Caravanserai [Villas]

[Flower]

Room Details Nautilus Superior: Cheapest room. 1 king size bed. Patio. 500 sq ft. Nautilus Deluxe: 1 king sized bed. Patio. 700 sq ft. Osmeña Deluxe Salistou: 1 king sized bed. Sofa bed. Patio. Has private adjoining pool. 1000 sq. ft. Osmeña Premiuer Salistou: Most expensive room. 1 king sized bed. Sofa bed. Patio. Has private adjoining pool. 1500 sq. ft. Game Time: July 1, 2025 to July 11, 2025

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[Flower]

Waiting in Your Rooms

Dear Adventurous Traveler,

On the behalf of Caravanserais entire staff, we would like to welcome you to our home. We understand you have gone through great and some might call it extreme lengths to reach this desert oasis.

Travelling by camel is not the most comfortable mode of transportation but it is the less destructive to a very sensitive environment. Now that you have arrived we hope you understand the reasons behind our choices. Caravanserai functions not only an oasis for you but also the wildlife. Clusters of tourist shops and close proximity of headache inducing airports would only disrupt the peace we have worked so hard to preserve for all travelers that find themselves here.

What we discovered here is precious and in need of protection from the insanity of modernity.

We hope you find what you are searching for within our oasis, whether if it be adventure or relaxation. We guarantee the memories you create here will last a lifetime.

If you require anything during your stay, our stall will be pleased to assist you — morning, noon or night! Just call the front desk and we will be at your service.

We thank you for your presence.

Warmly,

Coral, Jade, and Ruby

[Jaclyn]

Name: Katrina von Roissy
Previous: Optional link to previous post.
Date | Time: What day and time does your scene take place?
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Tagging: Who is your character talking to at the moment? Feel free to include if they are mentioning someone. Also mention if your scene is open or closed.… Fatima's dark eyes show her and my relief as we find ourselves at the desk ... our credentials accepted ... a sympathetic gesture to Fatima …

  “No no, I will accommodate her. We were companions through the desert and are bonded. Together we remain until shew must depart. Her family needs her and what her service has earned them.”

… we accept keys to our suite ... note the person's name on her badge …

  “Thank you Reese. We appreciate your service.”

… we depart for our suite ... each sharing the luggage though hers is meager and mine excessive ... we arrive …

  “Oh this is wonderful!”

… inside we arrange for her and for me ... yes, she gives me the larger of the two bedrooms ... yet she has a bed so much more than what I saw at her home …

  “I believe I have phone service here, Fatima. Would you like to phone someone to tell them you're here safely?”

… her smile under her veil is in her eyes ... she declines ... I unpack and deliberate ... rest or the welcome party? ... decide on the party …

  “My home here is yours Fatima. Bathe or whatever you choose. Room service and the pool too. I have a party to attend and will see you in the morning unless you leave too early for me. Thank you dear, you've been wonderful!”

… press a folded wad of rials into her hand ... it grew as we endured across the desert ... enter my room to change for the reception …

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: June 6th 2020, late morning/mid-day
Wearing:Gray sundress, black floppy hat, burgundy patterned shawl, and cream colored heels
Location: Heading towards her room, her room
Tagging:Closed

When was the last time that Breezy could remember having all the time in the world and nothing more pressing to do but nap? She normally had to steal precious moments to read or relax between her busy schedule and hectic life. Maybe this vacation was going to be the start of a much slower and more satisfying life. Instead of checking her phone or tablet for some news or a quick mind-less game, she settled against the corner wall of the elevator and just let the vibration of the machine and the ding of the floors wash over her senses. By the time she reached her floor she was humming.

She found her key in the small card pocket on the back of her tablet and headed into her Hubal styled room. It was luxurious - spacious, beautifully decorated, with a killer view and a pool that was calling her name. She still had plans to nap but she had to sit at the edge of the water and let her legs dip into the cool water. It was an icy contrast to the hot desert heat. She read a few more chapters in her book before finally heading towards her bed to nap.

And with one big backwards flop she snoozed for another hour or two.

[Flower]

Name:  Doug the Bellboy
Date | Time: June 6th, mid-afternoon and onwards
Wearing:  Uniform
Location: Røed Suite
Tagging: Laila Røed

Doug did not notice anything out of the ordinary with Ms. Røed. She seemed like a regular lady to him. Plus, his mind was too preoccupied with his own concerns, such as ensuring he did not drag her heavy bag along the floor. Why hadn’t he gotten one of those carts with the wheels again?

Anyway, all of the other bellboys were intent on completing their escorting tasks in record speed and take the shortest route possible. It was a bit of a game between them which made the job more enjoyable. Whomever returned fastest would receive a reward, usually a small bit of cash or even a treat.

Doug always came in last. He enjoyed these walks with newly arrived guests. Their expressions were worth being the loser of the group since he knew they enjoyed the more scenic routes.

“It’s pretty sweet,” Doug said with a delighted smile. They were just passing a wall made of nothing but glass. On the other side, there was a full expanse of desert. Some people were terrified of it but he thought it was a special kind of beautiful. Almost like being surrounded by water. It reminded a person of how small they were in the world. “Most people are pretty nice. I get to take cool photos in my spare time. I plan to add them to my college application once I’m back home. I think it’ll help me stand out.”

He waited with genuine patience for her to open the door once they arrived to her room. Once inside, he kept hold of her belongings, not wanting to just drop them anywhere. Her enthusiasm was quite infectious, and he found himself chuckling as well.

“It is really awesome here,” he nodded in agreement. “Just wait until you see it at night. Nothing like it. Where would you like this stuff, ma’am?”

Upon receiving further instruction, Doug took her bags into her bedroom and placed it neatly upon the floor. He was ready to head out when he noticed her holding out a 20 USD bill to him with a peculiar expression upon her face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a 10 USD dollar out (thank god he had one) and handed it over to her before accepting the 20 dollar bill.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Doug said with an appreciative grin, already adding up how he needed to upgrade his camera equipment. “You’re very kind.” His head cocked to the side as he tried to think of the best recommendation for her. “Well, there’s going to be a big party tonight, ma’am. Masks and all. Did you bring any fancy dress or something with you?”

[Endogenesis]

Name: Laila Røed.
Date | Time: June 6th 2020, mid-afternoon and onward.
Wearing: T-shirt with s faded Diablo 3 icon, faded black jeans that now borders to grey.
Location: Røed suite.
Tagging: Doug the Bellboy.

"The desert is beautiful, it reminds me of the arctic tundra, I suppose places of extremes hold a singular beauty that is not found within the medium." she states as she takes a moment to watch the barren beauty of gold outside.  Taking in the news of a masquerade she ponders it for a moment.  It had been years since the last time she had any real fun, looking at Doug she finally nods.

"You know what, I think I will go there, I have a dress that could pass for fancy I guess." she had had the foresight to pack a dress she had worn to her sisters wedding two years ago.  Having spent a bit too much money on it she felt slight elation now that she actually had an occasion to wear it again.  "But I don't have a mask." she looks to Doug as if he might be able to conjure on out of thin air.

[Flower]

Name:  Doug the Bellboy
Date | Time: June 6th, mid-afternoon and onwards
Wearing:  Uniform
Location: Røed Suite
Tagging: Laila Røed


Doug nodded his head in agreement to Ms. Røed’s statement about extreme landscapes. It was his dream to travel around the world and take pictures of towering mountains or rushing rivers. He didn’t want to keep these discoveries to himself but share those captured moments with people who might otherwise get the chance to see in-person. The only reason why he was going to college rather than hitting the road was due to his mother’s insistence about the importance of a college education.

“If you don’t like your dress, Mr. Cummings can take care of you,” Doug volunteered the information with a big smile. “He has some of everything in his shop. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a four leaf clover buried somewhere in his hoard of treasures. You’ll find a dress and mask there. I guarantee it”

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 6 June 2020, mid-afternoon
Wearing: White khakis, white button down shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow and the buttons only buttoned up to the solar plexus
Location: Mirage Bar Patio moving to Quos Residential Suite
Tagging: Steffy, Käti, Closed


Joseph sat in silence for a couple of moments after Steffy and Käti made their exits. Looking out towards the slowly setting sun, he pondered on what sort of thing that would be happening later on in the evening. Standing up, he bid the Mirage a farewell, knowing that he would more than likely be back there often during his residence at Caravanserai.

Upon returning to his lavish suite, he found an envelope.


"1st Annual Caravanserai Masquerade Ball
Formal Attire and Mask Required
6:00pm-12:00am"


Good thing he packed a suit just for the occasion. Of course, the mask would have to be worried about later.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:30pm
Wearing: Starry Night dress,diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond bracelet, formal updo, and masquerade mask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Open
It wasn't until the young heiress was out of event hall, out of sight of the staff checking people in, and she was sure no one was following her that she allowed herself to even crack.  Her burning eyes started to flood though she kept herself from breathing too much so as too keep her crying silenced.  Her walk sped into nearly a run as she made her way to her suite.  Her confidence slipped away and all that was left as she made her way through the hotel was a mess of a woman.

With the storm inside, the young woman had trouble getting to the suite that was much more extravagant than the two of them had needed.  She missed the door a few times and when she finally did find it through the mask of tears streaming down the actual mask on her face, she struggled to get it unlocked.  By the time, she finally got into the Dushura Royal, she was sure Chris would be noticing she was gone, assuming he was even trying to do his job at all.  She laughed once at the idea that he might have any thoughts on her.  Even with it being his job to do so, he was too wrapped up in that other woman.

Ren wasted no time, once she got in, to head to her packed liquors and open a bottle.  At this point, even she knew she shouldn't be drinking.  She didn't need anyone to tell her that.  She knew full well, thanks to Chris, what she could be in for by drinking too much.  He'd harped on her about the extremes so many times Ren could repeat the lecture word for word.  At one point, she'd even been foolish enough to believe his chiding was more than simply him doing his job.  Now, she was pouring the bottle down her throat, ignoring the burn as it found its way into her system.  She didn't care about what might happen.  Not anymore.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris Nelson
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:40pm
Wearing:  Mask,Gold Suit, Undermask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Alexandrena Kensington

Chris was at the top of the stairs by the time the door closed.  It was more the fact that she was definitely toasty given he had been away from her and it probably took her some time to get in.  He wondered what the guy at the bar had done to upset her.  Apparently, he was supposed to bodyguard her all night when she wanted to be away from him.  He gave her some space, thank goodness she didn't start a fight or punch him.  Hell, she was prone to do that too.  He moved down the hall and easily into the sweet, he wasn't drunk after all on anything but Becky's lips.  He frowned as he truly wanted to know where that was going to go.  Hell blue and gold went well together, after all, the thought alone put a smile on his face. 

The smile faded once he was in he heard the clatter of bottles.  He knew she had them, he would be a piss poor bodyguard if he didn't.  He kept track of her and he knew weights, he knew a few dealers some of them were his family members.  So he was rather skilled with weights and measures.  That was why his parents were so enamored with Ren's brother.  Hell if he had a sister they would have tried to marry her off to him, they wanted him away from that drug life.  He, on the other hand, Ren's mom adored him her dad did too as long as he thought Chris wasn't touching his daughter in any way.  His best friend hinted at that once and her father showed Chris his gun collection.  It made Chris get one of his own.

"So you wanna tell me what happened down there?"  He said draping his jacket over the chair as he unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, just in case he needed to go back downstairs and tear whoever that guy was that hurt her feelings a new one.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:30pm
Wearing: Starry Night dress,diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond bracelet, formal updo, and masquerade mask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Chris, Open
Ren had only come in to grab a couple of bottles and was leaving her room, about to leave the suite when everything went red.  Her face flushed hot in a rage stemmed from pain.  She wondered why he'd followed her, why he'd left the other woman.  She knew it was because he had a job to do.  It was his job to find out what had her so upset.  It was his job not to let her get hurt, even by her own hand.  She had to remember that she was just the job to him.

He asked her a question and her rage intensified.  He should have known.  Was he blind?  Was he stupid?  No, Ren knew he was neither of those.  He simply didn't care.  Again she wanted to know why he'd left the woman he was so infatuated with.  The heiress wasn't stumbling.  In fact, it would be pretty difficult for anyone who didn't know her well enough to know how drunk she actually was just by looking at her.  It wasn't until she started talking, her voice carrying like a forest fire that the majority of people would know.

"Oh you know, boys will be boys."  She stated, clearly making her best attempt not to bite Chris's head off with her words.  Ren didn't tend to speak with her hands unless she really was drunk.  With her words, her hand holding the bottle twirled around wildly.  "A pretty little thing comes in and they forget all about everything else."  She doubted he'd understand that she meant him and not the guy who'd come to distract her from her problems.  Her arms were flailing wildly with her second sentence.

"Why are you here?"  She asked, glaring at the one man in the world she both didn't want to see and only wanted close at the moment.  "Shouldn't you be feeling up that naked minx like a hungry animal?"  She didn't have much of a filter to begin with but what she did have was obviously gone at this point.  If he needed any more proof that she had no need for the bottle in her hand anymore, that was it.  Ren did a lot to get under Chris's skin but never before had she purposefully insulted him to hurt him.  She'd run, she'd tease, she'd put herself in danger, she'd even insult him as a joke but never like this.

When she was finally done talking, her lips wrapped around the lip of the bottle once again.  The liquor pouring straight down her throat.  Her eyes were fixed on her bodyguard as if challenging him to try to take the bottle away.  They both knew it would be useless.  She had a whole suitcase full of bottles and if he took this one away, she'd just open another.

