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[samahl]

Who: Cyril Lavellan
Broadcast: OPEN
Action: The Space Bar
When: After he wakes up.

[Network]

[Cyril has been asleep for the last few weeks and when he finally comes to he feels an odd sense of resignment over this whole thing. He really should be angrier, he thinks, but all he can really do is sigh, shake his head, and get really drunk.]

Well, I'm in a mood for a drink. If anyone wants to join me, I'll be at the Space Bar.

[Action]

[And that is exactly where he is after he makes this announcement. He seems pretty relaxed as he orders something strong and works to finish it off. He really doesn't want to seem contemplative or mopey, but he can't quite shake the realization that Atroma could literally do anything to him and he'd be powerless to stop them.

He hates not being able to control every little thing about his own body.

That's why he looks especially well tonight. His make up is even more on point than normal, his hair is perfectly placed, his clothes chosen to complement his form the best way he can, and everything about his body language is so tightly performative - purposely portraying the image of someone without a care in the world.

These are the things he does control. He controls how much alcohol he puts in his system and allows the fuzz to take away the edge of the sharp fear in his chest. He controls how much he smiles and jokes with those around him. He needs to believe that he maintains some level of control, because being reminded that the chip in his head means Atroma can play with him like a little toy makes an uneasiness settle over him he would very much like to ignore for now.]

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action - space bar

[theirondragon]

[Never let it be said that Bull would ever turn down an invitation to booze, so he doesn't mind if he does take Cyril up on that invitation, heading to Space Bar presently. He'd had some work that needed to be done, but that could happen later. What that results in is his arriving in one of the jumpsuits the Fleet had provided upon his arrival.

When he arrives, he tells the barkeep he'd like his usual, a strong and dark ale from some place he couldn't pronounce, and slides onto the chair across from Cyril.]

Long time, no see.

[And he watches the man for a moment. He was perfectly relaxed, impeccably groomed. He looked like he was looking to meet someone here, though it also looked like that someone might be bringing a poison-soaked dagger rather than a drink.

He didn't say anything about it, though. Yet.]

Meeting somebody special?

[Fuck it, yes he is.]

[samahl]

You? [Cyril replies without skipping a beat, and smiles up at Bull with sincere happiness there, even if the angle of his body and face were carefully calculated to show off the best of his features. He can't quite stop mentally maintaining everything about what someone might see when they look at him.]

[theirondragon]

[That gets a chuckle out of him at least.]

Yeah, okay. I'm happy to see you too, Cyril.

[Not or the same reason, obviously, but it sounds genuine at least.] So, where have you been?

[samahl]

Asleep, apparently.

I suppose those in charge thought the viewership was too overstimulated by my beauty, they needed to give everyone a break from it.

[Becuase his fake vanity is always easier to play up than admit any anxiety over the situation.]

[theirondragon]

Asleep, huh? Learn anything?

[He chuckles again, shaking his head.] You've been spending too much time with Dorian.

[And we all know Dorian struts around to hide how he's feeling, too.]

[samahl]

Sadly, no. I didn't return home the way that some say they do when Atroma does that to them. I was blissfully free of dreams as well.

As for Dorian, we just both happen to know we're aesthetically pleasing. He might be one of the few who could best me in that.

[theirondragon]

Right.

[He takes a sip from his ale before arching an eyebrow at the guy.]

No dreams, huh? No weird, future crap, you know, more than you've already got?

[samahl]

Nothing at all.

[He takes a drink from his own cup and then shrugs.]

I would have at least requested some images of beautiful men to keep me company, if they had thought to ask.

[theirondragon]

Well, if you didn't dream then at least time passed pretty quickly, right?

[And another drink, before leaning back in his chair.]

So, what's scared the shit out of you, then?

network

[veilstrike]

[ There's definitely some relief on her face as she leans into the camera, fond and gentle. ]

Welcome back, lethallin. I missed you.

[samahl]

[He his happy to see she's still here, and that he can bring her some relief by being awake once more.]

I apologize if my disappearance caused you to worry.

[veilstrike]

I’m just glad to see you’ve returned to us.

[ She does stare at him a little, though. ]

How are you feeling?

private

[samahl]

[He switches over to private to talk about this.]

Admittedly, I don't like the idea that they can turn off my consciousness at a whim.

Nor that they can do the same to you or any of our fellow Thedosians.

private

[veilstrike]

No. It’s not something to be comfortable with.

[ She’d been worried about him, worried about the others... It isn’t right. She knows that. Breathing a sigh, she shakes her head. ]

When will you be done at the bar?

private forever

[samahl]

I not sure.

I am hoping that I won't go home alone.

Are you asking because you'd like to see me? [Becuase he might delay going to the bar to see her now if she'd like. Or plan something with her for the next day.]

[veilstrike]

I don’t think that’s something I can help with.

[ Even if she thought she was his type, she’s very in love with someone else. ]

I can visit tomorrow. It’s no trouble.

[samahl]

Well, perhaps when I'm looking for a purely platonic type of company?

Do you think that tomorrow we could visit the gardens again? I'd think that would help clear my head.

late late late

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian was aware that Cyril had been asleep- it would have been hard not to. It worried him, of course, but there was little that could be done until the elf was awake. When he hears the broadcast, he's delighted, albeit concerned. He's seen enough people fall into these comas, and witnessing Leilani's really drives home the fact that it's terrible. Instead of replying to his broadcast, Dorian simply dresses and heads to the Space Bar.

It isn't difficult to spot Cyril, and Maker, he looks stunning tonight. Dorian understands the need, he postures often enough to know when it's necessary. He slides into the empty seat next to the elf and orders whatever swill they have on tap. ]

A celebratory drink, I hope?

and yet worth the wait! <3

[samahl]

[Cyril looks over at Dorian and smiles. It's much more genuine than he had felt since he woke up.

Dorian looks good, but he always does, and Cyril takes a moment to be obvious about appreciating that.]

Yes of course. The return of my magnificent presence is something to celebrate isn't it?

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian laughs, leaning back as he does, before turning in his chair to really look at Cyril. ]

Maker, how has it been weeks since I've had the privilege of your egotism?

[ He likes that a great deal of men in the fleet have an abundance of it. Dorian says the word with such fondness, it's an admirable trait most of the time in his eyes. ]

[samahl]

I haven't the faintest. I'm sure it was dreadful.

[He replies with a teasing, playful tone.]

I'd say the lack of your presence was dreadful for me as well, but I'm afraid I don't remember anything from my little holiday. I'm sure I was simply miserable the entire time without you.

[fantachetic]

Absolutely so. [ Dorian beams and takes a sip of his ale. ]

I'm certain you were- anyone would be unfortunate having to miss my visage for more than a day. Truly, yours was the more regrettable existence, I believe.

[samahl]

I can't help but agree.

[He leans a little closer, smirking as he looks over Dorian.] I should make up for lost time and spend a while appreciating every inch of you.

[fantachetic]

I certainly wouldn't be opposed.

[ He rests his chin in his free hand, eyeing Cyril with delight. ]

I do so love being worshiped.

[samahl]

And I love worshipping you.

[He's going to ignore the way the words 'I love' made his heart flip-flop.]

We should find somewhere more private. Maybe after you have a chance to have a drink?