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capeandcowllogs2013-04-21 09:21 pm
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THE GOTTALA JELEBELLIOS
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.]
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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At least these people are nice. And they have their share of beautiful women, who all seem really welcoming, so Biff? Biff has no problems with this. None of it. He can be found comfortably chatting up the locals (what linguistic challenges? Gift of Tongues, baby), uncomfortably turning away a man here and there, and lavishing affection on anyone of the fairer gender.
Really, he's either going to end up the richest guy on this boat, or inundate all women with his attention to the point that they're sick of him. It could go either way. ]
I'm never going back to New York. [ An idle comment, met with a "Bdubya'baich'eaye'ftee?" from his current lady companion, to which he tosses out a breezy: ] Foo'baich, dehn'foo'ftee'baich'dai'dehn'ggee.
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[Nanaja is sauntering toward him with one part adoring fans clinging to her and two parts grumbling scorned traders following a safe distance behind her. If Nanaja is good at only two things in life, then it's violence and sex, and she's putting both to good use here. The more attractive Jelebelliosians of both genders are welcomed, but the less so are smacked away with her tail.]
What the fuck is this shit they keep saying?
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That guy wants you to do unspeakable things to him with your tail.
[ It could be true. There's no telling for sure from this here-to-be-helpful smile. ]
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[She quirks an eyebrow and grins almost alarmingly. The vicious-looking blade slides precariously close to the poor guy's most tender of areas, perhaps making him rethink such a request. Or hate Biff and his sense of humor forever.]
Gotta say, I've never gotten that request before. What is this, some kind of fucked up love boat? Not that I'm complaining.
[Done having her fun, her tail wraps around the guy's thigh and tosses him away so that someone new can shower her with affection and indecipherable praise.]
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[ He settles back a little more comfortably on his temporary seat of a fountain bench here, and wraps his arm a little more snugly around the nearest waist. There's not even a twinge to his conscience for getting the guy tossed unceremoniously away. ]
You know, it's about time I finally made it to the Kingdom of God. I was starting to think I'd sinned a little too much for this kind of thing.
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Shit, if I'm in heaven, then someone fucked up bad.
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Shh, don't say it so loud, they'll realize their mistake and fix it.
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So. Any idea why we're here? It's better than the city, but I'm getting pretty fucking sick of getting jerked around.
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[Guess it was too much to ask for people to just be paying tribute to their obvious superior.]
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[She gives the woman a nice shove in Biff's direction.]
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