☠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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[fierybluebird]

[Marco will not leave.]

[Marco will cuddle you forever instead, and phoenix glare away anyone who dares threaten the emotional integrity and safety of his bestest baby shark bro.]

[om_nom_namur]

[After a few minutes Namur begins to wake up, the world hitting his senses with electric vibrancy. Touch glows, colors smell, smells ring in his ears. Everything is confusing and brilliant and he wants to be a part of it all. Needs it all to engulf him. Awakened haki only makes it that much more Alive.

He gasps, takes a few steadying breaths, then sits up slowly, trying to make sense of anything. He feels tugged in hundreds of directions, toward others backstage, toward those in the crowd. He wants to dive in. His brows furrow.]

The hell's goin' on? Someone gut me while I's sleepin'?

[fierybluebird]

Aye.

[You have a bird bro resting his (human now) chin on your hair.]

Revenge for the terrible singing, yoi.

[om_nom_namur]

Damn it, Marco!

[The still rational part of him feels betrayed. His brothers know he hates what it does to him. It's a breach of trust. But his skin has begun tingling, especially the bits directly exposed to his brother's, and it feels so good. He can't even be mad, though a weird weariness is edging in. Namur moves his head a little to the side, rubbing his ear and the side of his forehead along the stubble of Marco's jaw, feeling his brother's Life buzz against his skin.

He needs more.

Namur lifts his hand and finds Marco's neck, then draws his fingers up along the back of his brother's head. Yeah, shit, he'll just make out with the slug for brains right here in front of everybody. Damn it.]

'M so pissed at y' right now.

[Pretty sure nuzzling in against Marco's chin and sighing happily pretty much takes any of the venom out of his words though. Shit.]

[fierybluebird]

That's okay yoi.

[Switches to bird mode for the nuzzles and snuggles, but then back again to keep talking.]

You ruined my eardrums. I'm going to have off-key droning stuck in my head for months. [Deadpan exaggeration.]

[om_nom_namur]

[No, don't turn into a bird, birdbrain, there's less to touch that way, though the feathery blue flames threaten to take his breath away.]

Then jus' make me listen t' somethin' horrible, shit!

[Namur manages to tear himself away, just barely, long enough to lean forward and takes a few deep breaths. But the pull is too strong, his senses are still swimming and his heart is racing. Without realizing he's moving until he's already moved, Namur turns and wraps his arms around Marco, chest to chest, and bunts the side of his face against him again.]

Least put me where people ain't gonna get shitty ideas 'bout tryin' it theirselves, dumbass.

[fierybluebird]

[YEAAAAAAAY!]

[BIRD SHARK BRO HUGS AND SNUGGLES FOREVER.]

[Yeah Marco will totally get on that moving you thing.]

[Right after he gets his fill of snuggles.]

[Spoilers: He's never full.]

[GIVE HIM YOUR LOVE AND CUDDLES.]

[Marco mumbles something in chirps, but you know, fat lot of good that does.]

[BUT THEN he takes Namur up on the first part.]

[And sings phoenix lullabyes to him.]

[You're welcome.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Lord of the Sea don't honk that jazzy shit at him and make a bigger spectacle damn it. This is a thing he can't help and you, his brother, are not helping.

It sounds nice though, and Namur starts kind of cuddling to the beat of it. Because it's also amazing. He needs it everywhere. Oh his shoulders and his back and his fin, at least. Stupid clothes get in the way, especially these ones, thick and heavy with clinking beads. This is not a thing he would wear, who put him in it? Ah, who cares? It's coming off.

Spoilers: it's also a one piece jumpsuit so please Marco, for the love, stop him. Don't stop him. No, seriously, please bro. Help.]

[fierybluebird]

[Wow.]

[You are going to hate yourself in the morning.]

[And more importantly, hate Marco.]

[Time to get you home you feverish little fish.]

[Marco switches back, laughs quietly so Namur won't worry, and does his best to steer him.]

What I wouldn't give to be more Jozu's size sometimes, eh?

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur lets himself be steered to a point. It's more like he just starts circling around in a crouch, rubbing his sides and his fin against Marco like an attention starved cat. He chuckles.]

That's what she said.

[Er, no wait that doesn't work. Ehhhh oh well.]