☠Thirteenth Reel: Charity Event! [OPEN]

[redcinemareel]

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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[redcinemareel]

[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~!

[thatched]

[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?

[redcinemareel]

[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.]

[om_nom_namur]

[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...

[thatched]

[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]

[om_nom_namur]

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.]

[thatched]

[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?