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[heresyandlace]

Who: Tek and anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Beachside lounging
When: Early August

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[the video feed flicks on to the glare of the sun, until the (absurdly) pretty man wielding the device leans back into the shade. he seems to be starting this broadcast mid-thought, and--for anyone who knows him well enough to spot the difference--he's smiling quite easily.]

--Oh, now I remember. I'd wanted to ask if there were any fine metalsmiths in the fleet. I'd intended to ask the next locals we happened across for their services, but... well. Metalworking does not seem to be among their most refined skills.

I'm looking for someone trustworthy and proficient in jewelry-making. I have several options for payment. If interested, please reply.


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[and with that matter done with, he settles back to wait in high comfort. for anyone happening by, he has found the absolute perfect spot along the shoreline. there is a stretch of clean, soft sand with an impeccable view of the ocean, tucked into the patchy, partial shade of a small stand of trees.

and he must be feeling better than usual, because he's actually wearing something that Atroma has given him--gothy-looking shorts that he has drawstringed to hang just a little off his hips--and he is sacrificing multiple layers of beach towels and blankets to the sand. he apparently doesn't care whether or not he'll ever get the sand out of them again.

Tek has made himself the most comfortable basking spot on the planet, and he has left more than enough room for a friend.

he knows that Atroma is messing with his head, but he can't find it within himself to be bothered right now. he even has a little brush and bottle of lovely dark maroon ink that he's staining his nails with. someone is glitched and enjoying every minute of it.]

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[dancingmd]

[Tek, you should be proud of how good Beverly looks in her suit as she saunters up to your little nest. Having been out on the beach now for several days, her hair has gotten a little bit lighter, a little bit blonder, and her skin, while not tanned (never that) still has a healthy glow to it. Despite their last encounter being less than stellar, she grins at the sight of her... friend? Yes, friend! Of course Tek is a friend!]

Mind if I join you?

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[heresyandlace]

[and oh how he brightens when he sees his lovely human friend. he waves his newly-painted fingers at her as she approaches.]

Of course not. Plenty of room. [--pointing the little paintbrush at the stretch of blankets beside him.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly settles in beside him, tucking her feet underneath herself, then leans over to examine his handiwork. Hmm. She holds up one of her hands next to his in comparison. Her nails are neatly trimmed, clean, and utterly boring. Starfleet doesn't exactly go in for brightly painted nails on their officers.]

Where'd you get the ink?

[heresyandlace]

[he finishes the last nail and then holds out his hand for her to compare. his hands--nails, paint, and all--are flawless, of course. when your true form has nothing but massive gnarled talons, you learn to appreciate and take care of little things like that.]

I bartered for it.

[and he wags the bottle at her.] ...You want me to do yours?

[dancingmd]

[She grins and nods eagerly, thrusting her hands towards him. Yes please!]

I don't even remember the last time I did this...

[heresyandlace]

[he chuckles a little as he sits up and turns closer, getting settled. he pushes the bottle into the hand that he's not about to work on, so she can make herself useful.]

Well, it has obviously been far too long, then.

Seriously... you need a few lessons in treating yourself.

[and, holding her hand still, he begins at her thumb with dainty, perfect strokes.]

Action;

[justamobster]

[ Ladon's been busy both on the shore and off of it. The smell he carries with him today-- briny waters and shellfish-- is an indication that he's spent the afternoon on a boat of some sort. There's physical evidence of all the time he's spent in the sun, too, showing on his face and arms, especially with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the bicep. He has far more color than normal, including a fresh spray of freckles under his green eyes.

He's carrying his shoes in his hand, barefoot on the powdery sand. It's a nice treat. He'd likely lose a toe or two if he attempted this on Nieve's beaches.

He settles down near Tek, enough that he's giving the other dragon his own space but is certainly close enough for conversation. He takes a cigarette out of his silver case, pops it between his lips, but doesn't light it just yet. He bobs his head in Tek's direction, both greeting him and silently asking permission to smoke. ]

Gonna do your toes too?

[heresyandlace]

The sun looks good on you.

[--because, though he still would have complimented him on any other day, the glitching piece of technology in his head makes it just that much easier. and it must also be permission for the other to smoke, because he only sits up properly and scoots over a little closer.

some other time, he would have complained about the smell of the smoke getting in his hair, but he doesn't care today.]

You want me to do yours too? [--wagging the little bottle of ink at him.]

[justamobster]

Thanks. [ He isn't expecting a compliment and thus his smile is a bit on the sheepish side. He ducks his head and goes about lighting his cigarette, thankful that it gives him a distraction as well as the calming effect of the act of smoking triggers. It's a good way to hop over that initial awkward hurdle. After all, he's a little more comfortable around Tek now but he's still not on the level of trust he's had with other dragons.

Not yet, anyway.

He does chuckle a bit at the offer. ] Don't think red's my color, yeah? [ His wardrobe rarely strays from shades of gray and brown after all. ] 'Sides, I'd just go messin' 'em up in no time.

[heresyandlace]

[and, as is his way, Tek swings right into behaving as if they've been friends for years, as if they're perfectly comfortable around each other. he hardly needs a glitch for that.]

