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[samahl]

Who: Cyril and OPEN. The idea here is that Cyril has slipped into isolated himself and people who have close CR, are part of his ship, or just happen to stumble across him can intervene. If you want a personalized starter, let me know!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Wonderduck to... whatever the name of the fusion ship is going to be. Wonderstruck? Starduck? Who knows!
When: Throughout the first half of this month, basically.


[ooc; this is in prose, but feel free to reply in action brackets if you like that better.]

It starts small. First, he ends the conversation with Dorian and feels so drained after that he thinks a nap might be in order. Then it turns into sleeping most of the day, and the day after that too. When he finally does wake, he doesn't really see the point in getting out of his room, at least until the thought occurs to him that he can get up to get some more wine.

'Some more wine' turns into a lot of wine, which turns into alcohol stronger than wine. He probably shouldn't spent several days utterly drunk, even that he's supposed to be a pilot, but they're at a system for now. He honestly can't seem to think of responsibility right now.

He had been responsible before, and it had left him one arm short and with foreign magic that was still in his body slowly killing him. What was even the point of doing anything while he was stuck out in the void of space?

So he kept drinking and sleeping and doing very little else. He hadn't even been stopping to redo his kohl, and his make up free face makes him look older.

He pretty much only leaves his room to get something more to drink, and then again later on in the month when the crew of his ship and another fuses, but otherwise he's not really anywhere to be seen publicly or on the network.

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[twosidedsword]

[ooc: You don't need to tag back unless you think Cyril would figure out it's him! Or if you want to tag back anyway. Shin-Ah just would have wanted to do something and this is the best he can do since he literally doesn't know Cyril! Enjoy.]

Toward the beginning of Shin-Ah's time on the Wonderduck, for the very short time that lasts until The Iron Bull helps him to transfer, he's noticed the sad person. He doesn't know why he's sad but he definitely is. But he also doesn't know who he is so he's tried to figure out what to do.

So during those couple of days he's on the ship, he explores the planet below until he finds something that he thinks might help. Or at least might give the person a chance to cuddle the thing.

Which means one day Cyril will find this outside his room just waiting for him. It's a little weird and he doesn't know what it's supposed to be but he's hoping that maybe something like that will help.

Somehow.

Shin-Ah doesn't know but it's the best he's got.

[bryces_pup]

They hadn't spoken in a bit, so Riona had sent him a message to say hello and see if he wanted to meet up. No response. She followed up a few days later, asking if he was busy and hey, no pressure if he didn't want to do anything! Just wanted to check in, is all. Still nothing.

And now she's worried.

Riona goes to seek him out on his ship. While she hates being pushy, this isn't like him to not respond. And she has a creeping sense of foreboding that she can't shake off. Eventually she finds one of his shipmates and they point her in the direction of his room. Riona stands in front of the door, trying to listen to see if she can hear anything. Faintly, there's the clinking sound of a bottle bumping against another one. She frowns. "Cyril?"

[samahl]

Cyril hears her at the door but doesn't respond until he hears her name. He hadn't expected her to actually come over, which he supposes was stupid on his part. Riona seems like the type who would do anything for her friends.

He pushes himself up then, to greet her. When he sees her his face is still very much without makeup and he grins in a half-lazy, very drunk sort of way.

"Hello Hero Queen Lady," he starts. "What can I do for you on this fine day?"

[bryces_pup]

Hoooly shit is he drunk. Riona can smell it on him, even from a few feet away. That in and of itself bodes poorly, and it begs the question of just what set off this drinking binge. "I wanted to see how you were doing," she says. "I hadn't heard from you in a bit. Is everything all right?"

[samahl]

"Oh yeah," Cyril replies, waving his hand dismissively. "Everything is great. You're great. I'm great. Space is great. It's all great."

[bryces_pup]

"Really." Riona gives him a suspicious look. "Then why are you so drunk? And haven't responded to messages?"

[samahl]

"Oh, you know, I need some time to lick my pride, soothe my wounds... or... however that saying goes," he waves his hand dismissively.

[bryces_pup]

"Lick your wounds is how I believe it goes." Riona tilts her head curiously, and more sorry furrows her brow. "You're hurting them. What happened? Who hurt you?"

[tallasaking]

"Cyril. Cyril.."

Tyrion pokes at the man who is passed out in the midst of buying more wine from him. He exhales, then inhales, then pokes him again.

"You know, this is a considerably impressive state of drunkenness. I am an expert, and I do not think I could achieve this in the short amount of time you have."

Another gentle poke to that so so pretty face.

"You really should know that a sleeping gorgeous person could get kidnapped and ill-used, yes? Well not from this bar, but still."

[samahl]

Cyril shifts and blinks at Tyrion before the words seem to process.

