002 - Looks like a discoball and tastes like strawberries and dreams

[wolfuncaged]

Who: Fenris and you!
Broadcast: Video: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist.
When: Today. SPONSOR DROP for all characters who have started a romance aboard the Fleet



[Fenris had a very unsettled night, sleep wasn't the cards after his run in with Cole. Eventually, he does leave his armory to find breakfast. He goes by way of the cargo hold (just to check the horrible little wretch isn't lurking there) but instead finds a gift basket with his name on. Fenris can't read the rest of what's on it, but the gift basket is full of condoms, lubes and other sundries that only naked people will really have use for. Emblazoned on everything is Madame Gertrude's Pleasure Barn. Not only has Fenris been given one, but any character who have decided to indulge in a little romance, up to and including flirting has been sent one. The Fleet has got itself a sponsor. For today, at least.

Fenris is well aware what these things are (thanks, Exisilium) so it's with a largely bemused expression that he turns on his communicator, pointing at the...gift. ]

Please tell me that I'm not the only one who has been given one of these today. I suppose Atroma expects us to be grateful? Though it is roughly as subtle as a brick to the face.

Comments

video;

[catamite]

[the communicator is set clumsily somewhere nearby, catching a half view of Nel happily digging through his basket like it's easter.

he doesn't even care that it's Fenris sending out the broadcast. he knows there are other people watching too.]

--Oh! Haha! This one is a joke. I get it!

[he holds one toward the camera. its foil is yellow.]

Because it's banana flavored.

[wolfuncaged]

[Nel you sweet baby no.

Nope. Nope. He's done with everything. ]

I'm going back to bed.

[catamite]

--No, because, have you ever seen a banana?

Have you ever seen what they're shaped like?

[Fenris, do you get it? it's a joke, Fenris. he's so proud of himself.]

[wolfuncaged]

[There's a horrible 'hah hah' sound that is at least 60% more miserable than it's amused. ]

Hilarious.

[catamite]

[welp, he assumes that tone is because maybe Fenris hasn't realized the full hilarity of the situation]

They're, like... curved and long, you know? And they're stiff. So they kind of look like...

[he's trailing off, helpfully trying to lead Fenris to the realization...]

[wolfuncaged]

[He wants to die. Let him die right now.]

Yes, thank you, Nel. I understand the joke.

[catamite]

Isn't that funny?

[he's laughing]

I've seen banana-flavored booze, but this is way better.

[wolfuncaged]

[Dryly. But hey, he's glad Nel is actually talking to him. ] Hilarious.

You can do far less with the alcohol.

[catamite]

[yeah, it's funny how constant, grueling self-denial can help a sunny disposition]

Right? With this you'd have like... [gods he's cracking up] ...a banana growing right out of you.

[wolfuncaged]

[It's the best. ]

...I suppose. In a way. [He says in a tone that doesn't get it, but he's trying for Nel's sake. ]

[catamite]

I wonder if they really taste like it...

[wolfuncaged]

I wouldn't be surprised. There would be little point making them otherwise.

[catamite]

[there is a suspicious pause here, while Nel looks thoughtfully down at the little yellow packet in his hand.



...gods stop him before he starts to experiment.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Yeah, Fenris ain't gonna tell him not to do anything, he just had an actual conversation with the kid. ]