Week 1 Mingle;

[omnivoracious]

❤ Week 1 Mingle

Welcome to a new week, lovebirds! Monday dawns gray and misty, and it's actually not long before a thunderstorm rolls in! You can, of course, kiss dramatically in the yard in the rain and risk getting struck by lightning-- or you can stay inside, cuddle in the conversation pit, USE THE GODDAMN BOOM BOOM ROOM or do anything else until the storm blows over by the evening! Don't worry, the rest of the week will be bright and sunny and beautiful!

There's also a new section of the house, weirdly enough! There's a bright turquoise door located near the bedroom and opening it leads to... a massive indoor pool. The water is a pleasant temperature, there's a hot tub, there's an assortment of flotation devices for those of you who might have trouble swimming (tubes, life vests, boogie boards, pool noodles that can also be used to wage Deadly Combat if you are Sara and Kasque or Jeritza or anyone else ready for Violence). And if you somehow didn't pack a swimsuit because why on earth would your canon let you have one--

Worry not!! There's a rack of swimsuits in every size you lot could need! The catch (or not): they're all sexy. Like. Barely there sexy. Impossibly adhering to you sexy. Shoelaces would maybe cover more sexy. Absolutely great to play Chicken Fight in sexy. You get the idea.

Anything having to do with being able to write is still also Not Present.

Enjoy!!!

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[darkinstructor]

...No.

Not these.

[ It's too bad they can't all be burnt. ]

These are far too...inappropriate.

[ The amount of disgust and vague hint of confusion may be enough to hint that no, these things do not exist in his home. ]

[aldaft]

[He hears it, and he can't blame Jeritza for feeling that way. The swimsuit is so small. How much can it truly cover?]

They must be considered appropriate by others elsewhere when there are so many of them here . . . But it doesn't sound as though that applies to our respective homelands.

[His head lifts in realization.]

Whence do you come, Jeritza?

[darkinstructor]

[ Not enough as far as Jeritza is concerned. It can perhaps at best be utilized as a rather distracting projectile to toss at an enemy, making them blind to anything else temporarily on the battlefield. ]

Imperial Year 1186. And yourself? You had mentioned such things do not exist where you're from, after all.

[aldaft]

[1186 . . . It's an unfamiliar number when attached to those words.]

Orsterra does not count its years as such. While I wasn't sure earlier, I am now certain that we hail from entirely different lands.

[darkinstructor]

[ Jeritza can't find himself surprised, considering what he recalls of at least two conversations he has shared here. ]

Hm...I suppose being from different lands does lend itself to more variety.

[aldaft]

Indeed, and it leaves me curious as to what yours is like.

[His curiosity shines in his eyes as he looks at Jeritza. Please, do share.]

Do you hail from an empire?

[darkinstructor]

[ He'll nod, not minding sharing that much with Cyrus, and he'll even add: ]

The Adrestian Empire.

As of right now there are many lands under its rule... the most it has had in years due to the end result of a war.

[aldaft]

[The recency of a war aligns with everything he's learned about Jeritza so far.]

You say the war has ended, but does conflict yet remain?

[darkinstructor]

That it does.

There are still enemies who lie in the shadows...

[ Enemies that Jeritza will be sent at some point. ]

Such is the nature of things.

[aldaft]

[He nods.]

Indeed.

History tells us that the absorption of one land by another is not oft the end of their strife . . . After all, a nation is nothing without its people. Pray be safe upon your return, my friend.

[darkinstructor]

We will see.

[ He has no idea what he will do in the real aftermath, should he truly survive it. ]