"Ill-used?" he asks, rubbing his face a bit as he speaks to try to clear his mind a bit. "Doesn't that imply a lack of consent? I nearly always consent to anything, Tyrion. You ask me right now, what I'd be willing to do with you and it's near limitless."

[tallasaking]

Tyrion stares at Cyril for a few moments, his mis-matched eyes widening slightly, before he shakes his head.

"It is quite clear to me now. We need to sober you up immediately. You have clearly gone to the wrong side of drunken debauchery."

[samahl]

"Is there such thing as the wrong side of debauchery?" Cyril asks curiously.

[tallasaking]

"Yes, it is the side where someone as beautiful as you hits on a dwarf with this - " And he gestures to the scarring, the bow legs, the mismatched eyes, then smirks, " - along with not being interested in taking a male lover in the slightest. You are Too Drunk, Cyril."

[samahl]

Cyril blows out air in a 'pppphhhft' kind of sound. "Only the last one matters to me, my friend. Even when drunk, I'd prefer someone willing. But dwarves....? You know on Thedas they have all of the best technology. I've been dying to get to know one properly."

[tallasaking]

Tyrion is just going to stare at him for another moment, then gesture to ALL of him again. Honestly, look at this. He has scars, Cyril. He's got a big one on the side of his nose. Magical healing and modern medicine have taken care of most of it but STILL.

"...well I am not a Thedas dwarf." He paused, then allowed himself a moment of smugness, "However I do have the best technology there is to offer."

[samahl]

"That's the part that really matters," Cyril points out. "That and how talented you are with your... talents." He glances over Tyrion's body, clearly not taking the gesture to mean anything that turns him off.

[tallasaking]

"Oh, well, I am quite talented with my talents. I have never gotten a complaint, even when I was late with my coin." He gave a little bow, before he paused, "...I am starting to see why people would be confused on which side of the blankets I lay upon."

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit. "Well, I'm just saying. You ever decide to experiment or that a mouth's a mouth no matter what, I'm here to help you. Until then, I'll try to be more careful with my flirting." A pause. "Even when I'm... incredibly drunk."

[tallasaking]

Tyrion took a moment to actually consider that, pursing his own lips as his mis-matched gaze flickered thoughtfully. "A mouth is a mouth - I have been in many whorehouses and I have never heard that particular argument. It is ... quite effective."

He thinks about it a little more, as he pours Cyril a glass of water, "Of course it doesn't seem fair. What if I do not use my mouth for your pleasure in turn?"

[samahl]

"Trust me, my friend. Swallowing every drop of your come would be more than enough pleasure for me."

Cyril takes the water though he keeps his focus on Tyrion. He's never been ashamed about being lewd, but something about his level of intoxicated makes the words all the more delicious to him.

"You know, I've worked hard to eliminate my gag reflex. You could fuck my mouth as viciously or as gently as you desire and I would love every moment of it."

[tallasaking]

Tyrion tips up an amused eyebrow - good Gods, Cyril is so drunk. He is going to get the man more water after this glass.

"Yes, but again, what are you getting out of that, Cyril? You should be with someone who wants to do all those things to you." He thinks about it. "Multiple times, in fact."

[samahl]

Cyril raises a brow. "And risk falling in love and hurting myself all over again? No thank you. At least with you, I'd know for sure it was all about using me with no complication."

He hadn't meant to be that honest. Maybe he was a little too drunk. He frowns at the glass of water as if it's at fault.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion tipped his chin sideways, before he huffed out a breath. "Love is a terrible risk, is it not?"

He sat down on his stool. "Sometimes I wish I had ever found out what love feels like."

[samahl]

"Now, that I can relate too," Cyril offers. He toasts to the sentiment too, though he knows it's water, and drinks.

"You're so full of wisdom today."

[tallasaking]

"I am often filled with wisdom, Cyril." He sniffed, with a smirk. "When I am not filled with wine."

He huffed softly, "However, that is no reason to not seek mutual pleasure, Cyril. I have learned a valuable lesson there too - at least sleep with someone who is not going to stab you repeatedly in the back. Metaphorically or otherwise."

[samahl]

Cyril shrugs. "That still sounds better than sleeping with someone who gives you hope that maybe you won't be alone forever."

He doesn't mean to make light of what Tyrion has been through, though, and seems to realize that he has after he says it. He winces. "Shit. Tyrion. I didn't mean that. Whoever that woman was, she made terrible choices. You have a fine back that is much better without stab wounds in it."

[tallasaking]

"Hmmmm ... honestly, it tends to be a mixed bag in my personal experience." Both hurt, emotionally and sometimes physically. Just in different, horrific ways.

"I have such a tiny back too ... I really can't fit any more stab wounds back there." He mused.

