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estoria2015-02-14 07:36 pm
sisconning) wrote in estoria2015-02-14 07:36 pm
Entry tags:
OPEN
Who: [OPEN] Nesso (sisconning) & ANYONE -- multiple options
(One prompt closed to Elza (lionly)
When: Sometime around today (IC: December 18th...ish)
Where: Around the pleasure district
What: Nessothe cage dancer works hard for the money, okay? Even if a proper knight can't help but be a little mortified hanging around the pleasure district
Rating/Warning: Body glitter. Oontz oontz oontz.
[Option 1: In the Club]
[It's not that Nesso really enjoys his job. In fact, he's only now starting to get over what can only be called stage fright. Give him a sword, give him an enemy, he'll manage it without batting an eye. But dancing? In front of people? Wearing very little save hot pants and body glitter?
Mortifying. But it pays the bills, and his little family here is important. So he does it.
Now he's waiting for his stage call, sitting back and nursing a beer, robe drawn loose about him and making his attire at least a bit more decent. Or at least a bit less indecent. It's with a heavy sigh that he glances to the side,] This really is a normal place for people to come, in the modern world? [Feel free to discuss the merits of exotic dancing with Nesso. Unless you're a familiar face. Then he's just going to stare and blush mortified.]
[Option 2: On the outskirts of the pleasure district]
[Nesso makes his way out of the more scandalous district quickly as he can, but just within it, he's realized something fairly crucial is missing.
A frantic patdown of his coat and pants and pockets and he begins turning in quick circles.] Ah... where is it? It's not...
[Any passersby will be stopped with an apologetic,] Have you seen a keycard? I know I just had it. [No his keys his money this isn't good.]
[Option 3: Closed to Elza]
[Another night of work is finished, and with a fully relieved slump of his shoulders Nesso makes his way off of his little platform, done with dancing. He's ready to shower, rinse away the glitter and the sweat and make his way back home to make sure that Elza and Zara and Mary are doing well.
His mind is already running over it -- and the few errands he thinks he ought to do on the way (they're out of bread, he thinks) -- so he's distracted enough that he very nearly bowls straight into the man in front of him. But he stops just short, starting on an apology before the identity of who he's encountered strikes him.
Oh. Oh no. Nonono. Not good. This is his biggest kept secret ever. Okay? EVER.] E-Elza?! [He's blushing a shade redder than even his hair and wondering if this is perhaps a nightmare. It feels like one.]
sisconning) & ANYONE -- multiple options(One prompt closed to Elza (
lionly)When: Sometime around today (IC: December 18th...ish)
Where: Around the pleasure district
What: Nesso
Rating/Warning: Body glitter. Oontz oontz oontz.
[Option 1: In the Club]
[It's not that Nesso really enjoys his job. In fact, he's only now starting to get over what can only be called stage fright. Give him a sword, give him an enemy, he'll manage it without batting an eye. But dancing? In front of people? Wearing very little save hot pants and body glitter?
Mortifying. But it pays the bills, and his little family here is important. So he does it.
Now he's waiting for his stage call, sitting back and nursing a beer, robe drawn loose about him and making his attire at least a bit more decent. Or at least a bit less indecent. It's with a heavy sigh that he glances to the side,] This really is a normal place for people to come, in the modern world? [Feel free to discuss the merits of exotic dancing with Nesso. Unless you're a familiar face. Then he's just going to stare and blush mortified.]
[Option 2: On the outskirts of the pleasure district]
[Nesso makes his way out of the more scandalous district quickly as he can, but just within it, he's realized something fairly crucial is missing.
A frantic patdown of his coat and pants and pockets and he begins turning in quick circles.] Ah... where is it? It's not...
[Any passersby will be stopped with an apologetic,] Have you seen a keycard? I know I just had it. [No his keys his money this isn't good.]
[Option 3: Closed to Elza]
[Another night of work is finished, and with a fully relieved slump of his shoulders Nesso makes his way off of his little platform, done with dancing. He's ready to shower, rinse away the glitter and the sweat and make his way back home to make sure that Elza and Zara and Mary are doing well.
His mind is already running over it -- and the few errands he thinks he ought to do on the way (they're out of bread, he thinks) -- so he's distracted enough that he very nearly bowls straight into the man in front of him. But he stops just short, starting on an apology before the identity of who he's encountered strikes him.
Oh. Oh no. Nonono. Not good. This is his biggest kept secret ever. Okay? EVER.] E-Elza?! [He's blushing a shade redder than even his hair and wondering if this is perhaps a nightmare. It feels like one.]
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