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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.]

Comments

[samahl]

Then we better find the right kind of people.

[theirondragon]

You know, one of these days, I ought to put together some kind of form.

[samahl]

'One of these days' like... hmmm... Tomorrow?

[He doesn't mean it, it's a joke more than anything, but there is a part of him that knows if Bull said 'alright tomorrow then!' he'd be willing to do it too.]

[theirondragon]

[He laughs.]

Sure, maybe. Got any input on it?

[samahl]

Are we assuming that it's me, you, and someone else? Or am I just making suggestions based on what I think you'll like?

[theirondragon]

[He rubs at the stubble on his chin before responding.]

What I like's pretty consistent, but I'm flexible...so I guess it's more about them.

[samahl]

[He quiet as he considers this seriously, perhaps more seriously than he should.]

I admit I'm a little curious about my female counterpart. If we were hypothetically going to set up a threesome to see if I can enjoy the fairer sex, then I'd want to see if she were up for it.

Hypothetically.

If it were a threesome with the sex I already know I enjoy, then you and Dorian, hands down. Well... hand down? [He jokes, moving the fingers of his fake arm.]

[theirondragon]

Well, yeah, obviously. Being up for it's important.

[He pauses at the latter, though.]

Dorian specifically, huh? [And that gets a chuckle.] I've got to admit, he's fun to tire out.

[samahl]

He's fun in basically every way.

[theirondragon]

Pretty much, yeah.

[He raises an eyebrow, though.]

You spend a lot of time with Dorian, huh?

[samahl]

Yes.

Both Leilani and I consider Dorian one of our friends. I think the only person we seem to disagree about is Sera.

[theirondragon]

[He laughs.]

Sera loves Dorian. She's just as much of a shit as he is about it.

[samahl]

And there is a reason I adore both of them, too.

[theirondragon]

It's hard not to.