[samahl]

"Exactly," he says and he tilts his head a bit to check out Tyrion's back. "So let's both remain stab wound free."

[tallasaking]

He has broad shoulders and a tiny back, Cyril. Also a tiny adorable ass as well, so it's worth the look!

"I shall endeavor to remain so - but what if you change your mind?"

[samahl]

It was worth a look and Cyril is grinning as he moves back. "Change my mind and invite a stab to the back? I think that about covers how I lost my arm."

for Felix Harrowgate

[samahl]

Cyril has to leave to buy more wine, and that's more than a little annoying all own its own. He thinks for a moment that he might stop and put his face together, but instead, he just puts on a hood and heads to Malum. He thinks he'll just be in and out, but he has to wait for them to gather what he wants.

He looks around then, and notices Felix. A bit of a distraction never hurt anyone. "Well hello you," he says. "How has this new world been treating you?" He is definitely still drunk, and his words slur just a bit as he draws out the sounds.

[lord_wizard]

He's mildly surprised to see Cyril on this side of the hall, knowing that he tended to favor the Space Bar as most of the other from Thedas did. He couldn't blame them for seeking out anything familiar, at it wasn't as if he though Crowley honestly wanted the work that more patrons would bring.

"Cyril..." he replies, his surprise quickly turning into a curious kind of suspicion, once he registers the slur in the elf's voice and the obvious reek of alcohol "...a pleasure to see you. I find our newest port of call rather dull. Good for cheap components for our ship but dull in terms of nightlife. I suspect you agree."

[samahl]

"Oh, I haven't even gone planetside," Cyril replies and waves his hand in a dismissive kind of way. "You'll have to tell me all about it." He leans forward a bit and looks at Felix with a grin on his face. "Plus, if you did I'd get to listen to you speak and that's always a joy." It's a clumsy flirt, but he doesn't seem to notice in his current state.

[lord_wizard]

Felix does notice, of course. Even if he weren't looking for it, part of him will always be trained to. It gives him a muddled emotion, in that while Cyril is charming and attractive and everything he could want, the elf is also clearing heavily inebriated. He can't help but answer with a small smile, however, weak even to clumsy flattery.

"Hmmm. That is true. And you've proven to be an excellent listener in the past. Though truth be told there isn't much to offer anyone looking for culture. Bargains are plentiful, but only if you want second-rate junk. I don't find the rest of the planet especially picturesque either, but I suppose that depends on how you feel about deserts. I think once I find what I need, I'll be staying up here for the duration."

He rests an elbow upon the bar and rests his chin in his hand, giving Cyril a rather long and curious look.

"So what is it that's keeping you space-bound, as it were?"

[samahl]

Cyril has had enough deserts to last his lifetime, so now he's pretty sure nothing will get him to leave the ship.

"It's easier to get drunk and stay in my room if I stay where my room is," Cyril points out, as if that answers the inquiry.

He doesn't really want to discuss why he'd rather stay in his room and get drunk. He's never really one to be comfortable talking about his emotions, and this is such an emotional topic he isn't sure that he could even approach it without wanting to puke.

[lord_wizard]

While he isn't always best with the feelings of others, it doesn't escape Felix that day drinking to this degree must be the symptom of some other kind of of trouble, the nature of which he can hardly guess. The people of Thedas seemed ripe for conflict, it seemed. Though he'd hardly been better, when he'd had friends from home nearby.

"I could point out that your room isn't on this ship," he says, smiling coyly in his own lightly flirtatious way, "but I imagine the wine selection here is much better."

[samahl]

"It really is!" Cyril agrees, grinning a bit. "I was thinking of taking some of it back with me.

That, and, in my room if I want to admire a handsome man, I have to look in the mirror and doing that right now just makes me grossed out. I really shouldn't let my cover up go."

[lord_wizard]

"I think you look perfectly fine," Felix says, and there's more than just a trace of honesty in the flattery, his smile softening just a little. It's not as if someone looking older has ever bothered him, and older lovers were more the rule than the exception, if only by happenstance.

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit and grins at Felix. "Oh, well, thank you," he admits. "I shall hope that everyone else feels the same. Elsewise, I'm afraid they'll be judging me."

[lord_wizard]

"Ah, well..." Felix says, his smile turning a bit rueful as he reached for his glass of wine, "...in my experience people are always judging you in one way or another, but it isn't always poorly. And if it is, then it's likely a reflection of their own character, and not your worth."

This of course has nothing to do with the judgments made for his actions, which he was often judged rightfully for. Perhaps that went without saying.

[samahl]

Cyril grinned, the smile a little lopsided. "Hm-mm, that's a good point. So, to the Void with all of those people then?"