[Gannameade]

Name: Chris Nelson
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:40pm
Wearing:  Mask,Gold Suit, Undermask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Alexandrena Kensington

Chris was totally lost to what she was doing or saying.  He was not aware of what the dude had or had not done.  He was sure it was something he was going to have to talk to him about.  If he didn’t get the answers he was looking for from Ren.  He had left her for a while, why wasn’t she happier she had accomplished her ditching Chris for the day quota. 

He could sense if not tell, something else was wrong with her.  ‘Boys will be boys?!?’ “Hunh?  What does that mean?  Put the bottle down already.  You have had enough anyway.  You going to tell me what got you like this already??”

“I am here to watch over you, you ran from the party it seems…Wha?!?  You are…you are mad about…Wait you are up here trying to get your drink on to a high level cause you saw me with another woman?  Really?!?  Are you serious?”  Chris was clearly doing his best not to be pissed at the moment.  “As many guys as you bounce around and flirt with and you are mad with me?”  Then it hit him. “why are you mad?!?  I mean really…every single guy I have had to pull away from you because you got carried away and now…now you want to get pissed off for real Ren?!?”  The gears were truly turning now and he frowned in disbelief, there was nothing in him that wanted to believe that she was truly interested in him.  He wanted it…he had for a while but nothing seemed to click with her that it was true.  She seemed to do the opposite of show real interest.

He pulled the bottle away from her finally in frustration.  “Why are you doing this Ren seriously? I mean I could understand if you really liked me.  I mean really.  If you could have only once said, Chris, I really like you, do you think we…or would you like to see if we can make it together?  Anything.  I would have told you Yeah.  I would love that.  I have wanted to be with you for a long time.  But this game here.  I am NOT playing.  You can be pissed if you want!  But I won’t be your second damned option!  You either want to be with me or you don’t.  Don’t get all pissy with me if my eyes wander if you are not willing to step up and give me a damned chance!”  He said as he held the bottle in front of himself.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:30pm
Wearing: Starry Night dress,diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond bracelet, formal updo, and masquerade mask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Chris, Open
Ren had simply shook her head when she was first told to put the bottle down.  Instead, she clung to it hard, her knuckles turning white with the pressure.  Even if she did decide she didn't want to drink anymore, she felt a safety net in the way she could wrap her lips around it to keep from having to speak.  It would allow her a release from answering the scolding or questions he might ask.  It would keep her mouth busy enough to keep from saying something stupid.  Well, the last part wasn't true.  Ren's mouth had a tendency of saying things she would come to regret later or that would make Chris step in.  Right now, it was fighting with him.  There was no one to step in if her mouth got out of line.

Ren didn't interrupt him.  Boy, did she want to!  Instead, she kept herself buried in the liquor that was meant to drown out the pain.  She sucked down the burning liquids, her free arm crossed over her chest.  She didn't come up until the bottle was pulled so easily away from her, a quiet pop as it was pulled out of her mouth.  As well as she knew how to push Chris's buttons, he knew hers too.

"Give that back!"  She screamed, interrupting whatever lies he was telling her to calm her down.  Her hand grasped back onto the bottle, trying to pull it back.  Maybe she'd had a chance if he wasn't holding on so tight but he was determined not to let her have any more.  His arm didn't move and instead, she pulled herself closer to her bodyguard.  The only thing between them now was the bottle.  The one, Ren still refused to let go of.  She could have grabbed the one she'd set on the table when he came in or retreated to her stash in her bedroom.  Instead, she was focused on the one in his hand.

"Come on!  Just give it back."  She whined.  "Give it back and go find your little siren!"  She wanted to tell him that maybe if he got back fast enough, she wouldn't have moved on as quickly as she did with the guy before him.  Instead, she said something that all but confirmed what he was coming to believe after so many years.

"Or at least quit lying to me.  I'm not stupid.  I know you don't actually like me.  You see me as your job, your best friend's little sister.  Hell, if that's not enough, you think I'm just some floozy or a child you have to babysit all the time."  She didn't move away from him.  She should have.  She knew he'd finally found a woman he actually liked.  She was sure if they were here and he didn't have his job, he'd be down there now, probably luring that stranger into his bed.  Ren was just in the way.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris Nelson
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:50pm
Wearing:  Mask,Gold Suit, Undermask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Alexandrena Kensington

 

Chris wanted to be angry with her, he needed to be angry with her.  There was something about Becky that gave him an amount of freedom and carerfreeness that he not only needed but wanted.  Though even when he was with her…he thought about Ren and that wasn’t fair to Becky.  He moved to pull the bottle from Ren’s hand…she didn’t let it go.  He sometimes liked when Ren drank.  It gave him some true insight into her when she talked.  She talked a lot when she was drunk but her truth came out.  Alcohol was her truth serum, she didn’t lie to him when she had enough in her, truth be told it didn’t take much and but even when she drank like a fish.  It was only he that received the truth…her truth.  Everyone else received the surface truth and sometimes it ended up with him feeding someone carpet or floor, but for him right now it was something else he wanted.

So they were playing ‘Operation’ it seems, she was removing things from his body and apparently he was trying to remove things from her, but both of them were buzzing the other out.  But neither seemed to be going for the one piece they both needed to deal with.
He watched as her arm crossed over her ample chest and he pulled her close practically into his arms.  “That is not the way this works and you know it!”  The more she pulled it, the more it pulled her closer to him and he wanted to laugh but he was far too hurt and angry with his new found revelation to laugh.  Especially if he was right, he would be even more angry to know the truth.  But she was determined to hold on it seems.

She was jealous but she had yet to say why she didn’t counter him.  She was quick to tell him the truth and to put him in his place or try, but the whining was something that made him frown in bewilderment.  He just found it hard to believe, but if she was going to go there…then he would too.  He moved to hold on to the bottle, he knew that was her focus right now so she wouldn’t notice his other hand upon her till it was too late.  With a hand full of her hair she was pulled up to his eye level while her back was quickly pressed to the door nearly slammed there as his gruff motions had her own lush body pinned between him and the well made hard wooden door.

“Do YOU love me REN?!?  Answer the damned question?”  He was pressing against her, feeling her body against his own, only the bottle being between them kept her from feeling all of his body against hers, not just the fact that their chests were pressed against one another. If the bottle were not between them she would feel the want of her from him…angry want, but want nonetheless. 

“Quit tryin to talk circles around me.  You know I have never lied to you, nor do I think you are stupid.  Yes I actually like you.  You stopped being totally my job a while ago.  But if you want to flirt with everyone around me and think I won’t look that is not going to work.”  He looked into her skyblue pools that he had been in love with for so long already.  He sometimes thought he would tell her, but he liked his job and the pay associated with it.  Some days it was easy, other days he would rather walk through hell.  But he loved her enough to walk through hell with her than without her.  Truth was if he told her and she didn’t feel the same he would lose everything, she on the other hand…had nothing to lose and if she didn’t love him, he would be just another bodyguard that would be out of her life.

“So are you going to talk to me?  Don’t focus on the damned party right now Ren…talk to ME!  Tell me the damned truth!”  His lips were a but grazing her own even now the bottle wasn’t just between them but linked between their joined fingers.  Yet now he moved it off to the side and no longer between them, her body would be his for the taking if he wanted…this to be his last night with her.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 6th || 7:00pm
Wearing: Starry Night dress,diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond bracelet, formal updo, and masquerade mask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Chris, Open
Extra:

Name of the Game

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQz1lN0h270

Ren's focus was stuck on the bottle he was keeping from her and dodging his questions.  She knew how she felt.  It was the same way she'd felt for about ten years.  Of course then it was just summed up to a child's crush on her brother's best friend but it had lasted too long.  She'd teased, she'd taunted, she'd pretended she accidentally got caught naked and alone, she'd all but said it out loud.  She could have sworn he'd had to know exactly how she felt.  There were many times she'd tried to get him into fights just to feel her heart melt as it had when he'd 'accidentally' broken the nose of the man who'd made her find love as a weakness.  Of course since then, Chris had stepped in and made her heart thaw again.

As she made another attempt to pull the bottle away, her updo was grabbed as though she'd given him the perfect handle to grab her by.  She wanted to scream out as he pulled her hair but everything moved too fast.  Before she could do anything, her body was slammed up against the door and everything she'd been feeling was slammed out of her with it.  Now, she was scared, she was excited, she felt her heart racing not sure which she should feel more.  Had he been anyone else, she would have been crying out for Chris.  She would have known she'd pushed too far and needed her bodyguard to step in before he tried anything more.

His face was too close for her to look much place else.  She'd only ever dreamed of having him so close, having him pressed against her like this.  Now that it was actually happening, she used her free hand to pull the mask off her face.  If this was never going to happen again, she wanted to see it without the concealment of the mask.  He was handsome and sexy when he was angry.  Was that why she always tried to piss the man off?

This time when he spoke, she actually listened, not that he was giving her much of a choice.  The word 'love made her bite her bottom lip nervously, her eyes lowering so she wasn't looking directly into his.  Then he told her he liked her and her eyes shot right back up, locking onto his gaze.  God, did she love those chocolate eyes.  Even filled with his anger, they showed a softness she'd not noticed so much until now.  He was telling her the truth.

He wanted her to explain herself.  No, he demanded it.  "You ever think I flirt with every other guy because you act so indifferent when I try to flirt with you?  Ever considered that I make your life so difficult because it's the only way to get your attention?  Did you ever think there was a reason I always let you step in when things started getting too real?  Cried out for you when another man was getting this close?"  She pointed out that he was pressed so close to her and she wasn't even trying to push him off.  "Or did you think I was managing to fuck those guy right in front of your face with my clothes on?"  Her voice had started low at first before her volume raised until she was talking normally, her natural attempts at putting him in his place clearly evident.

"I can't believe it took you practically banging that black bimbo on the dance floor for you to give a damn about me."  Back to the accusations and insulting other people, she turned her head away, leaning her face against the warm wood of the door.  Ren would never have thought herself to be jealous until now.  Chris had never shown interest in any women before.  The only guy who the blonde had ever had affections for before Chris had cheated on her and while it hurt, she'd never been this angry.  She'd never been jealous about the situation.  Now, she knew she was jealous...over Chris.

[Steffy]

Steffy Danielle Dubois, Adventurer
Date | Time: after drinks
Wearing: nearly nothing, bathing
Location: Steffy’s Suite
Tagging: N/A

I’m pleased with what’s gone on so far.  The drinks and snacks, five star.  But making two friends and partners, well, momentum.  I look around my room and everything is so fresh. I prepare for a bath of sorts.  Something relaxing.  What to wear to this mixer?  I’ll think slightly about that, but really just enjoy the moment.  I slip into the water, notice the flowers, close my eyes and relax.

[Gannameade]

Name: Chris Nelson
Date | Time: June 6th || 6:50pm
Wearing:  Mask,Gold Suit, Undermask
Location: Ren & Chris's Dushura Royal Suite
Tagging: Alexandrena Kensington

   
Chris wanted to love her, he did in the worst way.  He just figured being around her was enough.  Till he was face to face with Becky and realized…it wasn’t!  She was quite the tease, but he didn’t think she wanted him to come in when she was naked before.  He excused himself, taking a bit too long of a glance as she took a bit too long to cover up.  But he was a soldier, not a mind reader. 

Now he was face to face with her, not wanting answers but demanding them.  But now as he was face to face with her, there was a part of him that new the answers, though now what would he do with that knowledge.  He didn’t let her hair wrap go, he held her there by it realizing it was all hers, he knew he could let her go and if he was thinking she was the way he thought…she might be more pissed that he let her go.  He was gazing into her cerulean orbs and licked his lips, thereby licking her own.

He watched her pull her mask off, his own hands were full but he was only in an eye mask now.  She knew how to push his buttons he hated that but wasn’t that what his parents had, that drove them from one another.  And her parents had which drove them towards one another.

“No damnit…not this time.  Look at me!”  He thought her lips were so sexy, when she bit them it made them more pronounced.  He could see she was facing him again and it seems she still found herself fighting against just telling him.

“I have never acted indifferently, I have been by your side all this time.  Watching over you protecting you, desiring to be with you while you threw and flaunted yourself to practically every guy that gives you attention.  You make my lift difficult cause you have, you want my attention you only had to say so!  You have never once not had my attention Ren.  You were doing the WRONG THINGS Ren!  I am here! I have been HERE!  I have wanted to be with you since forever!  I don’t do those mixed signals.  I do in… all in.  I am not going to want you to flirt with someone else, tease someone else.  I don’t want someone else if I am with you!”

“I can’t believe you are pissed when I find someone else I am interested in when YOU wanted me and I have been here with you the entire time?!?”  Chris never thought of Becky as a bimbo and still didn’t but apparently, he was going to thank her for this.  He was not done being pissed at Ren.  Even when she turned her head to not face him.   He was boiling as even now she was doing everything not to engage.  ‘Fine!’  He held her hair and turned her to face him, claiming her lips just as easily.  He kissed her with a hungry aggression, bordering on anger.  It was hot, he was yearning as he poured his desire for her into the kiss.  All of the years of aching want was down to this.  He moved his tongue, to seek hers.  He pulled her into him by her hair. He pulled the bottle from her hand and dropped it on to his foot, helping it slide to the floor, he knew how he had done it before.  Right now he was feeling her body close to him and she was suddenly wearing too many clothes, for once.

