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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Hot Tub

[renanssanceman]

[ He'd been expecting company at the tub, given that nearly every location here seems to have at least one or two other individuals lingering around, so he offers a warm smile as he stops just before stepping in. A single towel wrapped around his waist is apparently all he's deigned to wear, the way he's more used to approaching something that resembles a hot spring. ]

Yes, I've found it quite enjoyable for sore muscles at a day's end.

[swinish]

[ Trevor returns the smile easy, already in a happy and good mood from the wonders of modern comforts. He makes some room for the other inside the tub, the water shifting ever so slightly before settling to accommodate their frames. ]

Never had the luxury, I'm afraid.

[ Most inns charge for their baths, and a lot of the time he has no coin to get a bed for the night so this is a rare thing for him. It shows on his face, at the very least. ]

Usually I try and sleep off any aches and creaks in the back of a wagon.

[renanssanceman]

[ He slips into the bath comfortably beside Trevor, closing his eyes briefly to really enjoy the feeling of sinking into the hot water before opening them again to focus on his bathing partner, and hopefully conversational partner. ]

I rather imagine that the back of a wagon would add to the aches, not reduce them.

[swinish]

[ He chortles quietly, rubs at the bottom of his nose with a finger because, yeah. It never really helps one way or another, with either his aches or his pains. But he replies with a light, almost cheeky, sort of tone - ]

Hay helps. Maybe a blanket or two on top, and it's not so bad. Almost like sleeping in the house, really.

[renanssanceman]

[ There's a hot moment where Dohalim looks in disbelief at Trevor, but then the tone registers after a few beats and he has to laugh in spite of himself. ]

I see. It sounds like an experience I may have to try for myself someday, if it works out the tension so well.

[swinish]

[ A laugh.. At his joke?? Well, color Trevor a comedic genius because he sure decides to revel in that for a bit - who knew a bit of modern day socialization would curb his prickly attitude this much? His lips spread slightly, a smile that's more relaxed after Dohalim plays along. ]

You could probably replicate it here. There's no wagon but we do have a yard.

[renanssanceman]

The sensation of bouncing along a road on wooden plants sounds a difficult one to replicate without some sort of wagon.

[ There's definitely a seriousness to his tone that's also partly in jest. Serious jokes only here. ]

Perhaps a wheelbarrow, though I don't believe I would fit in one well.