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☠Thirteenth Reel: Charity Event! [OPEN]

Who: Everyone and Anyone!
When: IC: 3/08/OOC: 9/16 & 9/17
Where: Various places, please look inside for event details!
What: A charity event to raise money to rebuild Cerealia!
Rating/Warning: Silliness, Embarrassment, Violence…if anything needs a higher rating, then please label your comments as such!

Today is the big day to put your mouth where your money is! Or something like that. Welcome to the first ever (??) Charity Event! Remember that it isn’t about winning, it’s about making the world you’re in now a better place until you leave!

Signups are still a thing, so hop on in! Spectators are welcomed! Voting for events will be hosted in this post, where comments will be screened.

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[Don't bother, he reserves the right to burn it when he's feeling better.]

[Namur turns his head so they don't smack directly into his face, but he accepts the offering with open arms, then points to where he can feel her presence in the crowd and winks.]

Love y' too, Sis!

[Ugh, he feels like he's swimming through sludge, though.]

Workin' hard to get my fill
Ever'body wants a thrill
[Already far beyond the line of anything resembling cool or remotely tasteful, Namur turns his back to the audience and waggles his ass, then spins to face them again. It takes more effort that it should.]
Payin' anythin' t' roll the dice
Just one more time

Some'll win, some'll lose
Some're born t' sing the blues
Oh this shitty song never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

[At least he's coming from a place of truth, even if his mind is starting to feel like he's been sucked into a maelstrom and everything is spinning. Did he Junction Ifrit at some point? Why the hell is it so damn hot all of the sudden?]

Strangers, waitin'
Hidden down the boulevard
There's shadows huntin' in the night

Ceres people
Livin' jus' t' find a way home
Hidin' somewhere in the night!

Don't stop believin'!
Hold on t' that feelin'!
Ceres people whoa ohh ohhh!

[The rest of the song finishes much the same, with Namur gripping the mic stand like it's the only thing holding him up. No matter the jeers or the catcalls, he's going to stay on stage until the very end, when he's good and ready, summoning some last bit of strength to pick up the mic stand and chuck it into the crowd as he turns and tries to stalk off the stage. It looks more like a drunken stumble, and he crashes hard against a wall backstage, sliding down to his knees to try and catch his breath.]

[What a showoff. At least he's going out on a bright note. Or a bad one. Whichever.

She does follow after him when he stumbles off the stage. She wonders if he was working on a hangover from earlier. Seeing him in such a state once she finds him is a little alarming.]

What's wrong with you? [Grell walks over, not offering to help just yet and keeping a safe distance in case he decides to vomit all over her feet.]

[Namur shakes his head, but that was definitely the wrong move. He's not about to hurl or anything but when that constant tug toward what counts for north decides to spiral around his head it makes him a little unsure about his place in the world. As in, whether or not it's going to bother taking him with it or if it's just going to keep flipping around. He opens his eyes and fixates on the floor in front of him. It isn't moving. The wall also is not moving. Everything is steady and firmly placed. Breathe.]

Bastard Murderbot done some crazyass shit t' my code or somethin'. 'S all in my head maybe. 'M fine. Need a swim. 'S all.

[He rubs his hand over the back of his head, and tries to smile. It looks weak and pathetic, actually.]

Murderbot? [She had no idea what he was talking about, and wanted to know more. So she offers a hand to him, if he wants to get some help with finding water.] I doubt it all in your head.

[He looks pretty awful, and seeing him like this is is a bit pitiful.]

You may also need a bit more than water.

Yeah, one that killed the girl? Deleted her or what the hell ever?

[Namur takes her hand quickly this time, then takes a few deep breaths to ready himself for the change in altitude when he stands up. If he knows his vision's going to swim, he can ground himself better against it. He pulls at her for a moment, getting himself moving upward, then pushes himself the rest of the way, using Grell's hand as an anchor. He lets go quickly and stumbles back to the wall, pressing his hands against it. For whatever reason, he starts grinning, fiercely, and looks over his shoulder at her.]

Hacked a computer after y' died. Sheheheheh!

[Namur may be big and burly, but Grell could handle his weight and acts as an anchor well for him.]

You hacked a computer? [Excuse her as she laughs at the absurdity of that phrase.] How ridiculous! You can barely keep your passwords straight!

[It's safe to say that she doesn't believe you, Namur.]

And what exactly did you use, hmm~?

[He laughs too.]

Shittyass passwords!

[In spite of his exhaustion, he giggles almost manically.]

Pissed the damn system off so much it sent ol' Screwloose t' get rid a me.

[And then he sobers.]

Told me what I wanted t' know, though, so that counts for somethin'. Said she's deleted, ain't no trace a her nowhere no how, 's what that 'nonymous message said. But they's wrong. CERES still knows 'bout her somewhere. There's an AI that knows, there's a database too. Jus' don't know who t' tell 'bout it.

[Since Grell is so sturdy, Namur pitches toward her, dropping a long arm on her shoulder and pressing his weight against it.]

Weren't kiddin' 'bout that swim though. Head's riotin' somethin' fierce since I woke up from bein' disappeared.

[Don't say she never cared! But he's also pretty sweaty. Does he sweat?

Okay, now that he's being abusive of her kindness, Grell makes sure not to get them both toppled to the floor.]