[Loiosh]

Name: Ryo Kang-Dae
Date | Time: 7 June 2020 | Morning
Wearing: When dressed, as pictured
Location: Ryo's Room
Tagging: Closed

The steaming hot water of the nozzle kneaded Ryo’s scalp as he leaned forward, both hands against the wall.  He stared down at the floor of the shower, watching the swirls of water disappearing down the drain.  He felt oddly guilty at how good it felt to wash the sand and dust of the journey away. 

He turned off the water, grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower.  A moment’s vigorous kneading had his hair dry.  He paused to regard the man looking back at him from the mirror.  His expression was troubled.

He hadn’t cried and he wasn’t sure what that meant.  The shower was always where it hit him, for some reason.  Alone in the small enclosed space with no need to put on a brave face for the public he would open up the locked box of his grief and wallow in it.  Sometimes he cried long enough that the icy prickling of the hot water running out would snap him out of it and send him trembling back out into the world.  Today though, he hadn’t.  He had waited for it and it hadn’t come.

It was still there, the hurt and sadness.  He could feel it floating just below the surface like a familiar reef of bright jagged coral.  Beautiful in a way but sharp and dangerous to the touch.

Maybe he was finally coming to terms with it, but Ryo doubted it.  He certainly hadn’t felt any big epiphany or realization.  It felt more like distance.  Like storm clouds on the horizon.   Maybe it was the long thirsty journey into the desert that had separated him both physically and emotionally from the turbulent churning of his past.

Ryo finished drying himself and pulled on a blue denim shirt over a white tee.  He wasn’t sure if he was in denial or not but for the first time in a long time the oppressive weight of Greg’s death wasn’t hanging over his every thought and action.  He found himself wanting to be around people, to laugh, to have fun.

He pulled on his slacks and checked the clock.  9:30.  Time to head on down to breakfast and see what the day had in store.

[lustfulintentions]

Name: Shawn Collins
Date | Time: June 7th, 2020 - Late Morning
Wearing: Pictured, sans guitar
Location: Guest Room
Tagging: None/Open.

Shawn lay on the bed for about 30 minutes before deciding to get his act together and put his things away. That lasted long enough to get one of three bags, the smallest one, no less, emptied. Jet-lagged and dehydrated, he’d been avoiding it since he checked in an hour or more beforehand. The flight from California to this far-flung location, coupled with the trek across the desert by camel, had run him pretty well aground. He’d already put back one full bottle of water and was halfway through a second while laying on the bed, enjoying the relative quiet of his air-conditioned suite.

He was lucky and grateful for the extra space. After a tough last two years in Pleasant Beach, where he struggled to produce another journal article, let alone a manuscript, Shawn and his publishers had come to an agreement. Shawn would take an advance, use it to travel to some far-flung place with similarly cavalier attitudes about sex and sexuality and integrate himself and observe the goings on. The hope was that the change of scenery would finally lead Shawn to produce a worthy follow up to his graduate and doctoral work in Pleasant Beach.

The clock was ticking though, even as he flopped back on the bed. He had six weeks to show the powers-that-be something, anything, that indicated real progress. Do that, they told him, and they’d eat the cost for another six months of work. They were initially skeptical when he pitched them on a desert resort, but he made the point to them that Caravanserai as well-removed as any place could be, and with its seemingly clear catering to singles, was the perfect choice.

And that is how Shawn found himself in the middle of the godforsaken desert.

He sat up on the bed, set his water to the side, and picked up the small packet that he’d been given at the front desk, figuring he might as well get the lay of the land for the next few days. As he flipped through the papers, he made mental notes of what he found-the map of the resort, phone numbers for room service and other necessities, and a welcome letter from the general manager.

Then, he saw the little flier-tucked in with a bent corner, as though tucked in as an afterthought. It promised a fun evening of meeting other guests for a night of drinks and conversation. While that sounded nice, what Shawn first took from the paper was a chance to observe some other guests, maybe the staff, and learn a few things about just what sorts of folks came to a place like Caravanserai, besides struggling academics.

Reaching for his cell phone, Shawn followed the instructions on the bottom of the flier and sent his name, room number, and preferences. Then, feeling a bit energized, he went back to unpacking the rest of his things.

[Honeycrisp]

Name: Pelin Anwar
Date | Time: June 11 | After 5 PM
Wearing: Black housekeeping dress w/white accents.  White scarf worn over her hair.
Location: Femal Guest's Suite [Open]
Tagging: None | Open

In any other hotel housekeeping worked a set schedule of when to clean and prep rooms for guests.  Caravanserai had a much more practical if difficult to maintain philosophy.  They worked around the guest's schedules instead of imposing their own upon the people they catered to.  There were several ways to signal you wanted your room cleaned and linens freshened up and the maids were encouraged to pay close attention to their guests, to check with the desk and other services to see if they were going to be out of their room for an hour or more.  If a guest didn't have to ask and came back to a fresh room without asking for it then it was exactly the sort of thing Carvanserai wanted to provide. 

After the meeting in the conference room Pelin had been scheduled to be off but she asked for and picked up another half shift working the rooms.  It was very easy work, indoors and with nothing heavier than a handful of linen to move around.  Pelin was amazed at how much some of her fellow maids complained about their jobs.  The hotel took excellent care of the girls, provided room and board and paid them what to Pelin was an astonishing wage.  And she could work extra hours and earn something called overtime which was as if for every hour she spent working they paid her for another half of it just because it was 'extra'.  Absurd!  But it was an absurdity she embraced.  Pelin's little book that showed how much money she'd made kept accumulating entries. 

And - and it let her indulge a secret vice.  It didn't hurt anyone, it wasn't stealing or drinking or anything like that.  It was just that sometimes when she was cleaning a female guest's room and they happened to leave last night's dress out...  Well, every girl liked to daydream and feel prettier than the plain little thing she was.  She'd never worn clothes like the guests, had rarely even seen them, but once she'd been exposed to them Pelin was a hopeless addict.  And it wasn't as if it hurt anyone.  She was expected to pick the dresses up and either take them to be cleaned or hang them back up.  Sometimes it just happened that she -

The dress was black, scandalously short but with a flared skirt that made it look endearing and cute rather than slutty.  The sheer fabric on the back of it would let a girl's skin show through and was adorned with elaborate embroidery; a bird of paradise and some flowers that seemed to spring out of the wearer's back.  Pelin held it up to her neck with one hand, the other smoothing the wrinkles out of the skirt.  Posing in front of the mirror she tried to imagine dressing like one of these women who lived such lives.  A woman who was beautiful enough that the dress accented her features rather than made up for them.  A woman who -

She frowned and sat on the edge of the still to be made bed, dress in her hands and lap.  A woman whose back wasn't scarred and ugly and who was brave enough to let it show through the almost not there gauzy fabric.  A woman who most assuredly wasn't Pelin.

It was such a pretty dress.  Her work rough hands stroked it as if it were a child's skin before she sat foolishness aside and stood up.  Time to get back to work and finish the suite.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In the hallway outside Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky, Closed

It was a spur of the moment idea that she had been thinking about allll day. Her new life here at Cara, however long it lasted, was a fantastic whirlwind but she was ready for some downtime. And as much as Becky had been apart of all those highs, there was something about her new friend that said she would certainly be up for a whole lot of nothing. Well, a whole lot of nothing with snacks and drinks in tow.

So that started Breezy off on a scavenger hunt of sorts to get things ready. She probably should call her friend first to make sure she was even in her room. Buuut, well, if she wasn't - she would just nama-stay and enjoy the treats by herself. She felt carefree - a total change from her life before - and headed to Bits and Bobs to get a few things.

Maybe an hour later she arrived at Breezy's door - barefoot in her favorite cotton pajamas. They were soft, comfy, loose enough for sleeping, and short enough to stand the heat of the desert oasis. The dark blue tank top with a myriad of colorful stars and moons made her think of their time on the roof gazing at the glittering lights above. She should definitely drag Becky up there again.

Later. Rolling her shoulders to nudge a strap of a matching blue bikini that she wore beneath, just in case, Breezy held a bottle of sweet, bubbly wine in one hand and a bag of buttery popcorn in the other.

Breezy looked down at her hands and then back up to the door. Her toes curled in the carpet that lined the hotel hallway. "Well, crap" She giggled to herself and then shrugged. Balancing on one foot, she rapped on the door softly with her daintily painted big toe.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky rolled over in bed, her face now smooshed into the pillow from a slightly different angle. She'd had a lot of fun last night, and wasn't really paying that much of a price this morning more than she just didn't want to get out of bed.

Thankfully, this room was so high tech she barely had to. With a press of a button on the tablet that lay next to her bed the coffee was bubbling and a movie was playing. She didn't remember ordering this movie. She leaned up on her elbows and squinted at it. It was in Korean, she noticed first. The main character appeared to be some sort of dinosaur robot. "What the hell..." she muttered, rubbing her temples. "What did I think this was?" She glanced back at her tablet and pulled up the menu of other movies. Oh. Wow. Every option was better.

"Hmmm." She pondered, then suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Uh oh." Who had she invited over for breakfast. Dammit. Did Drunk Becky somehow manage to not drag a guy home but get him to show up the next morning? "Dammit Drunk Becky I told you..." she tapped the security on the tablet and the camera showed her who was outside. Her mood brightened instantly. "Breezy!" She said happily.

"One sec!" She called out, then pushed a button on the laptop. "Okay it's open." She heard a thumping noise on the decidedly still locked door. "Oh fuck." She tried again and this time the door clicked and opened a bit. "Okay now it is." She said sheepishly.

She was sitting up in bed now, the hotel tablet on the sheets in front of her. She should get out of bed for this. Really, she should. Buuuuuut she was feeling super lazy. And she wasn't wearing pants. Not that she hadn't been around Breezy in less, she just used it as an excuse.

"Breezy girl!" She waved happily from her bed, beckoning her over. She lifted up the covers and beckoned her to come over and join her in the bed.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

At first, Breezy wasn't sure if her knock had been heard. Standing there like a snack-laden karate kid with one knee pulled up in the air, she felt silly. Well, even more silly. Her foot flexed in preparation for another knock, but then she started to hear noises and movement behind the door. Not like someone coming to greet her- more like automated clinks and clunks. In seconds, the door unlatched and hissed as it popped open just an inch or so.

"Okay now it is."

She had the right room, right? Breezy heard a voice that sounded like Becky, but she was still a little... nervous that her impromptu visit wouldn't be well received. Slowly a large spray of red hair followed by one of those hazel eyes breached the door frame.

"Becky?" There she was! Clearly, the night before had been a good one for her friend as she was still in bed. It was tempting to join her. But that would be overly forw- nevermind, Becky just lifted the covers for her join in. Alright!

Breezy hit the door closed with one starry hip and then bounded over to the bed. She practically went airborne before hopping under the covers next to her friend.

"Hi." She grinned and blushed, suddenly feeling very nervous. "Oh, um! I brought snacks!" She leaned across the bedheaded beauty and set the wine and popcorn on the nightstand. Man, what smells so good? She sat up slowly, eying Becky. She was going to have to try and learn some of the gal's bodacious secrets cause... wow.

She opened her mouth to say something embarrassing or flirty, to match the blush creeping across the bridge of her nose but then - "What was that?"

She didn't think she has made that weird growl noise, had she? Becky turned and eyed the television suspiciously. "Is that...  a dino-bot?" Seemed to be based on the subtitles. Breezy giggled and collapsed against the bed next to her newest bbf. "Nerd." She tried to say it with a straight face but was soon back to snickering with a little bit of cuddling thrown in.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Watching Breezy bound across the carpet with her snacks and her wine was so joyful it brought an even bigger, even goofier smile to Becky's face. The girl was just a ball of happy when she was in the right mood, and Becky was more than glad to welcome to this one into her snugglechamber.

"That's my kind of snack." Becky said, eyeing the wine bottle with a grin as she dropped the comfy covers on Breezy as she slid in under them. She pulled herself up to be sitting against the headboard and wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulder, planting a playful kiss on her cheek before pulling her in close and resting her head against the smaller woman's in a friendly, close, manner. "Welcome to my room." She said with a grin.

She lay there for just a moment in comfortable silence, holding her friend close without really moving or talking, just basking in the happy. Then she started to get the feeling she should say something so she did.

"So uh, have you played with this?" She held up the tablet. "Apparently I did last night." She winced at the movie. "Anyway it starts your coffee for you from bed? Should be ready soon." She said. "And uh, it can probably order breakfast if you want." She was used to cooking for her guests so felt a little insecure about just ordering. But it wasn't like she had the stuff around to whip up a fantastic meal for her new friend anyway.

She laughed at Breezy's taunt. "Oh my god shut up!" She laughed, "I said I played with it not that I figured it out right!" She laughed. "Here." She handed Breezy the tablet. "You find something better." She used the fact that both her hands were free now to use both to snuggle, shifting so that she was lying on her side facing Breezy, one hand up near her shoulders, the other across her stomach. "But you know, I don't even speak this language!" She gestured at the Korean actors on the TV. "For all I know this is like, Shakespeare or something." She giggled into Breezy's shoulder.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

She could only grin at her insulted friend. It was fun to tease her and get her flustered. A stray thought of just how worked up Becky had gotten in the spa shower made Breezy's cheeks flush to the color of her hair for a moment before she was able to come back to the present.

"Oh, oh, so it will be my fault if I pick something worse then watching Korean classical robo-drama?" She snuggled deep under the covers and grabbed the tablet, staring at it like it was some foreign kind of contraption. Her feet found her way deep under the sheets, twining around Becky's own. "Why don't you work on that then while I figure this out!" She playfully tilted her head towards the bottle of sweet wine as she tapped away.

