Trying to give a damn. Damn not found.

[umgekehrt]

Who: Stildyne, The Marquis, Prefect, Castiel - drop me a line if I'm missing you and we had plans
What: All out of damn to give on Risa
When/where: Through port
Warnings: Way too much Stildyne. Prostitution (SciFi brand functional-fun-consensual flavor / no onscreen sex)

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The Beach - Marquis or Prefect

[umgekehrt]

Stildyne couldn't swim. He'd never been around a large body of water as a child, and on a Fleet station or ship nobody would be wasteful enough to drop a big mess of the stuff in a hole so that people could swim in it, not when weight was precious and water was needful.

He'd discovered a middling talent for floating, though, and once rubbed with a chemical burn-preventative and being outfitted with a pair of trunks he'd spent near an hour in the shallows of the bay, lazing on his back and occasionally casting a suspicious eye towards shore to make sure it wasn't wandering off.

Then he'd proceeded to try lazing on his back on land, near enough the shade of a broad umbrella that he could move if he needed, but his Fleetman-pale body seemed to be reflecting the sun's rays as well as a polarized heatshield so far, and what radiant heat was taking root was comfortabe.

[buywithme]

Prefect had a loose sun-bag slung over his shoulder, with an extra large towel poking out of it, so he could erect a fabric barrier between himself and the sand. He was dressed for the beach, like someone who learned about the beach from magazines might dress. He had a set of sunglasses propped on top of his head, short swimming trunks with flowers on them (which had clearly never felt the touch of water) and a navy blue sarong, patterned with swirls and flowers wrapped around his waist.

Prefect wasn't sure how he felt about bare feet and sand. It certainly wasn't as bad as bare feet on mud or swimming in open water, but he still wasn't exactly keen on it, which was why when he padded carefully across the sand towards Stildyne, it was with feet safely protected by a set of plastic flip flops.

The one thing he hadn't remembered to put on was suntan lotion, but that was an error to be figured out when peeling layers of burned skin off himself in a few days time.

"Good day, Comrade." He called, lifting a hand to wave at Stildyne as he approached "You look very relaxed!"

[umgekehrt]

Stildyne cracked a lazy eye. "I'm actually trying my hand at analysis. Doing a comparison in the buoyancy of sand and water. Hard at work."

A shadow fell across him from the other direction, an androgynous, saronged waiter-- which sarong covered both chest and upper legs--carrying a drink. Stildyne tipped and took the frozen concoction.

"Testing apparatus," he said. "Want some?"

[buywithme]

Prefect pulled his towel from his bag, and carefully unfurled it across the sand beside Stildyne, casting a curious glance towards the waiter, sarong, drink, and all.

"Uh, yes please, Comrade. What kind of drink is it?"

He's betting (and hoping) that it's alcoholic, but he wants to try some either way.

[umgekehrt]

"Blended Risan Sunset over the Bay," he said. "Which means by my estimation a lot of fruit and ice and something fermented from sugar. Another for my friend? Thanks much."

He shifted slightly, grinding his shoulder blades into the sand beneath him, hollowing out a perfectly Stildyne-shaped niche.

"What've you been up to?"

[buywithme]

Prefect sat cross legged on his towel, watching the androgynous waiter sashay off towards the bar. That was a nice sarong they were wearing...

"Not really anything, Comrade. I've mostly been wandering around on my own. I drank something a little like coffee in a cafe on my own, and I met a nice lady who wanted to sell me this sarong." His eyes swiveled back to Stildyne and the drink, "How about you, Comrade? A lot of scientific experimentation?"

Testing the way a body can tan while resting, testing what kind of drink best quenches thirst on Risa... etc etc

Re: The Beach - Marquis or Prefect

[impure_tale]

Renate came on the scene well before her master, a black blur of motion and excitement. She skidded to a stop before a familiar friend, sand kicking up in waves as she barked, dancing from foot to foot, tail swishing in the air.

And of course, since Stildyne's face was at a reachable level this also seemed the perfect time for "hello" kisses.

The Marquis caught up moments later, the sand hindering his approach some as it seemed to cling to every step he made. His hair was a mess of dull brown curls, kissed with a more brilliant gold than is common thanks to the time he's spent unable to avoid the sun's rays. He is not dressed so formally, his slacks and shirt made of light linens to allow him to breathe.

He clearly has not come to swim.

Re: The Beach - Marquis or Prefect

[umgekehrt]

"Blah! Pflahg. Plfft. Off, you," Stildyne sputtered, pushing Renate's long muzzle away.