They may have just wiped any trace of her, and stored her somewhere else, hidden from us. [Which would explain why they couldn't find her. Perhaps Hermes may know a way.] I'll see whom I can ask.

As for that swim, the best place my be your own bathtub. [She looks up to him with a smirk.] Do you want to walk there or take a shortcut?

[He only sweats when he has Ifrit Junctioned for too long or he's under a lot of duress. Compared to a human? Hardly ever. It interferes with electroreception. Buuut this scenario does count as duress. Sorry Grell. He's probably top rank.]

Ain't much of a swim but yer probly right. If yer up for the sinkin' shortcut, by all means.

[He still sounds winded.]

Gotta get outta this shit.

[And he starts pulling at the open collar of the suit. It would definitely be a good time to get him out of public spaces, yes.]

H-Hey! Keep your clothes on! They isn't the pleasure district!

[Plus, he's gotta try and contain all that rank inside those clothes, okay?!

She grabs hold of the hand about her shoulder and shifts out of sight with him. Remember that trip they took in Thatch's car when she tried to save them in the garage? It's happening again. The world around them twists, the ground hard to pinpoint, and colors start to blur before the familiar setting of Namur's apartment, specifically his bathroom, appears around them.

If he's going to get sick, it may as well be in his own place.]

I'll start the bath for you. [He can let go of her at any time, though.]

[HAHA the world's been doing that sort of shit to him for like a week now, so he's used to it.

Sort of.

Okay it's still a little terrifying BUT HEY at least he's learning to not flip his shit about it.]

Thanks.

[The thing is, there wasn't any danger of public nudity because he can't figure out how to get out of the thing he is wearing. He isn't even entirely sure how he got it on in the first place. It's not like there are any buttons or zippers. There's a belt he can get off but...

????]

Damn it. 'S what I get for lettin' Thatch decide what I wear.

[She gets the tub to start filling with water. It's lukewarm instead of freezing cold. Seeing him struggle with his jumpsuit is enough to get a snicker from her. Don't expect a helping hand with that.]

If he isn't willing to get you out of it, then he shouldn't have put you in it. You should get him to assist you, at the least.

Seen 'im at the concert?

[Aka: Namur would gladly ask his brother for help if he had any idea where his brother was.]

I didn't, no, but that wouldn't prevent him from being brought here.

[Meaning she could just yank him here, too.]

[Thatch had been ~~looming~~ lurking in the back, but had left when his garter broke and had spent time trying to fix it in the narrow bathroom while Namur caterwhaled. He is just stepping out of that bathroom ready to once again meet his adoring public if you would care to nab him]

[Thatch why are you wearing a garter?]

[Namur, in a bathroom far away, is still having issues with his jumpsuit. It keeps getting stuck on his fin. Also he hasn't taken off the cape, which may be only aggravating the issue. He is also way, waaaay too tired to deal with this shit.]

Well if yer in a findin' mood by all means I ain't gonna stop y'.

[He leans his hands forward, propping himself against the sink, half ready to just go sit in the damn bathtub anyway, clothes and all. They're already smeared with tomato, it's not like a little water's going to do anything.]

[~~Is he only wearing a garter belt??~~

She'll never truly understand Thatch. Oh well. It keeps things interesting between them, at least.

There is a salute before she disappears from sight, only to appear in front of Thatch. He probably wasn't expecting her to just...pop up like that.]

Your presence is requested~!

[not just a garterbelt! Have some sense woman! What kind of Jessica Rabbit drag would he be if it was just a garterbelt?

He does jump a mile at the sudden appearance of Grell and reaches for his swords which aren't there on impulse, but then grins]

Isn't it always, darling?

Anyway, what do you think? Is my lipstick on straight?

[Ah~! Grell...is a little disturbed by what she sees. Mostly because it really suits him. He's been hiding that body all this time...

She circles around him to look at the costume better, giving him a sharp spank on his backside.]

You clean up well~! A shame it will be for nought.

[She grabs his hand and takes him to where she came from: Namur's bathroom. Hopefully Namur isn't in the tub with all his clothes on. But somehow Grell doubts that he bothered waiting.]

[Namur is still determinedly trying to get the damn thing off and failing miserably. The cape is now, somehow, wound around his neck. He's got one shoulder clear, but his arms are behind his back, one hand tugging on the other sleeve, his back arched painfully as he tries to get it to slip down over his fin, which is determinedly holding the whole thing in place. When he smells Grell and Thatch in the room he stops struggling, letting his arms whip forward so he can prop himself up on his elbows against the counter. The way he acts, he just as well have come from the fight of his life.]

Somethin's wrong with me...

[The smack makes him jump and give a little yelp. What? It was unexpected.

And then the transportation... Give Thatch a moment as he checks his hair to make sure everything made it through okay]

Well at least someone will enjoy the show.

[mumbled because he's a bit...disoriented by the sudden change-- though chuckles at Namur]

What the hell did you get up to, my fishy friend? [approaches and tries to untangle Namur's bulk from the cape]

Jus' tryna get outta this shit.

[And things got worse from there. He holds still, though, letting Thatch do what he needs in order to get him untangled. The air is filling with steam and it feels kind of nice on his gills.]

[Thatch patiently helps Namur out of his predicament, unwinding here, tugging there, chuckling lightly]

You're a mess. But did you have a good night, brother mine?

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