Breezy made a show of concentrating hard as swiped and scrolled. Her brows knitted, her knees pulled up, she bit at the corner of her bottom lip, and all kinds of little noises came from her as she acted like she was deciphering some grand puzzle!

"There we go!" She set the tablet down on the bed in triumph and smiled at her friend. The silly thing is that the show didn't seem that much different. Except now it seemed to be a romcom starring dinosaur robots. "I found a whole series of movies from this same director. "Look, they're in looooove!" She giggled and shifted a glance to see Becky's reaction.

"I mean, at least it was the same kind of bad, eh? Not worse." Even as the words came out of her mouth, those hazel eyes lit up at an idea. "We can throw popcorn at the screen, make up our own dialogue, and totally critique it MST3K style!" Now, who was the nerd?

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



"There can't be anything worse." Becky laughed, eyeing the wine on the nightstand. "I see we're each doing what we're good at..." she grinned.

She attempted to move past Breezy to reach the bottle, but she didn't really want to let go of the girl and ended up sort of rocking her a little and then reaching past her in a way that ended up shoving her body all over Breezy's, giggling as the tried to reach around the tablet. Sure she could have just like, let go, and moved around her, but no, that would mean letting go. There would be no letting go.

A moment later she had the bottle open and poured a glass, reaching over the opposite direction to place the bottle now on the far table. She returned to Breezy and handed her one of the glasses. "Cheers!" She said happily. After clinking the glasses she took a small sip. "Ooooh that's yummy." She declared.

She blinked at the screen. Then blinked again. And again. "Breezy what in the good Lord's name..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "I can't, I just can't it's too early. What is this supposed to be?" She laughed. "Is that a ... with the spikey heads and the ... " she squinted at it. "How is it...oh Lord, no, no, I can't." She waved her hands in front of the screen backing up and laughing.

"What's Misty K?" She asked, unaware of what a heresy she had just uttered.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: late,
Wearing: same, but wet
Location: hallway/ bedroom
Tagging:  open.


After waving goodbye to Apollo, and limping carefully down stairs, Elizabeth wanders the hallways looking for her room. Goddess, this place is huge. Are the poor people suites more likely to be on the top floor or closer to the bottom?

And what the hell was my section called? All these exotic names are super confusing for a jet lagged southern girl.

Definitely not Royal, that sounds way more expensive than my all expenses paid trip (not including airfare) would cover.

Balsamic? No, I'd have remembered if it sounded so much like a dressing.

Hubble sounds much closer, and less grand than the other ones, but while wandering around Elizabeth still can't find her room.. must be Quote, then. Which is on the third floor, below the pool. Of course. Sigh

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

Breezy giggled at her friend's crazy reaction to the screen and sighed happily. This was a great idea! She felt relaxed in a way that even the surreal atmosphere of the resort hadn't brought out of her yet. Of course, the fruity bubbles in the wine certainly didn't hurt. If one sip was tasty, more was better. She let more slip past her tongue as she snuggled back next to Becky. She might just be able to fall back asleep like this.

Until... "Wha? What's MST3K?!" She bolted up and did her best not to slosh the precious alcohol. "You never watched MS.... oh no, here - hold this." She pressed her glass into Becky's hand with a look of I'm still drinking that, ya hear? and started to type on the tablet with a mission. "It's the silliest and best thing ever."

Breezy talked as she taped, taking few pauses in her words as she concentrates on finding just the right episode to share the glory of lousy space television with her vacation besty. "So this guy is trapped in a space ... something and he is subjected to watching awful B movies until he goes crazy. So he builds robot friends, and they watch the movies together while making fun of them and talking crap the whole time. It's classic!"

She finally has her fav episode in sight and clicks one last time on the tablet before the episode starts. "This one's the best." It was the one where Joel and his bots watch the movie One Million Years B.C.. And hey, even if they didn't find great nostalgic bonding through watching the horribly wonderful tv show, they would still get to see Raquel Welch in a prehistoric bikini.

Only after she got to see Becky's initial reaction did she finally take back her glass and with it another long sip.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky made a panicked noise as Breezy nearly spilled her wine. Thankfully that didn't happen and she looked to see what the emergency was and ... oh it was her TV show. Becky laughed. "Oh my god Breezy you are adrokable." She wrapped her arms around the slender woman and snuggled her tight for a sec.

"Okay fine you can show me your show." She conceded, snuggling her up again and reaching for her own wine. "Why would anyone make a movie about a million years BC?" She glanced at the poster of Raquel Welch in a fur bikini and gave Breezy a look. "Nevermind." She said dryly, shaking her head.

"Oh my god this looks dumb. How do they eat and breathe..." she started to ask, just as the theme song told her to not worry and relax. Left at an impasse Becky just pouted a little. "Well. Ok then." She snuggled up closer to Breezy looking embarrassed and gave the show a shot.

A few minutes later, it seemed MST3K had a new crew member.

"They're a million years in the past and they shave their legs?" Becky said skeptically as Raquel Welch led her bevy of freshly-waxed prehistoric beauties out on the beach.

"That dinosaur looks like a playdoh thing I made in grade school." She laughed as one of the 'monsters' showed up. She burst out laughing as one of the cast members said something similar.

"Okay okay. Pause it." She finished her wine, "I need coffee." She was still laughing as she slipped out of the opposite side of the bed she'd let Breezy in, finally revealing that no, she wasn't wearing pants of any sort. Not that this would be a surprise as their legs had been wrapped up in a friendly cuddle the whole while.

"You want some?" She called over her shoulder as she made it to the coffee machine and poured herself a mug.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

Why did she think she was going to fall asleep? Becky's reaction to her first MST3K experience was priceless, and it had Breezy grinning and giggling the whole time. Well, that was when her friend let up the vice grip around her waist and allowed her to breathe at least. Becky was shaking her and yelling at the screen like there was a bear behind it.

Playdough dino? "Haha... I think they blew all the budget on boob tape to help keep them up." She gestured at the screen to all the buxom beauties who seemed to bounce and jiggle while still defying gravity. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of such kind of tape being removed even as her bestie paused the episode to get some coffee.

"Is there lots of chocolate in it?" She chuckled, deciding to stick with her wine. She brought the rim of her glass to her lips and then let out a choked gasp as she was shown a glimpse of Becky's full attire.

"Damn girl!" Breezy cleared her throat and wiped a few drops of rose off the comforter. "You stun even in your sleep." She mentioned something about drooling in granny panties herself before she reached over and grabbed a few pieces of popcorn - tossing them at the bountiful rump in front of her.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky blinked, not getting it at first. "I can put chocolate in?" She offered, before the penny dropped "Oh." She made a pff noise and waved her hand limply at her friend. "But it does make hot chocolate too...maybe later." She was making her coffee when Breezy complimented her with words and flying popcorn.

"Thanks - hey!" Becky responded to each in turn, she looked over her shoulder with a grin. "Oh sure, yeah, aim for the big target." She laughed, swinging her ass back and forth with a playful grin.

A few moments later she was carefully carrying her coffee back and put it on the nightstand, picking up her wine glass again and taking a sip. "Okay, start it up again. This is really funny!" She admitted, bursting out laughing again as soon as the guys and robots were mocking a terrible dinosaur effect. "I can't believe people used to watch this stuff." She had to gasp for breath for a moment. "Oh goodness. Breezy you." She sighed happily, so grateful to her friend for introducing this to hear.

Impulsively she leaned in and planted a big smooch on the redhead's adorable face. "I'm so glad I found you. We have to stay in touch after we go home and - oh my god look at the dinosaur!" She burst out giggling again.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

"Oh, like you don't know you that you are all that... and a cup of coffee." Breezy grinned and was staring to really get sold on the idea of a hot chocolate but not until her wine was finished. She had shamelessly stole some of her friend's warm spot so she scooted over with a look of apology as Becky came back to bed.

"What? Like 'ex island' or whatever other random reality tv show isn't just as bad." She giggled as one of the robots bashed Joel but he didn't quite get the joke. "At least these guys (she said guys losely to include fake robots) know they are being rediculous." She snuggled close to her buddy as she had her eyes open to the gloriousness that she had been missing out on for all these years. "There is even a movie." Breezy waggled her eyebrows to emote the unending possibilities for slapstick and snuggling.

And then Becky decided to get sweet. Breezy's blush rivaled the red in her hair as she was kissed on the cheek by her buxom bestie. "Yes, I don't want to give this up either." One arm made it's way around her friend's waist with a squeeze (as the other was still being kept free for day drinking). "I think bed snuggles need to become a regular thing." She smiled at Becky's giddiness before letting herself relax back into the comfy bed.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky made a little noise of "awww" as she noticed that Breezy had gotten on her warm spot. "My cat used to do that." She said, shaking her head at the happy memory.

"What?" She said, shocked, "You didn't see the end of Ex-Island? So you missed how Brad showed up early for the date that Chase was supposed to have with Angela and the two of them kissed before Chase showed up and then Chase told them that he was leaving because his brother had just died and then Brad and Angela shoved each other into the water and -" She realized she was saying something much more ridiculous than a funny dinosaur movie.

"Okay fine." She giggled, cozying up to her friend again. She watched the movie in silence for a moment as the woman spoke of how this should be regular. Loving the feeling of the redhead's arm about her waist Becky smiled and smooched the top of her head again. "Breezy we do this once a week and I won't ever need a vacation again." She laughed, snuggling closer to watch the end of the movie watching a movie.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

The first shift was accidental. The two ladies were just relaxing and snuggling together as the crazy man, and his robots thwarted the evil mastermind's plans (to score more significant tv ratings probably). Breezy had her arm pulled close around Becky's waist, and for just a second, her elbow itched. She shifted to try and rub her skin against the sheets, and she accidentally brushed her fingertips along her good friend's ribs.

The gasp and giggle that resulted gave the redhead some ridiculous ideas. Surely the empty wine glass next to her on the bedstand had nothing to do with it. "Sorry." She said as she readjusted herself and settled down to watch the end of the episode. But as the last few punch lines were given, she let her fingers slowly slip up under Becky's shirt to drag against her soft skin again.

"Oh, my, you aren't... ticklish, are you Becky?" Her face was innocent, but her eyes gleamed with wicked ideas.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



The first brush got a little squirm and an embarrassed, apologetic smile as Becky's rather large ticklish zone was brushed against the girl had to involuntarily squirm. She blushed as one of her secrets was revealed. She was crazy ticklish, always had been, it was even worse when she was already in a laughing, giggly mood and had a glass of wine already.

Trying to maintain a straight face and act like that hadn't just happened proved to be a foolish hope as the next thing she knew Becky's fingers were wiggling under her top and wriggling against her skin making Becky let out a startled shock again as if some real caterpillars had somehow snuck in and were wiggling around on her skin.

"Ack! Ahhh! Oh my god!" She wheezed from lack of breath as she quickly lost it laughing. "Breezy!" She protested weakly, the pain of betrayal in her big brown eyes. "Breezy!" She squealed again as the tickling torture continued.

"I give up!" She squealed in panic.

She had no idea what she was giving up. Or why. But it was all she could think of to say!

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

Breezy wasn't sure where all this was going. It started as an accident but then as Becky started to react the way she did, there was something powerfully addictive in the reactions the lady below her was displaying. So she kind of when crazy with it.

Suddenly the covers were pulled back, and the redhead was straddling her friend, fingers moving up and down her torso as even more gorgeously dark skin was revealed. It wasn't until Becky gasped a final retreat and stilled that Becky came to her senses. She sat back a little, still over the beauty below her, and panted with a faint blush across her features. "You give up?" She grinned, allowing her own breath to come back to normal. "Okay!" She giggled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her friend's lips. In truth, she had been aiming for the corner of her mouth, but in her dizzy high, she landed one so that the fullest part of both their mouths connected in a whimpering smooch.

It didn't last long though, because soon the sneaky sneak with red hair was up and hovering over the coffee maker. "Now... how do you make this thing do chocolate stuff?"  She looked over her shoulder, giving her buddy a half-innocent, half-apologetic smile.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



One moment she was giggling in desperation, completely conquered by her friend's unexpectedly skilled tickling fingers! Like evil little tickling wasps they were, everywhere at once, swarming all over! Making poor Becky helpless against them!

Then, suddenly, all that was gone and she was being kissed! Her eyes shot open in surprised, her hands rose half-way and froze, unsure of what they were supposed to do exactly. She'd only just begun to return the kiss, happily one might ad, when suddenly it was gone and Breezy was sauntering off in her sauntering way to the coffee maker.

Fuck. Was all Becky could think. Fuck that was hot.

"Umm... It's the uh," she tried to think, blinking as she propped herself up on her elbows. "Um, the the..." she pointed at it vaguely, "the chocolate thing." She answered unhelpfully, although she was accurately describing one of the settings and who knows it might make sense to someone on her wavelength.

"Wine." She whispered to herself, reaching for her glass and gulping it down. "Now coffee." She reached for that mug and gave it a sip. Mmm. Still a little warm. "Wine again." She took another deep gulp, emptying her first glass.

After this reinforcement she swung her legs out of the bed and walked over to Breezy, sidling up behind her she wrapped her hands around woman's stomach from behind, holding her close and playfully. "I'll show you how to do chocolate stuff." She muttered, diving in to kiss at Breezy's neck once, twice, three times.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: five foot five tall walking staff,  blue long sleeve shirt, jeans. Not carrying the camera or sketchpad, for once. Though the shirt actually has a small groove where the camera strap always rested
Location: hallway
Tagging: Becky.

