THE GOTTALA JELEBELLIOS

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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.]

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[acrossyourpath]

She hadn't been there long, of course, but it didn't take long to recognize that wherever this place was, it was somewhere with both esteem and influence. She spent some time seeing, mystified and quite enamored with the golden streets, though the patrons (residents?) got on her nerves rather quickly.

That was, until one brought her a soft, silky white coat after she'd blown them a kiss to send them off on their way, and she could never begrudge a gift.

She settled by the fountain, resting her feet. If that was all it took around here, Felicia thought she might do well, indeed.

[enigmaestro]

"Felicia!" Eddie came up from behind, having caught sight of Felicia's windcaught hair a street away. "Felicia, look at me!"

Eddie was, thankfully, drier at this point. He stopped short of her, issuing out tight breaths.

"Who gave you that?" He inquired, pointing at the white coat with a touch of disdain.

[acrossyourpath]

"Edward. There you are," Felicia said, turning, as if she'd expected to find him. Not that she had, but that was beside the point -- this was a good thing, not bad. She leaned close to kiss him on his cheek, standing on slight tiptoe.

"Oh, this?" She fluffed it coyly. "Do you like it?"

[enigmaestro]

"I'm suspicious of it," he said. Blatantly. There was hardly any ease behind his words, which fell with jagged consonants. Nevertheless, he pulled her close to him, his arm wrapped around her waist, and accepted the token kiss.

"Let's just say that I'm aware how this boat plies trade," he spoke with an airy tone. It wasn't as if Eddie hadn't benefited from such a realization himself -- as evident of his tight Tirisean green doublet.

[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."

[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."

[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?"

[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."

[enigmaestro]

"Darling, when have I ever boldface lied to you? Or anyone?" He didn't linger on the topic: it was proof enough that Edward Nygma was a man disinclined to outright lie.

No matter how tempting.

"I've run into a few." Eddie followed up his query, pressing her from behind. "There's a least a group of us, so it's much like the time prior. Except --" well, except more awkward, he nearly said. But he didn't want to seem like a prude before Felicia. "Certainly more liberal with affection."

[acrossyourpath]

"Good question. I'm not sure I'd know, would I?" She gave him a coy, slightly wry smirk, but shrugged the thought off. Again -- there was nothing accusatory in her manner.

Her smirk grew and she turned to stroke his cheek with her palm.

"I'd have guessed they were almost starved for it, the way they respond to a little friendliness."

[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."

[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."