Oh, I think it would wonderful on you, actually. Especially with it being a cool color, and all.

And it really is a great way to just relax for a few minutes.

[he motions for a hand, as if he's really not intending on taking no for an answer.]

...Besides, it's just ink. I'm sure it will wash right off.

[justamobster]

[ Well, he can't really tell a fellow dragon no. And while Ladon's bought into male roles on a superficial level, he's not sold on them all the way down to his lizardy core. His fingers are calloused, his palms scarred, and his nails aren't exactly shaped or cared for, but if Tek insists... He offers up a hand, then, trying not to imagine if the ink decides to stick around for months to come. ]

Yeah, yeah, all right. Only 'cuz it's you though, yeah?

[ There's bit if teasing to that comment, but it's also very true. He can't think of anyone else in this fleet who could convince him to get a red manicure. ]

[heresyandlace]

[yeah, Tek had been lying about the easily-washing-off part. it won't remain a vibrant red lacquer for long, but it will probably leave behind a lovely rose-pink stain for days. oops.

and oh, if only Tek had been wearing his female face right then--it would have perfectly complimented the demure, teasing look he glances up with as he takes Ladon's hand.]

Goodness, you make me sound so special.

[the smile is shortlived, though. the state of the other dragon's nails is a bit of a mood-killer.]

...Do you have a knife on you?

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[savedtheworld]

Ooh, ooh! What's the jewelry for? Are you in love? I can make necklace or a bracelet out of string and seashells! It's not the same as metal, but trust me, it'll do the trick!

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[heresyandlace]

[oh... cheery child suddenly there on the screen. he might have sneered and politely excused himself from the conversation before it could really get started, on any other day.

but, the little bit of technology in his head is really helping out today. he only leans back from the screen a little, eyebrows up... until he finally laughs a little.]

...Oh, I can assure you that isn't the case. Though the offer is appreciated.

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[horrendous]

[True to form, Hiccup's cheeks are smeared with soot, and he's surrounded by various metal projects.]

Blacksmith here. I can do more delicate stuff, too, but I admit my tribe isn't big on shiny things.

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[heresyandlace]

[oh, well... yes, that does give him some credit.

though, with how much of a fan Tek is of clean, pretty things, he's already frowning a little in thought.]

...This needs to be quite delicate, I'm afraid. The stone I would like to have set is extremely fragile.

Is that beyond your skill?

[horrendous]

[SORRY, TEK. He's a bit like Robin...]

I can handle it. I've made my own screws and gears for machines, but you'll have to tell me what you want the setting to look like.

I can draw up some drafts. What kind of metal? How big is the gem? And how long for the chain? ... I'm assuming it's a chain?

I AM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

[heresyandlace]

[he patiently waits through the string of questions, and then tacks on a few more moments to think before answering.]

Yes, a chain would be nice, but I can use a cord until a suitable one is found or made--and in either case, it should hang to the middle of my breastbone.

As for metal... I'll have to see what I have collected that can be melted down. Unless you already have any fine metals like gold and silver at your disposal?

The gem itself is half a finger-length long, and the setting can be solid and on the simple side... as long as the stone is not dinged or scratched or harmed in any way. That is, by far, the most important element here.

i was on hiatus its nbd

[horrendous]

I only have a little bit of gold and silver on hand for filaments and stuff. I'll need more if I'm going to make a chain and a setting.

[He's not bothered by the lengthy request. In fact, he's scribbling down notes.]

Yes sir.

[heresyandlace]

[he smiles a little to himself. when was the last time he'd been called sir?]

I'll see what I can find. [--meaning, look for what of his coin and trinket collection he hasn't eaten yet.]

Other than that, you think this this a request you can handle?

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[onlyanapple]

[Crowley is a big fan of beaches, and even a bigger fan of basking spots. He's not taken his suit off (because NO) but he does seem to be enjoying the sun. Eventually, he comes across Tek and sits himself down next to him - after brushing away some errant sand, first.]

So. What're you after being made, jewelry wise?

[heresyandlace]

[he'd correctly guessed that Crowley would appreciate the blankets, thinking maybe the finicky fellow dislikes sand in his clothes as much as he does. so, he looks a little triumphant when Crowley appears and deigns to takes a seat.]

A new setting for my necklace.

[--the one he used to never take off, until his death destroyed the setting and chain. now, he just keeps the loose gem in his pocket.]

I fear that we're a little lacking in fine jewelers here, though. I'll probably have to wait until the next bountiful world.

[onlyanapple]

[He really does, he even moves to lounge back, propping himself up on his elbows.]

Ah yes, that thing. [He gives a soft shrug. ] Unless you want something tribal, I doubt you'll get anything here. Maybe they can help you in a waystation.

[heresyandlace]

The waystations--right. If I let anyone there get their hands on it, I'll never see it again.

[and he casually scoots over so that they're much closer, and he reaches to idly tug on one of Crowley's lapels.]

...Why are you wearing so much clothing?

[onlyanapple]

You say that as if everyone there are vagrants and criminals.

[He gives a soft, annoyed huff. ]

Because I happen to have a thing called a fashion sense.