I knock on Becky's door, thinking that this is a respectable enough hour for the young lady to be awake. And moving. And coherent.

"Becky!! I need help!! Fashion help.... Please?"

If and when Becky opens the door, pretty much the first thing I'll do is show her the flyer for the stoplight party

"I have no idea how to yellow!"

And if we're being brutally honest, I really have no idea how to dress myself. All I packed was a spare pair of jeans, and 5 long sleeves of varying colors. Plus under things of course, but the point stands. I desperately need help, and goddess knows I'm not going to ask Apollo. Becky has certainly proved that she knows how to do party clothes, and generally picks things that work well for her body type.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: Casual Sexy
Location: Becky's Room
Tagging: Open!

It was, by far, the most frantic knocking that Becky had heard. She leaped to her feet from where she'd been sitting and reading and hurried to the door.

"Yes, what is it?" She asked with concern, eyeing the flyer. It was the first she'd seen it and smiled as she read it. "Oh, hey, that sounds like fun."

And then, Becky had to let out a laugh at the rest of the problem. "You don't know how to yellow?" She laughed. "Oh darling, come in." She held the door open for Elizabeth so she could join Becky in her room.

"I'm flattered of all the stylish women here you came to me first." Becky grinned. "So you want to yellow." She gave Elizabeth a quick up and down. "I dunno." She mused with a grin. "Green tends to go better with your hair..."

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: five foot five tall walking staff,  blue long sleeve shirt, jeans. Not carrying the camera or sketchpad, for once. Though the shirt actually has a small groove where the camera strap always rested
Location: Becky's room
Tagging: Becky, open.

I smile, relieved that Becky is being friendly and helpful. I figured she would, but still the confirmation is nice.

I take a second to glance around the room... Mine is unquestionably a 5-star hotel room, but Becky's is a notch or two above that. Impressive, the perks that money can buy at a place like this.

"Yeah, it does. I heard good things about the speed dating event, and I'm looking forward to this. I don't really do parties all that well, so I'm nervous."

I nod, gesturing kind of helplessly with my right hand.

"You have an entirely different dress style than I do, but you're always in something cute and adorable. I like my everyday wear, it's entirely practical for what I do, but every time I've been to a party I had someone to pick out my outfit. And yellow.... Urgh."

I sigh hard, pulling a strand  of my red hair over my eye

"I know. Green is my friend. Green is comforting easy and cute. But... I don't think it's right for a stoplight party? I don't want to be hit on by anybody and everybody? I don't ever jump into things quickly? I just think green is advertising something I'm not..."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: Casual Sexy
Location: Becky's Room
Tagging: Open!

Becky grinned, stifling a giggle as Elizabeth explained why she couldn't do green. "Well maybe you should just adjust your attitude a little?" She asked with a mostly straight face. She only held it for a few seconds before letting a laugh escape. "Sorry, couldn't resist. Okay so yellow!" Becky clapped her hands together excitedly.

"For you, I think bright is the way to go. Like, almost neon bright." She said excitedly. "Something." She waved her hands up and down near Elizabeth's body. "Definitely tight around here." She motion towards the waist and hips. "I'm going to be pretty casual myself so you can either dress it up to show off or dress it down and not look too terribly out of place. Which do you prefer?"

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: five foot five tall walking staff,  blue long sleeve shirt, jeans. Not carrying the camera or sketchpad, for once. Though the shirt actually has a small groove where the camera strap always rested
Location: Becky's fancy room
Tagging: Becky, open.

I blink bemusedly at Becky, shifting my grip on the walking staff. "I... Oh. Right. Joke. Yellow. Neon?"

I smile hesitantly, Becky's enthusiasm was always endearing to me. She's got a way of making people feel comfortable, well... When she's not overly focused on a goal.

I do however look briefly down and to the left, a pretty common gesture when I'm feeling uncomfortable about something. Since that's my bad leg it's generally not a terribly subtle way of showing anxiety.

"Well. I'm not opposed to a little tight on the hips and up. I definitely want something floor-length. I, uh, can't wear heels. I can do sandals or even barefoot, and as for other kinds of shoes it just depends.

I... Generally feel more secure, more bold in something fancier. But I don't know. I maybe feel a little silly dressing up around everybody all rich and glamorous."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: Casual Sexy
Location: Becky's Room
Tagging: Open!

Becky had purposefully not mentioned shoes, suspecting that Elizabeth couldn't do heels. She had planned on just suggesting flats and seeing if Elizabeth would say different, but this cleared it up. "Yeah, I figured." She admitted with a nod.

"But yeah, super bright! I think anything light will just look washed out with your complexion and hair." Becky said, picking up the end of a strand of that red mane in her fingers and playing with it idly as she spoke. "Hmmm if you want fancy and floor length maybe we can go for a sort of pencil skirt type thing?" Becky suggested, thinking out loud. "Just flats should be fine. Yeah," Becky nodded, the image coming together in her head, "Long tight dress, wrap detail maybe? But yeah, bright yellow, maybe a bit more see-through and lacy around here..." Becky grinned, making a swooping gesture right below the girl's neck. "Let's see if they have anything like that in the store downstairs. I swear they have everything." Becky gushed happily, picking up the tablet that came with the room and pressing a few buttons to access the store.

"Oh yeah, see just like that." Becky grinned, showing the image of a dress nearly just as Becky had described to Elizabeth. "Looks like this is only calf-length, but I think it's a better look anyway." Becky smiled. "And hmm okay this one is floor length but no wrap detail but more of a narrow a-line." Becky said quickly as she looked through a few options. "Well here, you can see what I mean." Becky handed over the tablet with the options she'd dug up.

"I'd say you can raid my closet, but uh." Becky glanced at Elizabeth, then herself. Yeah, there was about zero chance in heck anything made for either of them was going to fit the other, outside of maybe socks.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: five foot five tall walking staff,  blue long sleeve shirt, jeans. Not carrying the camera or sketchpad, for once. Though the shirt actually has a small groove where the camera strap always rested
Location: Becky's fancy room
Tagging: Becky, open.

I go cross-eyed, staring at the strand of hair suddenly in the other lady's hand. I blush just a little bit before focusing on the conversation.

"Uh, I'm ok with a little see through lace in the décolletage. And, I'm sure you know this, but I basically brought nothing dressy. Wait, you can shop from your room? So fancy. I haven't been to the store yet, but I heard good things. Especially about the jeweler. "

I immediately start shaking my head at the mention of calf length "i don't... I still have scars below the knee. I know nobody really cares but me, and I shouldn't, but... I do. "


I giggle at the chance to change topics, nodding "yeahhh, not really built the same. You're..."

I make a gesture trying to indicate that your breasts are bigger than my head. But I say "taller! Thank you for the offer, though. I appreciate it. And the help. Should we go downstairs and try on stuff?"

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: Casual Sexy
Location: Becky's Room
Tagging: Open!

Becky laughed. "Right, that's it." She grinned at Elizabeth, knowing exactly what she meant. Becky hadn't felt superior or insecure about the size of her chest since she was a tweenager so it wasn't anything that made her uncomfortable to laugh about.

"Yes, absolutely we should!" Becky said happily, reaching out an arm for Elizabeth to take if she wished for the help walking. Becky loved helping other people try on clothes, much more than she liked doing it herself, and this sounded like an excellent way to pass the afternoon to her!

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: five foot five tall walking staff,  blue long sleeve shirt, jeans. Not carrying the camera or sketchpad, for once. Though the shirt actually has a small groove where the camera strap always rested
Location: Becky's fancy room, though heading out
Tagging: Becky, open.

I laugh softly "like a foot taller!"

Ok, it's only five or six inches, but still, completely different builds.

I lightly rest a pale hand on Becky's kindly offered arm... I generally don't need the help, but I always appreciate when people offer, and my accepting it usually makes them feel good. Win-win.

"Onward, then. Do you think I should wrap my staff in fabric, or leave it plain?"

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: Casual Sexy
Location: Becky's Room
Tagging: Open!

Becky smiled as Elizabeth took her arm. "Hey only when I'm in six in heels." Becky laughed. "And no I don't always wear those." She laughed. Truthfully she never did, but some of her shoes were close enough, or at least they seemed that way.

"Ooooh." Becky glanced at Elizabeth's staff. "I didn't think of that!" She said, considering the possibilities. "I mean yeah, why not?" She grinned. "Just one more thing to pretty up!"

Becky walked nice and slow, making sure she wasn't dragging the woman with her, letting her set the pace as they made their way to the elevators.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 14th, 1 PM
Wearing: five foot five tall walking staff,  blue long sleeve shirt, jeans. Not carrying the camera or sketchpad, for once. Though the shirt actually has a small groove where the camera strap always rested
Location: Becky's fancy room no longer, exterior, towards the store
Tagging: Becky, open.

"Do... Do heels hurt your legs as much as they seem like they would? I.... Tried standing on the ball of my foot, once. I lasted twenty seconds."

I smile, always pleased by Becky's good moods and bubbly personality. "Well, I'll leave it up to you. My artistic talents end at photography and certain kinds of drawing."

Elizabeth can actually walk at a pretty decent pace. I'm used to being short, gimpy, and surrounded by fast walkers and slow talkers. But I always note the people who are kind, and especially considerate. It says good things about them.

(Probably should switch to bits and bobs now  ;D )

[RedPhoenix]

Continued in Bits and Bobs

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed

Breezy was expecting to make something warm and hot to calm the butterflies from that kiss. But as her friend's arms slipped around her waist and pulled her close, a different kind of warmth spread throughout her body. "Oh....?" It was an odd stance to work the machine but then she felt fluttery softness against her neck. "...Oh!" The redhead let out a soft, surprised but contented sigh. Her neck was a weak spot. Perhaps not as much as Becky's ticklish sides, but it was a sure way to turn all of Breezy's reasoning skills to off. Which is probably why her fingers still continued to tap and fiddle with the coffee machine even as her eyes slid closed and she let her heavy red mane drop to the side to give her bestie more room to drive her crazy.

Bestie... what though? That was a question that had started growing in the shower and continued now. She might have thought to ask Becky about it but soon the coffee machine was starting to spit and bubble out of control!

"Ahh! Becky!" (A reaction the bombshell might have mistaken for a different kind of response.) A second later, Becky pulled away while reaching out to try and tamp down the overflowing pot of caffeinated chocolate but it was... quite hot. "Ooh... bad idea." She was flailing and hitting all kinds of things (which is what started the mess) but was too far into panic more to do anything helpful - like unplug it.

By the time they figured out how to stop the flow, Breezy was covered in frothy, delicious foam.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky was enjoying turning the tables on her red-headed cuddle buddy, her arms wrapping about the girl to hold her close while she attacked her neck with soft little kisses. Feeling Breezy go to pieces from this attention was like catnip for Becky, and she giggled madly as Breezy reacted so perfectly. "Mmm yeah!" Becky said with a happy tone to her voice as she held the girl close, not thinking anything of the fact that she was still working the machine. After all, one could be forgiven for assuming Breezy had experience being kissed while making hot chocolate.

It wasn't until it was too late that Becky realized that gasp was not a response to her kiss but rather the drink machine overflowing and a startled "GAH!" was all Becky managed as Breezy started pressing buttons that seemed to just make it worse.

A confused flurry of "No wait," "No, not that, try, "No that's just gonna," "Ahhhhhhh!" followed as Becky tried to reach around Breezy to shut the thing off while Breezy seemed to be determine to blast the thing into outer space by overpowering it in every way possible.

Becky, standing behind Breezy, was mostly shielded from the frothy chocolate science experiment the two had concocted but Breezy was not so lucky. "Oh my god, Breezy!" Becky was at first worried her friend might be burned, but quickly realized that was not the case. "Oh my god!" She said then for a whole new reason seeing the poor girl look like a rat drowned in chocolate. "Shower!" She determined, giving Breezy a tug towards the bathroom quickly before she could drip all over the place!

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing:Navy blue pj set (tank top and shorts) with colorful stars and moons, barefoot
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed



"Oh!" Breezy was a little taken back by the order to shower by her friend, as her mind instantly ran towards memories of their last time getting 'clean' together. "My!" She tip-toed and hopped across her room towards the bathroom, making a mental note to call the front desk and have them send any bills for cleaning to her, not Becky. "God!" Once standing on the pretty tiles next to the shower, she finally looked down to see how covered she was in the chocolate. Perhaps still affected by the bubbly, she couldn't help but suck the fizzy chocolate off a few of her fingers.

"Well..., at least I taste good." She giggled as she stepped into the still dry shower and started to peel off the now sodden PJs. How fortunate that she had remembered to wear one of her bikinis underneath though the skimpy nature of her outfit left must of her skin still adorned with a sweet, drippy coating. Breezy let her wet clothes sit in a pile in the corner of the shower to get rinsed out a bit as she reached to turn on the water.

Forgetting that it would take a moment to heat up, Becky was graced with another one of Breezy's shrieks. She pressed her body against the glass partition for a few seconds as the water heated. Of course, that left chocolate smears - everywhere.

What a dorky mess!

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky breathed a sigh of relief as Breezy somehow, miraculously, made it to the tile without dripping gooey chocolate juice all over. She put a hand to her forehead and rubbed it, wondering how in the world someone so adorable and amazing could be so accident prone! And then, her brief reverie was interrupted by a loud shriek that nearly made her jump out of her skin. "Breezy!" She screamed in alarm, starting and rushing to her friend's aid - only to find that she'd turned on the cold water too soon.