"Rein in your hound, reckless young lovely. Assaulting folk on the beach. Shocking," he teased.

Re: The Beach - Marquis or Prefect

[impure_tale]

"Hound, indeed." The Marquis settled in the shade, the sand beneath the blanket cradling his body quite comfortably despite the immense heat he could feel radiating up from underneath. He took hold of a discus that he had brought along, and Renate immediately abandoned her prey for a new target. He sent it zipping away from them, and she gladly gave chase.

"I don't suppose you've seen my Inmate," he mused.

He had his item on him. He was honestly just too lazy to check.

Re: The Beach - Marquis or Prefect

[umgekehrt]

"I have, in point of fact, walking with Ms. Maximoff. Wearing a piece of swimwear that would about make one glove, considering the lack of fabric involved. He may be a mad dog, but the man looks good wet," Stildyne said, cheerfully outlaying this gossip.

"No idea where he is now. You don't have to run off, do you?"

NOPE STEALING THIS NOW

[scentbombed]

Angua could swim a little -- mostly just, no pun intended, dog-paddling -- but she'd quickly discovered that wasn't what the beach was meant to be for. Apparently, it was actually for wearing very little clothing, baking in the sun, and then finding the drinks bar and getting soused.

Well, damn it all, she'd earned a vacation.

The tiny and impractical clothes were not especially hard to find, and some nice young man had generously given her his "sunscreen" and offered to apply it for her, and then gone very far away when she thanked him and smiled with all her teeth. The drinks were equally locatable, and she'd been busily applying herself to sampling each one in turn, even though they had fruit and umbrellas and all in them and that was a bad idea.

She was having trouble remembering why, though, and was now taking herself for a walk down the beach when she spotted her friend up ahead. "Stildyne," she called, approaching, grinning muzzily as she neared. "Good gods, but there's a lot of you."

GIVE THOSE BACK THEY DO NOT EVEN FIT YOU YOU ARE A WOLF

[umgekehrt]

"Just taking the opportunity to air out some neglected scars," he said, without opening his eyes. Lazy and heat-stupid and enjoying it damn the consequences. And fishbelly pale, because when did anything below the neck get sun?

"Pull up some beach; I think there's some left."

I WILL LOOK DOWN AND WHISPER "NO"

[scentbombed]

Despite living in places where "sun" was frequently something to be avoided, and despite wearing full armor most days of the year, Angua had a certain degree of completely unfair natural tan to go with the rest of her completely unfair natural physical attributes, all of which had been gaining her a fair amount of completely unwanted attention. Gratefully, she flopped down next to Stildyne, who could be trusted not to ogle even with his eyes open.

"Enjoying the break?" she mumbled, sipping on the drink she still had in hand. It had strawberries on a tiny sword, sugar on the rim, and a pink umbrella. She was going to hate herself in the morning. "I know I needed it."

[umgekehrt]

"Just as soon as I have more of these frozen drinks I'll be pleased." He finally looked over. "What's that? I'd like one of those, I think."

The Cafe- Marquis or Prefect

[umgekehrt]

Stildyne was sitting in a cafe, a pleasant open-walled place with a light atmosphere and flowers across the tables. He was in a booth with about half a dozen attractive men and women of various , a freelance team of professionals. The discussion was business oriented, but congenial, over bottles of some crisp summery alcohol-- or synthehol, as the case might be.

A tall, squarely-built woman of extreme handsomeness was taking notes on a pad.

"So your friend prefers both, and you prefer males?"

"Right; he's particular, likes his men on the active side and his women on the passive. I'll take what's on offer although I have a certain fondness for athletic, smaller blonds." He cocked a head towards one of the men who fit that description, who nodded cheerfully back and then gestured at the woman to put his name down on the padd.

"We have a partner out on assignment who can take care of your friend; she's popular with people who like small, pliant women," the woman noted. "She's Orion, I assume that won't be a problem?"

"I couldn't imagine so."

"One of our affiliates is a Nuvian masseuse, as well; if you let us cut her in on the deal she offers a pretty handsome discount-"

"Oh, well, twist my arm. You've seen my budget, and if it falls under that-"

"Never a problem. We have a large selection of activities and scenes that we can tailor to you." The woman with the pad chuckled. "We've never failed to work something out to ... mutual satisfaction. "

He chuckled along with them, and then waved as he saw a familiar form approaching.

The Nightlife - Castiel

[umgekehrt]

Synthehol was well and good, but in the quiet, well appointed bar Stildyne had hit his limit on the stuff.

