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

[enigmaestro]

Just the reaction he was hoping for. Edward, so sorely tempted to congratulate himself, cemented his restrain. It wouldn't do, to make such an obvious motion of his interior thought -- Eridan might be a bit damaged, but he was still highly capable, still apt to use any little leeway against Edward.

"I wasn't propositioning you, Eridan. Please," he said, with a roll of his eyes and a grinning crunch of his salmon snack. "I could do so much better, were I so inclined to extend my patronage."

He inclined his head, the oncoming joke more for his benefit than his company's.

"But that's really more Ozzie's thing, isn't it? And penguins can be so territorial, you know, I'd disdain to incite such behavior from him."

[enigmaestro]

"Well now," he said. His tone cushioned, softening with only edges of patronizing brunt. "Perhaps they're simply insatiable. I must say, I know one or two of the same."

He leaned his cheek into her hand, his eyes keeping with hers.

"Of a much higher quality, mind."

[wisecracked]

Bet you didn't know it's also naturally blonde. [She grins.]

[amoray]

"Then you better hope he don't lay eyes on me. I think we'd hawe a lot in common, me and him. People like us."

Implying he and Eddie didn't. Eridan denied Eddie the pleasure of a look as he spoke, tone breezy and nonchalant to the point of haughtiness, didn't spare so much as a significant glance — they walked side by side still, but Eridan gently wove a gap between them composed of class, not distance. Nothing so in your face as a sloppily thrown gutterblood or a slapdash mention of his own blood color, nothing so blatant, but he made the difference writ in private schooling and money to burn a tangible thing.

"Him or Sionis. Neither of 'em got proteges either, huh?" A significant beat, no more than a second, a second and a half. "Or Bond. Not that I think he'd be interested in a fuckin' lackey. Beat the piss outta me a while back for slaughterin' you-know-who, did I ewer tell you that?" A breezy laugh. "Fucker's hard as nails."

He spoke almost fondly, although not without some amount of chagrin, polishing the whole thing off with an almost bashful cock of his head. It was the same kind of breezy affection he'd employed when discussing his and Eddie's own spats and bouts of extreme physical violence, a long time ago. He hadn't done so since the bloodswap.

[acrossyourpath]

"I should hope so," she responded, her eyebrow raising. She pressed close to him, raising the other, before removing her hand. She glanced around the boat a little skeptically.

"What else do they do around here, I wonder. The merchandise is nice, but now I feel dressed up with nowhere to go."

[kaibalite]

See there you go again with the arrogant know-it-all... arrogance! You son-of-a-banana, did I ever tell you that? It's all fruity, look at that stupid thing. So fruity and who even has hair like that?

alas, it was only an illusion, having sweet gmail labels ruined my shot at email replying

[idkmybffjesus]

His keeps his gaze on Eddie right back, leting it go thoughtful and contemplative. From soaked shoes to champagne-styled hair, and back down again.

"Don't worry," he finally decides, "They probably won't charge you that. Not when they've got me around, anyway."

[idkmybffjesus]

Wait, what about... [ pause... ] Oh, wait, her? Yeah, I remember her.

[swordedpast]

Naturally you do. She's not forgettable.

Incidentally, if you allow her to touch your rear, you'll regret it.

[soulbonder]

... [Just. what can he even say to that.] Kaito. Come with me.

[kaibalite]

Where're we going? I don't take orders from you. I'm the Daybreaker!

[Oops, there goes all respect anyone in this universe may have ever had for Kaito.]

[governorkang]

I saw you as a youngling, remember?

[It's at that moment that the show changes, and the man in green paint and pointed ears shows up.]

...that looks like a skrull.

[enigmaestro]

"That isn't what I said." Eddie shot a quick, writhing glare at his company. His stride stilled, his legs waiting for Ozzie's. Carefully examining Ozzie's face, Eddie kept his own tone leveled. "I want the record showing, that isn't what I explicitly said."

But Ozzie was always an assiduous bookkeeper. Even if he cooked them in the same sentence.

Edward glowered, his neurons turning this over. He didn't answer the obvious bait, the even you.

"Anyway, I wasn't there to witness -- so the questioning isn't as deep as I'd like it to be. You're relieved, I'm sure."

[wisecracked]

[Kenzi slowly blinks at him before glancing down at her drink. Maybe she's had enough?] Oh...right.

[The mention of a Skrull turns Kenzi's attention back to the stage.] It...does. What is going on?

[motherflocker]

For a long moment, he didn't continue the train of thought, but with a man like Ozzie, he did file it away. It wasn't as if he didn't know there was a trace of deviance to his old friend. After all, he remembered the pair he'd managed to lock Eddie away with. Eddie had been awfully keen on them, but then again, they had been something of a lovely pair.

He didn't speak of relief, because that would be giving something away. He'd preferred blissful ignorance, in this case. At least up until he had what he wanted.

"I was thinking of the time I trapped you with the femme fatales," he spoke innocently, holding a hand to his chest, like he was affronted that Eddie was even suggesting he meant otherwise.

Of course he had, but repackaging what you were selling was often a way of getting rid of old, tired product.

[governorkang]

And before that, people with superpowers? I have no idea what the sea serpents and explosions represent.

[wisecracked]

[Kenzi stares at the stage for a few moments.] There was a sea serpent that seemed like it was trying to knock of the first boat I was on. And my powers are all out of whack...I was making explosions. [She frowns and sets her drink aside.]

guess who could not remember which post this thread was on

[soulbondee]

[ He can feel the tugging, but his attention is nowhere near the moment. It does take several repetitions of his name before he turns, brow scrunched. ]

What, what is it?

[soulbonder]

[He's rubbing his temples. Just. What the fuck happened? Who replaced Kaito with this crazy human? This place is terrible.] It's a request, not an order.

[idkmybffjesus]

[ He glances around, lowers his voice conspiratorially. ]

Why, is she a leper?

it couldn't be you, could it

[soulbonder]

[Wow, he's way too close to Yuma for comfort. Maybe a few inches away from his face. What's personal space? Astral seems to forget what that is when he's human. Though, really, he's overcompensating for his power burnout. The sensation of touch is almost as good as being able to hear Yuma's heart, but it's not quite the same. A suitable replacement.] Did you hear them, Yuma?

[Probably not, since Yuma wasn't paying any attention. He never really pays attention, does he? Astral sighs, he can't help but be excited, though. He's practically bouncing.] We're invited to a show. I want to see it!

[swordedpast]

What? No!

[ Great, now he looks insulted. ]

[idkmybffjesus]

Oh. [ bemused frown... ] Wait, then why would I regret it?

[ excuse him while he cannot think of a single other reason he wouldn't enjoy a lady touching his butt ]

[swordedpast]

[ Belatedly, Archer reviews his options here and realizes that now that he's opened up the subject of Rin Tohsaka and butt-touching, there are no good ones. ]

...she would never let you forget it. That's all.

[soulbondee]

[ And, like usual, Yuma puts a free hand on Astral's shoulder and absently push him a few inches back. Maybe one of these times, he'll learn where the personal space boundary is...

But what Astral says just has Yuma looking perplexed. ] Yeah, I heard a whole bunch of fish glubbing at nothing. Where the heck did you get an idea like that from that?