Becky's eyes narrowed. "Girl if you give me a dang heart attack I'm gonna haunt you so good." She muttered, sliding open the shower door just enough to grab Breezy's chocolate-y clothes off the floor. She took them, carefully, to the room's washer/dryer and started it up. No, her friend was not cleaning her clothes by showering them, Becky decreed. As queen of this realm, she determined that was her choice!

Dang Breezy, trying to scare her to death with chocolate volcanoes and shower screams! She should get revenge, by say, giving her one of the stupidly sexy things Becky brought to wear or - Becky blinked, starting up at the wall for a moment. No, there was no or, that was happening!

With a wicked grin on her face she padded to her closet and sifted through it. Oh yes, there were many options that fit this description. She settled on a nice black negligee, more lace than substance, that was composed of a sinfully stretchy material that would fit anyone like a second skin. A second, ridiculously sexy skin. Yes. She picked the hanger up and walked to the bathroom. When she opened the door she saw the shower was steamed up (it didn't take long for water to get hot here, it was a desert after all) and grinned at the thought that Breezy wouldn't see what it was until she left the shower. "Hey I'm hanging your clothes up here." She said, putting it on the inside hook of the bathroom door and then closing it behind her.

That would teach her. And that it would end up with Breezy in a stupidly sexy outfit, well, that was surely unrelated. Surely. Becky grinned wickedly and went to go sit on her bed and drink the coffee she hadn't had a chance to touch yet.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed



The first few minutes of her shower was just used to de-goo herself. The good tasted good... but... it was still a mess that felt gross after it started to cool. Once she was mostly clean she could focus on just how nice the warm shower spray felt. It was a steamy dream that was made even nicer with all the decadent soups and shampoos that Becky seemed to have bought or brought with her. Her hair was a lathery pile on top of her head as she rid herself of her bikini and finished washing. That chocolate had gotten everywhere!

She heard the door open and was expecting a lecture about the safe and proper handling of a coffee machine but all she heard Becky say was something about clothes. "What?" She called over the spray as she was rinsing out her hair. Had she brought extra with her snacks? She didn't remember doing so. Perhaps Becky just had some extra pjs that she could wear. Who didn't pack extra comfy/oversized pajamas? Breezy finished up and turned off the water. She didn't feel like drying her hair - it too ages - so she towel-rung out most of the water and looked around the steamy bathroom for the clothes.

"Where are the...? Becky?" She called out through the door but was only met with silence. At first, she couldn't see anything but what looked like maybe a scarf hanging on the back of the door. That couldn't be.... She let out a chuckle in disbelief as she reached for the hanger. She wouldn't! It was a funny turn of events, maybe as a way to get back at her for the tickling, until she finally held up the garment to see what it was.

"Becky!?!" The daredevil had to have heard her this time.... Breezy's voice punctuated with a questioning yell. She pulled at the fabric that seemed like it would barely cover one of her thighs and then she glowered at the mirror. A flash and a blush crossed her face - what did Becky have this for? And what did she look like in it? It only deepened when she realized she would have to go out there in the thing unless she wanted to go naked. The towel she had was no longer an option as she had soaked it through drying her hair.

A long breath and a few attempts to figure out even how to wear the thing and she finally opened the door. Out came a very exposed Breezy with her pale and freckled skin offsetting the dark and see-through black lace. Two long straps covered her torso with barely enough fabric to contain her breasts, with a long dip in the middle that meet the waist of the nightie. Not as endowed as Becky, her cleavage still pressed out tightly against the fabric and exposed the subtle slope and curve of her B/C cups. Her long wet hair flowed down in wavy ringlets that covered some of her bare arms and chest but most of it clung to the bare skin of her back. The bottom of the stretchy material came barely to the tops of her thighs and there was another hint of red that was obvious through the seethrough fabric.

"Ummmm....."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky was totally gonna be in charge.

This was a happy thought she had as she sipped her coffee. Pretty Breezy was going to come out all cute and meek and scared to be so sexy, and Becky was going to tell her firmly to come back and snuggle with her and stop spilling chocolate all over. Yes. Then they would, well, Becky hadn't thought that far ahead. Probably more snuggle related things. Maybe with some wandering hands involved. Becky smiled happily at the thought as she sipped her coffee.

She heard the door open and glanced over at Breezy, ready to say something snarky.

But she said nothing. Her mouth opened slowly and her hands, wrapped about her coffee cup slowly lowered as she stared at the woman who came out. Breezy had always been attractive, but this, this was a goddess. This was some sort of sex fantasy. This was - oh fuck the coffee! Becky caught it just in time, thankfully the mug was almost empty, and she raised her hands up again before she spilled it, tearing her eyes away from Breezy to put the mug on the nightstand next to her.

Okay, time to take charge. She turned back to Breezy, mouth opening to say her snarky remark.

Nope. Instead of Now Breezy see what you've done, come back to bed and maybe I'll let you keep that much on what came out was more of a "Buh." She got the first syllable. That was all the progress she made.

Otherwise, she just stared. And stared. And stared.

Becky was totally not in charge.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed



Becky's face was priceless and it was very difficult her to hold back a blush that rivaled the color of her hair. It didn't help that the room had excellent air conditioning and so the silky lace did nothing to protect her sensitive skin from the slight chill in the air.

"Th... this is what you call clothes?" Breezy couldn't help hold back a little laugh as she crossed the distance. Emboldened by the fact that obviously Becky wanted to see her friend like this, having picked out the skimpy ensemble, she bounced on the bed with full knowledge that all different parts of her might not be contained as she did so.

The redhead attempted to crawl up the bed in a sexy way but found herself soon tangled in all the lovely layers of blankets and eventually just flopped next to the crafty lady. (Again, flopping probably sent previously covered areas of her soft and pale skin into full view. "So... what exactly did you bring this number along for?" Breezy tugged at the bottom hem of the nightie but it did little to cover her.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky's face broke into a grin at Breezy's adorable reaction to Becky's befuddlement. "I mean." Becky shrugged innocently, with a not-at-all innocent grin. Her brain stopped working again as Breezy bounded over to the bed, the skimpy lacy negligee doing exactly what it was designed for in this situation - which was not much of anything except show off various bits - as she crawled into the blankets.

"Hey uh, in my defense, it's working just like I thought it would." Becky grinned wolfishly, "Just well, on someone else." She giggled as she cozied on over to Breezy so the two were lying there facing each other now, Becky reached out her arm and wrapped Breezy up in it, grinning down at her scantily clad form. "Damn you look so good in this!" She marveled. "Maybe you should have spilled chocolate on yourself sooner." She grinned.

She spread her fingers and ran her hand down Breezy's bare sides, relishing the feeling of skin on skin with a big happy grin on her face. "I'm very glad you came by to snuggle." She said leaning in and planting a loving, friendly kiss on her friend's cheek.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed


"Hmm... you should have brought two! We could have melted minds if we wore them together. Get anything we wanted!" Breezy grinned and wiggled for emphasis of her statement as Becky pressed her front to front in a close hug.

She giggled and tried her best to shift so that some of the blankets were covering her ass - not so much to hide from showing her friend some skin but, but... it was cold! Finally having some of her legs under warm fuzziness, she laughed at her friend's suggestion. "So I should have gone complete Carrie at the masquerade ball then?" She giggled. "I am thinking that they might have kicked me out instead of worshipped me." So many fun events had happened so far since their short time at Caravanserai. It made her blush in amazement at how many kisses she had been blessed with since she arrived. Far more than the last month of her past relationship. It would have been quite a different story if she had been here on her ill-fated honeymoon. Thank goodness for dodged bullets and raven-haired beauties.

The soft touches down her side had a distinctly different effect than when Breezy had tickled Becky before. Instead of squirming, she cooed and arched her back so that those beautiful fingers would just not stop. Breezy blushed but slowly slipped into a state of bliss that didn't allow responses with anything other than a few nods, a soft gasp, and a little something that was like a 'mew' that could be translated as 'more, please'.

[BareBeholder]

Name: Carter Crestwood
Date | Time: June 16th, 8:30 pm
Wearing: Slim legged black jeans, leather belt, black boots, striped tank top with a green vest.
Location: Quos Residential Suite

Thoughts were definitely changed for Carter once he was finally behind his locked doors. Originally, he was put off at the idea of going somewhere remote and for people with expendable income. Just one more place he would have to struggle just to simply fit in. Well, with going through such a unique arrival, seeing his expansive room and after being greeted like any other guest, he seemed to be rather pleased with agreeing to coming here. His father had wanted him to 'relax'...from what? Carter wasn't currently in school and hasn't worked for more than 20 consecutive days his entire life.

Once spotting the dresser, he meticulousness started unpacking his bag, refolding every piece of clothing and placing each neatly in the drawers. He noticed a note left atop, a warm greeting and reminder that help is just a phone call away. He looked at the watch resting on his wrist and nervously chewed his lip. Thirty minutes until the event at the night club started. No real time to take a shower and get into some fresh clothes. Maybe going isn't such a great idea. Excuses were always easy to find, if it gave him an option to opt out, yet his father's wishes for fun socializing manifested a guilty motivation. He threw his head back with a sigh, staring straight up at the intricate ceiling, trying to recall what the front desk clerk had said something about... stoplights? Spotlight colors... He was already wearing green, a color he remembered hearing. What a weird dress code, limited colors, what for?

He walked to the bathroom carrying his bathroom supplies, he could at least do a quick freshen-up before heading to the club.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



"I have more." Becky said with a grin. They weren't exactly like the one Becky had, but she hadn't exactly been shy about the amount of sexy stuff she'd brought. It was supposed to be a party right? Time to do all the wild crazy fun things she'd never had a chance to? Yeah, that required stuff like what Breezy was wearing.

Anything they wanted? "Hmmm." Becky said with a warm smile. "I got all I want right here." She paused with a meaningful grin at her friend, licking her lips and sucking her teeth in flirtatiously. Then she completely shifted gears and became totally casual. "I mean, wine, coffee, popcorn..." she burst into a laugh, falling back into the soft bed as she teased her friend. She didn't let go though, pulling Breezy down with her, taking advantage of the fact that she weighed considerably more than the girl to make her come tumbling into the soft sheets and mattress with her, holding her sort of half on top of her half next to her now.

In this position, her look returned to the original one of a very cozy, very friendly need.

Moving slowly, gently, giving her plenty of chance to pull back, make a joke, or say no, Becky ran a hand up behind Breezy's head and nudged her closer to her own face. Closer, closer, closer, letting the warmth of their bodies rub against each other, two naked legs intertwined, the skin of Becky's midsection and Breezy's sides, their arms, and now, their faces. Their lips.

Becky wrapped both her arms around Breezy in a warm, snuggly embrace, holding her very close as the two kissed a slow, lazy, loving kiss, bodies slowly, slowly moving against each other as they did.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed


This wasn't like their time in the shower in the spa — both beautiful, both exciting. But that was a crazy rush of impulse and desire. And now, being wrapped in Becky's arms under the warmth of the covers - this was easy, safe, and comforting. There was still the soft press of lips and the catch of breath as their bodies touched and slid against each other. Breezy settled into the moment with her new but very good friend and felt ... happy.

She wrapped her hands around Becky's hips and returned some of that close holding and kissing. She lightly bit and tugged at her bottom lip whenever their contact broke and were breathless. Her exploration of mouths moved down and along her chin, edging to her earlobe to kiss and nibble.

"Becky..." There was a soft tickle of breath against her ear as Breezy whispered the sweet words, "tag."

And then a pillow came out of nowhere and bopped the sexy lady on the side of her head. Breezy launched herself, pillow as a shield, off the bed and towards the outdoor area where the pool and hot tub was. Come and get it!

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



The kisses were long and sweet and lingering and lovely, but even as their bodies lightly slid against each other, even though Becky was clearly quite distracted in this situation, there was no pressure to go beyond simply snuggling. Snuggling while mostly naked. And uh, making out a lot. And kissing. So much kissing.

Time seemed to stop, or slow down quite a lot, as they breathed each other in and snuggled so close they could feel each other's hearts beating. Becky didn't ever know where to go from here. She'd never actually gone anywhere from here with a woman, to be fair, and Breezy seemed into the cuddling but Becky got the sense that anything more was not always on the menu. And besides, she liked being friends with the gorgeous redhead, going a step further might make that weird, and that was the last thing Becky wanted.

So she wasn't sure what to do exactly. Should she slide a hand between Breezy's legs and see what happened? Or just start feeling her up? Or ... wait what was happening?

"Huh?" Becky muttered as if coming out of a daze, slowly sitting up, "Tag? What does that - AAHAHHH!" She squealed and threw her arms up as the pillow came at her.

"Oh my god!" She laughed, grabbing quickly for a pillow of her own. "You..." but Breezy was already laughing and giggling away. "Oh no you don't!" Becky laughed. She'd had the exact amount of wine and coffee that this seemed like a great idea that she had lots of energy to use on.

Soon she was right on Breezy's tail, wincing and holding up a hand as the bright sun suddenly flooded her vision as she lost track of Breezy for a moment. "Dang sun." She muttered.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed


Breezy was giggling and grinning like crazy. Everything with Becky was the exact opposite of all her previous relation-whatevers. Even when she was flirting with Benjamins there were always questions and concerns clouding her feelings. And, sure, this was new territory for her (being with another gal that is) but while she wondered what might happen next, she never had to worry about being good enough. There was just friendship, fun, amazing kissing, and lots of laughter.