"We have some very fine Romulan Ale, imported, but the price may be prohibitive." Well, he'd been taken for a down-and-out pilot all day, so that was to be expected.

Stildyne was being patient, but no-nonsense about what he wanted, which wasn't synthehol. He stacked a few bars of the local hard currency-- metallic and rather lovely when tapped together-- on the bar.

"Could you please give me as much as this will buy? Then I'll decide after I've finished it how much more I can afford."

The barkeep didn't show surprise or affront, simply counting the currency and coming back with a reasonably sized bottle and a glass.

Re: The Nightlife - Castiel

[trenchcoatedly]

Castiel hadn't been much interested in the port. He'd spent most of the time in the various zoos and on the beach, considering. He hasn't thought Kirk would be able to allow his vessel freedom, even further making him feel confident about his Admiral-related theories. But the break from the barge was nothing else if not a chance to see some new things and stretch his wings, both in the literal and metaphorical sense. There weren't that many places to go on the barge, and he could always feel the fakeness of the CES - things not quite there, attempting to deceive his eyes but not the myriad of other senses. He flit from place to place, anxious and bored.

He landed this time in a bar, and was about two moments from leaving again, preferring a natural surrounding, but his eye was caught on the back of what he suspected to be Chief Stildyne's head. He stopped, not sure if the man wanted his company or not.

Re: The Nightlife - Castiel

[umgekehrt]

Stildyne caught a sliver of familiar features reflected in the curve of some silverwork over the bar-- he turned and greeted Castiel with mild bemusement.

"I hadn't pegged you for a drinker. What brings you?"

Re: The Nightlife - Castiel

[trenchcoatedly]

Castiel took the welcome as acceptance and offered the man a tilt of his head, a little bit of a shrug. He studied the place briefly, then turned back to the man. "I'm not, though I have been inebriated in the past. I was just exploring this planet. It's nice to not be on the barge."

[umgekehrt]

"You're not alone in that. And I may not like the circumstances but the port isn't trying to murder us. I'll take it, if there's got to be a port. Liking the gardens?"

The Rescue - Merlin

[umgekehrt]

Stildyne wasn't interested in the club scene as an experience, but as a place to flirt, drink, and enjoy the scenery he appreciated the eshtablishments' utility. He'd let himself be drawn along with a crowd to a club that featured a lit dance floor, but booths thoughtfully designed to keep conversation in and the lively music out.

He settled at the bar, where the acoustics had again been designed as if a bartender ought to hear you without shouting, and scanned the crowd with interest. Wait-- didn't he know that young gentleman?

[takeyouapart]

The young gentleman was being introduced to the fact that he had absolutely no coping strategies for people being....sexual. At him. Harmless, aimless flirting he could deal with, it was just an extension of basic friendliness as far as he was concerned, and he knew the rules of courtship even though he'd never had much cause to engage with them himself. Reaver's references to nibbling and the copulation and the like were always theoretical and never (importantly) actually aimed at him, so he brushed them off easily.

What he couldn't deal with was a tall, pretty human (?) woman and a shorter, stocky man with pale waxy skin who had arrived together and appeared to be interested in recruiting a third party for --

The woman leaned in to deliver an explanation of their plans that left him a sort of grey-pink colour, then licked his ear. He made a noise that started off at human pitch but tailed off into something only dogs could hear, and tried to take a step back though there was nothing behind him but the wall.

Like most Risan revellers, they were reasonable people and would back off the second he said he wasn't interested, but he didn't know that and his life so far hadn't equipped him with the vocabulary to turn down an offer of group sex with strangers.

[umgekehrt]

Stildyne saw Merlin's shoulders bump the far wall and the wan look on his face, and guessed better than the couple propositioning him that he wasn't simply being coy. He cut the crowd like a large ship on the way over, and tapped the woman on the shoulder, shaking his head.

"Sorry, I'll have to steal him from you. He was here to grab a drink with me, no plans to liase tonight."

"You're sure?" asked the male of the pair, and Stildyne nodded with enough certainty to convince them.

[takeyouapart]

He waited until they were out of earshot - further than that - then breathed out like a bellows and rubbed fervently at his ear, which was already a bit pink from catching the sun and stung at the touch but he didn't care. Then he looked at Stildyne, immediately feeling sort of stupid and naive for needing a hand out of the situation.

"...Thank you."

[umgekehrt]

"It's difficult to issue a really polite apology when someone's licked you," Stildyne offered. "Anything's going to seem like a rebuff after that." A thought occurred, and he looked around for security. "Unless they weren't content with a no? If so-"