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Who: Randolph Lyall and YOU!
Broadcast: Network - unfiltered for the Marsiva
Action: Waking up on the Marsiva - shuffle to SS Heron
When: Immediately after arrival, since he made it just before the shuffle

[Video]

[If you are used to seeing people waking up belligerent and demanding answers, dear viewers, you might get a little disappointed at how anti-climatic this one is.

Probably because Lyall spent about ten minutes pretending to sleep while sniffing around once he realized he wasn't where he was supposed to be. So when he 'wakes up', he simply opens his eyes and slowly sits up, looking around with mild interest.

He quickly and silently asses his state - no injuries, he's wearing clothing. He's feeling a little groggy, as if waking up from a full moon night, but if he were he'd be locked up and decidedly more naked.

Then, suddenly he blinks even though nothing noticeable happened on the screen, and stands up to walk to the camera, looking up at it.]

If this is transmitting, might someone tell me how to get in contact with Lord Falmouth? It's urgent.

[Action - Marsiva]

[Among the people freaking out and those being extremely enthusiastic, the one thing that might make Lyall stand out even though he wishes he weren't is his attitude. He isn't walking around in a rage demanding answers or being scared of what is happening, but simply taking advantage of the food, drinks and sleep options presented to them.

Not all food options are satisfactory, though. You might find him sighing slightly as he delicately eats the pieces of raw meat he's been given.]

I hate to be a bother, but do you think they might have fish instead?

Action - SS Heron]

[Well, that transfer was... unsettling. Immediately upon arrival, Lyall sniffs the air quickly, and... frowns. No, this doesn't smell right either.]

I'm terribly sorry, but I am afraid I will not be able to stay among you for very long.

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They would not understand.

[British society might be more open in their acceptance of supernatural creatures, and there were people studying them, but there are certain things that are difficult to put in words to make someone understand who hasn't experienced it firsthand.

You can explain the theory of a tether to someone who cannot feel it, but not how it feels to have it ripped from you or on the contrary to have it settle it place.]

Then I am glad I made it here, if only a bit late. And once again, I am amazed at how well you have managed to keep things together.

It was challenging but I knew you and the others would need me should you arrive. I had to keep it together.

[Catching that hand, he presses the calm to his lips and kisses gently before opening his eyes to look at Lyall.]

And you are here now. That is all that matters to me.

[The soft kiss makes a shiver go down Lyall's spine, and bring a small flush to his cheeks. Biffy really must have been lonely, and that's the only thing that is keeping Lyall from remonstrating him for public displays of affection.

He doesn't take back his hand, but he grabs his teacup and drains probably more rapidly than is polite.]

[The sparkle in Biffy's eyes says that he's quite thrilled that he still has his bedroom eyes up to par. And if Lyall is going to drink his tea quickly then he will join him to finish his own cup off, setting it aside and then taking both to quickly wash them before turning back to his Beta.]

Shall I show you to our room now? It is a good deal smaller than what we are used to but I believe we will manage.

[He knows his Alpha is doing this on purpose because he knows Alphas and he knows Biffy.

It doesn't necessarily make it any easier to resist.]

You know I do not require much space.

[Lyall's bedroom before he ditched it in favor of Biffy's had always been smaller even than that of other members of the pack. His holding cell is only bigger because of his rank.]

[He gives him such a warm smile as he leads the way to his quarters and opens the hatch. Sure enough the inside is a bed big enough for them both and there are two dressers. There's little floor room but there's space for both of them. And a nice bedding.

That was important.]

We can look into seeing if it is possible to expand later but what do you think?

[The space is small, but functional and homey the way he could expect any space that houses Biffy for any period of time to be.

Lyall marches up to Biffy to plant a kiss on his lips.]

As long as you're in it, it's perfect.

[This is far better and he wraps his arms around that slender frame to pull it tight against his own. His Beta. His lover. His.]

I could say you are easy to please but I know you far better than that.

[Now it's his turn to kiss him, cupping the back of his head to keep him close so this time the contact can linger.]

[Lyall melts against Biffy slightly bigger frame. Given circumstances, he is pretty much going to allow Biffy to do whatever he wants here. Although he will protest if the kissing doesn't soon progress to something more.

He'snot even going to retort anything to that sentence, because yes, Biffy knows him better than that. Lyall has always been demanding with his choice of partners.]

[It most certainly will not remain at kissing. Already Biffy is guiding his love over to the bed where he guides him down...

Yeah. They have a lot of catching up to do.]