Her breathing finally calmed as she heard Becky run out to get her. But she was stunned in place, the pillow dropping from her hand as she saw just how pretty the pool was in the bright, warm desert light. "Wow! Is the pool in my suite this nice?" She couldn't believe she hadn't taken a dip in it yet. Of course, it was pretty remarkable how little time she had spent in her room as that had been most of her plan for this trip. Sleep, read, swim. Canoodling with a gorgeous babe and throwing caution to the wind wasn't part of her plan, nor in her wildest dreams.

But... when in Caravanserai. She turned towards her friend who was still adjusting toward the light and smiled. "You are so right. This was a great idea!" She took a few steps and dove into the pool, probably giving Becky a very revealing view if her eyes had yet acclimated to the sun.

"Oooo... cold!" Breezy surfaced giggling as she quickly covered her pokey nipples with her hands. The lingerie covered even less now and was floating around her as she treaded water.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky, momentarily blinded by the bright desert sun, nearly ran smack dab into Breezy as the girl shifted modes from engaging in pillow-fight induced egress to happily paused admiration of the pool.

"Oh I uh," Becky began to answer her question, but couldn't even get a full answer out as the red-head dove into the pool.

She had been about to say that as far as she could tell every room here was unique, and that she was sure Breezy's was just as nice, but whether it was nice in the same way they'd have to see to find out. But instead they just sort of stared as Breezy splashed into the water and was now wearing possibly the only thing sexier than the skimpy little negligee Becky had put her in - which was a soaking wet skimpy negligee that Becky had put her in.

"Buh." Becky muttered to herself again. Breezy seemed to be having that effect on her today.

She took a deep breath and tossed her pillow aside, that game over as soon as it had begun and walked to the edge of the pool that a civilized lady would use to timidly get into the cold water one step at the time. Which was what Becky did, wincing as it had the same effect on her that it did on her friend, an effect that was just as obvious as Becky's thin white t-shirt might as well have not been there a moment after it touched the water.

"Don't splash!" She said quickly, holding up her hands in submission. "I'm not Becky with the good hair, okay? No splashing?" She hoped her tentative peace offer was accepted as she got closer and closer, finally wrapping her arms up around Breezy once more.

She breathed a sigh of relief as if wrapping up Breezy had corralled this wayward comet that was crashing about in her life. "Mmmm." She sighed happily.

Now that she was more used to it, this cold water contrasted nicely with the intense heat of the Saharan sun. Or maybe it was just being tangled up with Breezy again.

"This is nice..." She said with a gentle smile. "But you know, I brought like five things to swim in give a girl a warning next time." She giggled, rubbing her nose against her friend's tenderly.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed


Had Breezy had ideas to splash Becky? Oh, maybe, well, absolutely. Her hands were moving back and forth in the water in anticipation till Becky gave the no-splash ultimatum. Aww. Well, that wouldn't have been any fun except that soon Breezy was wrapped up in Becky's arms and they both got to bask in the coolness of the water and the warmth of their company.

"Oooh...  you're right, so nice." She pulled back so they could sit on one of the molded benches under the water which was just the right height for them to relax without marring Becky's locks. She let their fingers intertwine as a promise for no splashing but she couldn't keep her feet from lightly kicking in the cool water. Breezy was a fish and loved to swim.

"So next time I should raid your closet first?" she grinned, happy to see what other kinds of outfits her friend had packed. "You look amazing like this anyway." She motioned to the barely-there shirt in unfortunate white. A nose nuzzle was perfect but Breezy couldn't help but follow it up with a tiny smooch to Becky's lips as well." Besides... you love my kind of crazy."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky let herself be led to the little bench seat at the side of the pool and sat on it, out of the water from just above her elbows, it was enough that she felt like she was sitting even though her legs floated around a little. It was super relaxing with the cool water and the hot sun. "Oh we should have brought the wine." Becky commented. "And the chocolate. And some ice cream and ... " she giggled, squeezing and playing with Breezy's hand below the water while she grinned as their legs brushed against each other.

Becky, lord knows why, felt the need to be cheesy. She reached her free hand up and wrapped it around Breezy's shoulder, pulling her in and looking her in the eye. "You need something from me you can come to my room anytime babe." She said, adopting what in her mind was a sexy voice but in reality sounded a bit like someone doing a very bad impression of someone doing a sexy voice.

"Oh Lord." Becky realized how bad that had sounded, even for someone doing it only in jest, well, the voice at least, and rolled her eyes at herself and covered up her face with her hands, quickly pulling her arm off of Breezy. "You make me act like such an idiot." She laughed, not really expanding on that comment but letting the implications be known.

But she was presented with another chance to prove just that as Breezy complimented her see through shirt. Becky glanced down, totally aware of what she'd see but still wincing to see it. "Dammit." Oh well she thought, go hard to go home. Plus, she felt like she owed Breezy something for putting her in that sexy outfit. Not that she was sorry at all, just that, well, maybe this would even things up a little?

Impulsively, she reached down into the water and pulled her shirt off over her head, whipped it about once and tossed it away, sending it flying over Breezy and landing with a wet slap a few feet behind her on the edge of the pool. "How about now?" Becky asked, grinning with confidence as she struck her topless pose, even though most of what was now uncovered was underwater.

Becky's confidence lasted all of a half a second. Almost instantly her eyes were darting over to where the shirt had landed and before Breezy could even react Becky was breaking her pose and trying to reach around the redhead to grab her shirt back. "I uh, I didn't think this through." She said, glancing about nervously not that anyone would ever be able to see them, "can you uh..." she motioned towards the shirt on the other side of Breezy, hoping the girl would take mercy and hand it back.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed


Breezy snorted. Really, it was Becky's fault. They were giggling and saying stupid things and there was light kicking in the water. And suddenly a soft spray was caught by the breeze at the same time that she inhaled. And it led to quite the embarrassing moment on her part. It was only when she calmed down and could breathe normally again through her mouth that she realized her friend was taking off her shirt.

A deep blush formed across her lips and her eyes widened. She knew Becky was bold and this thing between them was building to something intimate. But it still sent her mind reeling as her friend's naked body was on full display for the first time. "Beh..." That was all she said as breasts that she had been admiring from afar were now bare and very close to her. She caught a glimpse of where the shirt had fallen behind her but her eyes were glued on Becky.

"I...mm, you, mmm." What started off as a bumbling break in her thoughts turned into an admission (to herself as well as to her bestie) that things were going in a direction that she liked. An awkward, scary direction - but something she can't say she hadn't dwelled on in the moments before falling asleep. She willed the confidence to helped her friend who looked nervous as well. "You are so bea..."

Then Becky retreated and asked for her shirt back. "Oh, yeah, of course." Breezy pushed herself up on the edge of the tub and grabbed at the shirt. She quickly sloshed back into the water before handing the wet but concealing and comforting fabric back to her. "We can go in if you want."

She leaned over and placed a soft kiss to Becky's cheek, right near the corner of her mouth. A full-on kiss might have overly soured the already iffy moment, chlorine not helping in the least. She smiled at the pretty, self-conscious lady in a way that hopefully said she was fine with whatever. "Wine. Wine is good, we should get more of that."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky couldn't help but fill a surge of pride and confidence as Breezy was now the one who could only address the other by the first syllable of their name. Beh, she said, the most beautiful sound Becky could imagine in that moment. There they were. Buh and Beh. Becky grinned as she imagined life like this, two total hotties constantly blowing each other's minds! Yeah! She giggled at the thought, and the image of flustered Breezy, no longer feeling quite so self-conscious and anxious as she hugged her arms across herself.

A part of her very quickly fantasized about Breezy saying no, no you can't have your shirt back and then, well, the fantasy splintered into a million different directions from there, each yummier than the one before. But sweet Breezy of course was fetching her shirt and Becky breathed a sigh of relief as she caught the wet thing.

She pulled a face at it. It was wet and soggy and wouldn't feel good. She didn't wanna wear it. But it made her at ease that she had the option.

She didn't put it on, just kept one arm across her chest, a lazy effort that she knew was doomed to failure in terms of actually covering herself. Plus, she'd had a moment to panic and calm down and honestly she realized she had no problem with Breezy seeing her boobs. Or the rest of her. In fact, a not so small voice in her head was saying just stay topless. Breezy thinks she can strut around all sexy (nevermind that Becky's trick was the reason Breezy was dressed that way) why don't you show her up?!? It was a good argument.

She tossed her soaked t-shirt to Breezy with a grin. "Hey, would you put that in the hamper?" She made a mental note she needed to do laundry later. "And yes. Wine. Bring wine." Queen Becky was just assuming that Breezy was offering to go fetch it.

She paused and then grinned at her friend . "Oh and if you want to put on an actual swimsuit raid my closet all you like." She grinned.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed


Breezy wouldn't ever think she was being ordered around. Or really, wouldn't stop herself from being ordered around. It was a trap she fell into a great too many times in her own life. She loved doing favors for those close to her and even those she didn't know well, or at all, could probably just add a smile, and Breezy would oblige any request. Besides, Becky just had a very vulnerable moment there. Shouldn't her good friend do almost anything to help her feel better?

Standing up on her way inside, she did half-pretend to wring out the water from Becky's sodden top over the beauty's hair. She giggled as she scurried inside afterward. It had only been a few drops that landed on her shoulders (and probably her bountiful, bare breasts - Breezy was trying her best to not ogle her friend, so she wasn't quite sure). It was only when she was inside and tossing the shirt in the dryer that her mind started working out what just happened.

"Heeeyyy." She said with a chuckle, more to herself in a tone that might not have been audible outside. She smirked and looked out at the nude lady lounging in the water. Well, if Becky was going to play that game. Breezy went to rummage through her friend's stuff while her mind came up with a plan.

A few minutes later she came out in a suit that was mimicking a certain itty bitty teeny weeny yellow number of old. The pale yellow and her light skin made it almost seem even more 'barely there'. She came out with a bottle of wine but no glasses.

She casually slipped back into the water, letting her legs cross over Becky's bare thighs. "Back. Didja miss me?" She smiled and held up the wine bottle before taking a sip directly from it. "Oh," she mumbled a poor, swishy excuse for having 'forgotten' the glasses. She shrugged and leaned close, placing a wine flavored kiss on her friend's lips.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky let herself sink just a little into the water, in an effort to submerge her boobs and feel a bit less self-conscious about having just whipped them out in front of her friend. Yeah, that wasn't weird at all Becky, great job! But as she did Breezy threatened to twist out of her favorite shirt over her still dry head. "AHHHH!" Becky squealed like a little girl and moved like she'd just seen a facehugger about to strike, throwing both hands up and kicking away from the wall of the pool desperately! Only to realize far too late that Breezy had just been faking her out.

"Oooooh." She shook her head and glared at the departing, distracting form of Breezy. "I'm gonna get her." Becky muttered. "Probably gonna hug her first. But then I'm gonna get her." She sighed. "Nah. Just hugging seems fine." How could one ever be mad at Breezy? She was too cool. Becky resumed her perch on the little bench built into the side of the pool and closed her eyes, letting the hot sun and the cool water let her drift away.

Becky opened her eyes just in time to see Breezy slipping back into the pool next to her in an absolutely excellent choice of swimwear. She moved to face the girl a little, letting their bare legs cross over each others in a comforting tangle.

"Desperately." Becky said with a breathless smile as Breezy asked if she'd missed her. She only noticed there were no glasses briefly, and wasn't even annoyed as her friend leaned in.

Becky decided to just be super extra. She threw her arms around Breezy and smushed the girl into her body, holding her super tight and close and delivered a series of rapid-fire kisses all over the girl's pretty face. 

"See!" Becky grinned, as if having just proved how much she'd missed her friend.

[Peripherie]

Name: Brielle "Breezy" Garin
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: NOW in this scantily clad and lacy black negligee supplied by Becky
Location: In Becky's suite
Tagging:Becky (RedPhoenix), Closed


Breezy smiled. It was such an odd time to feel ... comfortable and content. There she was, in just a scrap of clothing with her good friend who was in quite a lot less, pressing their bodies together in the cold water of the pool in the warmth of the desert heat. And yes, she had felt the excited flutter of butterfly wings as she walked back out with a bottle of wine and a plan - but now, she just gave out a long sigh of happiness.

"Good." She giggled the word out between kisses that were covering her face with a determination to not miss an inch of skin. Perhaps kisses were the new sunscreen. She was still giggly and feeling the pull of both Becky and the wine as she offered her friend a sip. "Here." Perhaps it was intentional, or it was just the way that the heavy glass bottle shifted as she tried to bring the mouth of it to her friend's lips - but there was soon a very loud "oops" as liquid spilled across Becky's lips, down her chin, and splashed across the pretty skin of her chest. Pressed so close, Breezy was splashed with tine red speckles of it as well. 

The redhead bit her lip and blushed, but that was less about what she had done and more about what she was going to do next. She leaned close, closer than they already were, and began to kiss and lick the offending liquid away. First against Becky's lips, then down her jawline, along the curve of her neck, and beginning to lap the drops of wine that pooled at the hollow of her throat.

And she didn't stop kissing, even after the wine was gone.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: Early afternoon, random day, between events
Wearing: Lazy Couture
Location: Becky-Ville
Tagging: Breezy (Peripherie), Closed



Becky was having the time of her life. Finally, she was relaxed, happy, and felt like she hadn't a care in the world. No matter how goofy she felt, Breezy just played it off in a way that made the poor girl from Mississippi feel magical.

