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From:

lestercraft

I, er. Apologies for the delay on contacting you earlier. [His voice is still hoarse from misuse, but he's sounding slightly more alive than John's post makes him seem.] I just wanted to offer my congratulations on being paired with John, and- while I can't imagine he'll be particularly inclined to anything but blunt candour, if there's ever anything you'd like to ask otherwise do let me know. I often assisted in the wardening of his previous inmate, as well.

From:

deuceoftears

you're being so DUMB just let me change your room

you don't even have to admit anything

i already know you like the generic cabins better maybe I'll just ask the admiral to match one of those. what about THAT

if you've got stuff it can keep your stuff. THIS IS A CUSTOMIZABBBEL PROCESS

stop suffering for no reason just because the barge is bad at picking starting cabins challenge

i dare you

Edited Date: 2023-10-17 01:51 pm (UTC)

From:

greatoldjohn

Okay, totally wrong about nothing happening right now.

Stay the fuck in your cabin if you can help it. Everyone is completely fucking bonkers right now.

If you need blood or something, I'll bring it.

From:

reformedsinner

[immediately after this conversation]

Are you with Trevor? Can you get him to the infirmary?

From:

greatoldjohn

Hey.

So.

Arthur asked for his room to be protected so that the Butcher can't sneak into it without being explicitly invited. For him and for his inmate.

So I asked for the same thing. It doesn't restrict anything or stop you from doing anything but-

I don't want anyone to fuck with you because they're trying to fuck with me. I hope that's okay.

From:

greatoldjohn

[ It's a good thing he's on text, that way you aren't hearing every single 'jesus fucking christ' that he's thinking. ]

So there's someone else here from my world.

He's

Kind of me but not. I doubt you could miss him, considering.

I don't know if he'd want to fuck with you but I just

Wanted to give you the heads up.

From:

deuceoftears

I have a present for you. Meet me on Level 3, Cabin 4.

From:

greatoldjohn

Question: do you want to know what's going on with me or do you not give a shit?

From:

onlyhearmusic

Evenin', lad. Can ya do me a favor?

From:

nonehousesleftgrief

...hey babe. How're you doing?

I got pretty fucked up by that whole thing. You come through okay?

From:

betacuck

hey

[ with absolutely no other preamble at about one in the morning, astarion gets a picture of roman's dick. ]

From:

onlyhearmusic

Do you know what would be nice right now?

From:

betacuck

do you think maybe you could come over
or i could come over

could i see you i guess is what im asking

please

Edited Date: 2024-01-22 04:20 pm (UTC)

From:

greatoldjohn

John's been messaging him at least once a day since they made port and it's at this point when he feels enough is enough. And worst of all, it's enough that he's going to try and venture out into the city with his 'disguise'. It's not really much, just an illusion that he looks like a human, like the JD some people have seen; charter magic wasn't hard and he's had very little to do other than read and try to shop when he can get someone to go out with him given his lack of a partner and his general unwillingness to see Arthur in person. Or... this other!Arthur.

Fuck it, he hates it.

Anyway, he heads out, 'walking' along to go and find Astarion, following his masks's directions, in a fowl mood from any number of things but especially from being ignored.

From:

handleyourshit

Are you fucking around in the death river?

From:

lestercraft

[After a somewhat worrying conversation ~~and with nothing better to do between inmates~~, it's time for Arthur to pick up the promise he made to John in the first place; helping with his inmate.]

Astartion - might I be able to borrow you for a short while?

From:

madaboutit

Appreciate you being understanding.

I know you probably didn't know.

That place is important to me.

If you still want to talk, we can give it a go somewhere else.

From:

betacuck

[ A few books are left at Astarion's doorstep with a note written on Waystar Royco letterhead. ]

Thanks for the distraction.
Think of me when you're mildly disappointed or extremely irritated, won't you?
-Roman

From:

greatoldjohn

He's blind again. At least until his eyes recover.

I'll be with him for a couple of days until he kicks me out.

Edited Date: 2024-02-20 01:06 pm (UTC)

From:

greatoldjohn

[ He needed a little time to get himself into a functional state but once he is- ]

Are you okay? Are you in your room?

From:

nonehousesleftgrief

[ Knock knock on your cabin door, babe. ]

From:

manavore

Just thought I'd check in and see how things are going along with the kitten.

From:

helluvamess

[[following on from here more or less]]

He can probably get used to the romps with Astarion, if only because it's easier than some partners he's had in the past and there's no expectation of anything more between them. It's also a great way to scratch at the part of him that subconsciously keeps waiting for his phone to chime with a text from Stolas or a reminder of the moon's fullness. Stupid things that he shouldn't let get to him, though they do all the same.

Maybe that's why, after their latest session and while Blitzø is stretched out on the bed still, he glances over at Astarion.

"Trevor said he'd give me his deal. I was thinking... I could use it for you. Or your friend."

From:

atowncalledtreffy

...Hey, first, fuck you.

Second, thanks for making me laugh at myself.

Fuck you.

Sorry.

From:

deuceoftears

Astarion did say Jedao was free to send him any pictures he cared to. It takes a little negotiation and set up, but the first picture is Jedao, shown in profile, nude and kneeling, arms stretched out in front of him over a pale wood coffee table. Along the curve of his flank, from his underarm all the way past his hipbone, are four deep black gouges, like the claws of an animal, except for how neat and steady the lines are.

The next picture is the same, except the there's a sable calligraphy brush floating beside him, dipped in his own thick black blood, a T artfully written along the top cut, just out of the shadow of his bicep.

Thinking of you, says the third picture, painted in blood on his skin.