It was nonchalant -- avoidant, even, as if shuttering away any unpleasant implication with the motion of distancing. As if he didn't care, as if Eridan's question was but a fragment thought floating in the saltstruck air between them.

"I'm not too hungry right now."

It was that only modest success he'd allow, in terms of reference. The alternative, playing to his ego, would incite longterm concerns. Throwing a glance over his right shoulder, he seemed pleased to find Eridan matching in appropriate step. A quick smirk and a wink to Eridan's eyes expressed as much. He caught that look from Eridan -- that hungering in a different glance sort of look.

"But I wouldn't want my darling protege to starve, now would I?" They turned another corner, a wider golden street opening to their feet. Here was a good distraction. A good answer.

Eddie reached out to grab a bejeweled woman passing. She looked back, skeptical, hinting intrigue; he took her hand in his hand kissed it. Deeply.

The next moment and he was teasing Eridan with smoked-salmon-wrapped-seaweed snacks. Portable and delectable.

"I wonder how you'll pay for these," he said.

[enigmaestro]

Oh, if only Eddie had been privy to the implicit flattery that Ozzie yielded, oh if only. His pleasure would seep past his smirk. But he was stuck in his own world, chained to his own mind, and the audacity against his ego (how dare he be stolen away when he was so busy) rankled his perception. It was but momentary.

Eddie would learn to adapt to the system in the coming hours, like he learned to adapt to his own cultural system. His ego was just a barrier requiring soothing persuasion -- or delusion.

"Real funny," he said, his tone ironically dry. Eddie flicked his fingers at Ozzie, shedding droplets of champagne. He was, at least, merciful enough to not purposefully target his good friend's freshly cleaned monocle. Eddie took a few steps, shaking off excess fluid as he walked, and glanced over himself.

"I daresay we shouldn't stand still. Sitting ducks and all," he said. Really he just wanted to attempt new clothing, now that Ozzie had made fun of him for it.

[acrossyourpath]

"Is that so?" She asked, leaning a bit closer and raising one eyebrow. Her finger didn't move, though she flicked at a button. After another moment she pushed away again.

"How much harder?"

[motherflocker]

Ozzie sourly brushed fastidiously at his suit, where the droplets landed, affecting Eddie with something of a dark look through one eye, for the imagined slight. He had his own ego to worry about, after all. He almost seemed to sink down a centimeter or two, but even so, his oddly-timed gait still followed alongside his friend.

After all, if anyone could insult Oswald, it would be Eddie, but he gave as well as he got between the two of them. Gothamites, Gothamites like them generally did, after all. That was a part of the game, and none of them were particularly kind to each other, but most of the bastards, he didn't particularly like. Conveniences, only.

"Heaven forbid we leave ourselves targets. Let's hope none are particularly good shots," he grumbled, still soured and annoyed with the prospect of what this place meant. Just because he could make do on a world like this didn't mean he wanted to leave the lounge to inexperienced hands.

Especially hands that weren't his.

"Do tell me that there is a way out of this, yes?"

[enigmaestro]

"Not hard enough to get me in trouble," he said, with the intention to reassure her. Eddie smirked, thinking that his timing was perfect. He watched her pick away at the button, too pacified to fend her off.

"Have you run into anyone?" A beat. "Any imPort, I meant."

[acrossyourpath]

"You had better not be lying," she purred, flicking at his chest and taking another step backward, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She looked him over, though non-aggressively. Most of her tone was teasing, not angry.

"I haven't really been looking."

open

[kaibalite]

Misael!

[Someone's had a long week. Still under the effects of his brief stint in Cerb, most of which having been spent lying in an alley trying to lean against the ground, Kaito's somehow managed his way past the costumers. So now he's busy standing in the street yelling after a hurriedly fleeing native and hallucinating aliens.]

MISAEL!!

closed;

[soulbonder]

[Astral's so, so relieved to finally get off Burodwhey. After that affair yesterday, who could blame him for being eager? He grabs and pulls on Yuma's arm, trying to get his attention.] Yuma, Yuma.

[He's hoping that he'll finally be able to enjoy this... trip a little more. Especially since they appear to be invited to some sort of showing. How exciting!!]

[soulbonder]

[whoa hey he recognizes that hair. well, it's not that hard, it kinda looks like a very yellow strawberry that's upside down...

astral finds it difficult to stop thinking about food when he's human. it's possibly due to how great food is.] Kaito?

[kaibalite]

What?! [Spinning around so hard he almost falls over]

Stop sneaking up on me!

[soulbonder]

But I'm not sneaking up on you. [at least he thought he was a little to the side? maybe?]

[kaibalite]

Yeah you w... But you were just... Tch, damn Barians, just stop bein' everywhere! It's giving me a damn migraine.

it's okay, i'm used to mysteries from you. (this tag might happen twice REPLYING BY EMAIL IS WEIRD)

[idkmybffjesus]

It kind of looks like Biff is listening. His attention is on Eddie, he's nodding a little, he looks engaged --

"You know, they pay for things with kisses here." Oh, well, so much for paying any attention at all to anything Eddie has said. "It's pretty great. That means not only is everything essentially free, but if you buy things from beautiful women -- and there's a lot of those around -- you get to kiss them."

[soulbonder]

... [well]

I am not Barian.

[aggressiveapathy]

[That comment gets a laugh, the grin still lingering after. Why was it only now her talking in kid rhymes could be funny? Max should have been on the boat with her instead of Eddie.]

Mm. Sorry your birthday turned into.

[What word to use?]

This.

[amoray]

Eridan watched Eddie and the affluent woman with crossed arms, brows raising; whatever angry churn of emotions he was dealing with right then, he didn't indicate them beyond narrowed eyes and the faintest hint of a pout. Continued with that routine even when Eddie was taunting him with food, food that looked and smelled amazing, leagues ahead of the street vendor garbage he'd had earlier.

The idea of turning the offer away was tempting, out of stupid pride if nothing else, and the option of just biting at his fingers even more so. But Eddie would expect to be humored.

"Too bad you don't got any rings for me to kiss," Eridan drawled, head cocked and one immaculate dark brow raised. "Then again, I hear the crime boss routine was more Mask's thing."

[kaibalite]

You're not? OH, that makes everything ok then! [Jabbing a finger at Astral, or at least that's his intention while his hand misses above his shoulder]