"Thanks yeah I - " she reached for the bottle but Breezy was moving the bottle to her mouth instead of her hand and - a fumble here - a nudge there - a laughing "oh whoops oh my god" - and Becky felt the wine over her body as she laughed out loud. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I - oh."

Breezy had done the hottest fucking thing ever. She'd moved in and started to drink off of Becky. "Ohhhh." Becky repeated, eyes widening and body tensing as all of those nerves that seemed so far away a moment ago came rushing back like a damn had burst. She breathed in sharply, one hand clenching tightly where it had been resting peacefully around Breezy's waist, the other tensing and releasing in the water uselessly.

Slack-jawed, wide-eyed, Becky watched as Breezy's beautiful delicate lips nibbled at her skin, the contrast in color, Becky's skin, Breezy's skin, Breezy's hair, the water, all swirling together in a beautiful swirl as Becky couldn't help but arch her back into this. "Oh god." She whispered, feeling herself respond the way any sane person would. She opened her mouth to say something. No, there was nothing to say. There was just a need.

The chest she'd been trying to keep hidden underwater was lifted as Becky straightened her back out, propped one arm on the side of the pool, and raised the upper half of her torso out of the water, watching Breezy with hopeful, needy eyes. Would she do it? Would she keep going? For a desperate moment Becky thought of grabbing the bottle and pouring it all over her chest, or just grabby Breezy's beautiful red hair and forcing her down there, but no, no, that would ruin whatever moment they were having. Plus she didn't have it in her to really do either of those things, just dream about it.

Holding her breath she willed Breezy to keep going, willed it with all her might. "Please." She whispered, eyesbrows arched, lips sucked in, looking like she might put her hands together in prayer and beg if that wouldn't have put them in the way. "Please?" She asked again, nervous, scared, and very, very, much needing this.

[Peripherie]

Scene continued here - >:)!

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 16 June 2020, late
Wearing: Green suit
Location: Quos Residential No. 5
Tagging: Olivia

Coming from The Mirage, he would drunkenly fumble his keys into the locked door of Quos Residential Number Five. Once he got the door open, he led Olivia inside. Even in the haze, even though he had been living there a week now, there was still a stately magic to the suite he called home.

"Welcome to my not-so-humble abode, my stately manse." He laughed as he closed the door. "Let's get to the tour." He threw his jacket at a nearby chair. Leading her into the bathroom first, "As I promised, bathtub big enough to swim in, and a stand in shower." Next, back out and to the French doors that led to a modest deck area. "My own view of the desert." He gestured wide with his arm. "And there's the bed, fit for three kings." He said after leading her back inside. "There's also satellite TV and a coffee maker. No tiny soaps, unfortunately." Laughing at his own joke, he sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 16, late
Wearing: Light green shirt dress, no hat
Location: Quos Residential No. 5
Tagging: Joseph

Liv let their fingers twist and mingle together as they headed back to his suite. She would claim if asked; it was just to help them both stay upright in their intoxicated state. And perhaps that was the case. Once inside his room, she realized that each of the hotel suits was equally lavish but beautifully unique. He gave her a tour, seemingly quite proud of his abode and the amenities within. She happily oo'd and awww'd at each thing, especially the large bathtub and the view from outside.

But then their attention centered on the bed. It was a massive fixture in the space and what most people seek to look at first when booking a hotel room. If it was anything like hers, sleeping on it was heavenly. As he sat on the edge, she had a naughty memory of how she had 'tested out' the bed in her room. Kicking off her shoes, she nodded at his assessment of how many kings it could fit. "Hmm, well, I do think you are quite right about that. But," There was a mischievous look in her eyes and a corner of her mouth raised to show off one side of her canine teeth in a pointy way that meant she was about to be up to something.

"But could three kings bounce on it?" And with that, she climbed on the bed and began to jump up and down in the middle.

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 16 June 2020, late
Wearing: Green suit
Location: Quos Residential No. 5
Tagging: Olivia


"I doubt I could bounce on it. He replied as he watched her begin to jump up and down. "I suppose I could try." Crawling on the bed, he uneasily stood up and began to bounce. Luckily, the ceilings were vaulted, so he was less likely to hit his head. He had his misgivings about bouncing while drunk, especially after a meal. But, he put those thoughts aside and bounced anyway.

After a few minutes of the constant bouncing, he finally collapsed on the bed. Catching his breath, he couldn't stop laughing, he was actually having fun. Pure, innocent, joyful fun. For the first time in a while, it seemed as though he were at peace with himself. Really, for the first time since his stepfather died, Joseph Edwards was happy, not just content. But, with the bouncing having stopped came back the more pervasive thoughts. How far was this going to go? How far were either of them willing to go? He sat up, and prepared to start bouncing again, not wanting to keep his attention on such questions.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 16, late
Wearing: Light green shirt dress, no hat
Location: Quos Residential No. 5
Tagging: Joseph

It was an odd, kind of awkward, fun. They bounced and tried to both stay near each other as not to fall on the floor but far enough away to not collide and end up with painful lumps on their heads. Liv was soon a giggly, heavily-breathing mess. Joseph went down first, but he had a smile on his face. At first, she worried that it was more a grimace at feeling sick or hurt. But as she began to sway a little sway on top of the comforter, she could inspect his face more closely. Yep, a smile! That was nice to see - as if she had made some positive impact on him. Or at least, on how his night was going.

Olivia tried to sit gracefully down beside him in a curtsy like fashion, but her ankles betrayed her - causing her to spin and land backward, into and across Joseph's lap. "Ooof!" She lay stunned for a moment as she realized what happened. Then came the blush.

"My bad, sorry." She quickly moved to smooth her short dress down over her thighs as sections of the fabric had ridden up to the tops of her legs. She swept a few loose strands of hair out of her face and started to attempt to move back to her section of the bed. But there was a drawback to how comfy, plush, and luxurious the mattress was - it made quick maneuvering more difficult. All that she accomplished was wiggling and scooting and pressing against him.

Another quick mouthing of 'sorry' and she let out a playful huff. "That's it; I'm stuck." Was she? Perhaps her coordination was still greatly handicapped by her alcohol consumption, or maybe there was a pull between them that was just starting to take control of how that night was going to go.

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 16 June 2020, late
Wearing: Green suit
Location: Quos Residential No. 5
Tagging: Olivia


Olivia landing right in his lap was softened by the luxury and softness of the bedding. The way her skirt rode up gave Joseph the ever so slightest peek at her thighs. The way she scooted and wiggled, while unintentional, began to awaken something within him. Sure, it was already awoken by the dancing moment they had shared outside, but now it was even more so. The tone of the night was shifting.

"Sure. You're "stuck". He whispered, reciprocating her playfulness. He found himself uncomfortable. It was understandable, being in the position he was in. The precipice of something, the hint of a moment, the edge of glory. Shifting himself slightly, he rested his back against the headboard of the bed. What to do, what to do? After a rather pregnant pause, he decided. He pressed his lips to her cheek abruptly, not lingering too long. Afterwards, he looked her in the eyes, letting her decide on the next course of action.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 16, late
Wearing: Light green shirt dress, no hat
Location: Quos Residential No. 5
Tagging: Joseph

Joseph seemed to be evaluating something as he looked at her. Her fingers gripped at the sheets as her breath stilled, waiting for his reaction. And then this hardened rocker placed a soft kiss to her cheek. Liv smile, cracking into almost a laugh as she suddenly felt both comforted and empowered. She shifted her weight, finally feeling free of the comfy prison of blankets, and moved to sit up. Pressing her hands over the thickness of his shoulders, she pulled her self out of the hollow of his lap. This didn't wholly separate them, however. Liv settled back close to Joseph, this time straddling his waist with her feet moving to tangle in the sheets between his back and the headboard. Now, who was the one who couldn't move?

That smile remained, but it was less passive and now had a hunt of hunger at the corners. Her fingers walked up to the long lines on either side of his neck before settling into the hair at his nape. The lingered there without moving much as she wanted to focus on what she had planned for his lips. This had been building since he met her on the dance floor. Or was it something that started back when she approached him in the lobby of the hotel? It didn't matter when all that was between them was an inch of air.

Then not even that. Olivia let her lips press against his with a soft little sigh of anticipation. A sweet lick followed, as if might have questioned her intentions.

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 16 June 2020, late
Wearing: Green suit
Location: Quos Residential No. 5
Tagging: Olivia

Joseph couldn't help but to notice the way her overall aura seemed to change. The way she shifted, seemingly locking him in place with her legs. His clothes suddenly felt heavy, as if they were wet and he were carrying bricks in every available pocket. "Guess I'm the one "stuck" now." He laughed after she had positioned herself just right. Those were the words he found, and he frantically began searching for more, even though it seemed that words weren't necessary.

But then, her energy seemed to change further. Her lips met his, and that meeting brought a surge through his body. On instinct, his tongue darted out to meet hers. His hands moved to caress her face, taking the reins back as the kiss deepened. Once an eternity seemed to pass, he let the kiss come to its natural conclusion. Resting his forehead against hers, Joseph tried to catch his breath.

"I want this. I need this." He said in a barely audible whisper. What this was, he wasn't one hundred percent sure. All he knew was that he had to have whatever it was, and he was willing to go as far as she would let him go to get what he wanted. From the intensity of what they had just shared, she had to feel the same way.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 16, late
Wearing: Light green shirt dress, no hat
Location: Quos Residential No. 5
Tagging: Joseph

Her poor dress had ridden up beyond her thighs and was now relegated to the status of a long shirt - exposing more than just the pale, soft skin of her legs. It was perhaps a good thing that she had worn something that matched, but it was less bad and more embarrassing that it was a small green thong that was thin enough to be transparent. Joseph didn't seem to mind her choices, not at all.

Liv was melting into the growing kiss, pressing back as he did, tangling up with his tongue when he parted his lips. Only when they were breathless did she open her eyes again, nuzzling her cheek into his hand as what they were doing registered. He said he needed this. She nodded eagerly against his forehead, wanting this building heat between them to continue. Her free hands left his neck and moved to untie his accessory from around her hair - letting her locks fall down her shoulders and within his reach. The tie wasn't forgotten though; she threaded it around his neck - using the ends to tug and pull him closer as she leaned back. The effect was her movement was two-fold - to press him closer so that her hips would sink and strain against his own, and to get him to equally tug and hold her in back as she tilted away.

When their lips met again, she whispered 'yes'  between kisses. An answer to an offer he hadn't given. But it was there, a decision and a desire to take things even further.

[taurinekitten]

Name: Phoebe De'Makis
Date | Time: June 16th | Late
Wearing: This
Location: Suites
Tagging: Apollo

As he went to pick her up she jumped playfully in his arms, long tan legs wrapping around him, her arms on his shoulders as their lips locked again in passionate kissing. His hands slid under her ass as he pressed her against the wall, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her tongue danced with his and as she pulled back to catch her breath, her teeth pulled lightly on his bottom lip. What am I doing? The question burned at her thoughts but she pushed it away. Stop thinking, stop worrying and just have fun. The truth of it was it had been a while since she'd allowed herself to indulge in the physical comfort of another. Sure, it was probably like riding a bike, hop back on and it will all come back, but for a moment she felt awkward and unsure of herself.

The elevator wall felt cold against her wet skin, a contrast to the heat being shared between their bodies. The varying temperatures mixed with the earlier intake of alcohol was making her head spin. She ached to feel him inside her, she wanted him to take her right there in the elevator. "You're making it so hard to be a good girl." She whispered in his ear, her hand caressing the back of his neck as she nibbled from his ear to his shoulder blade.

A ding made her jump, thankfully he was holding tightly enough onto her that she didn't fall to the floor. He set her down and she quickly tied her top back up, folding the towel over her arm and standing there as if nothing happened. Just in time as the doors opened and a handful of people shuffled in, dressed in colors that hinted they were on their way to the club. She drew her lips in tightly, hoping to avoid bursting out in laughter.

With another flash of a grin, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out onto the floor before the doors closed. Must longer on the elevator and she wasn't sure if she would be able to contain herself. As soon as it was clear, she surprised him by jumping back into his arms, her hand waving in the direction of her room. "Mmm, that way I think?" She giggled, fidgeting with her room key to check the number on it.

They fumbled half kissing and half laughing as they managed to find her suite. She was pressed up against the door as her hand struggled to get the door open with the key. "Don't drop me now." She grinned, her lips diving into his again as the door opened.

She hadn't been in her room but a minute, her bags sprawled on the floor from where she picked through them looking for clothes. Other than that the room hadn't been used. She looked forward to testing out the strength of the bed and the softness of the bedding with him.

After setting her down again, she made her way to the bathroom, starting the shower up for the two of them. She walked over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. The lust and longing she felt were written clearly all over her face, her hair was wet and sticking to her shoulders and back. I look a hot mess. She smiled, shaking her head. I'm sure if he felt that way he wouldn't be out there waiting to take a shower with me.

Her hand moved under the flowing water. Happy with the temperature, she let the wet pieces of her suit fall to the floor before stepping in. The spray of warm water felt relaxing against her scalp, her head tilted back to feel the flow of water.  This is nice. So nice. She hummed happily for a minute before sticking her head out and shouting in his direction. "Care to join me? I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

Best to get clean now, she thought, It's about to get hot, steamy and dirty.

[Gannameade]

Name: Apollo King Date | Time | June 16th | Late Wearing:   Swim wear Location:  Pool / Hot tub Tagging: Phoebe His fingers kneaded her ripe behind, he was feeling her lips and tongue against his own he was relishing in her kisses and the feel of her lips against his own. He wasn’t in a hurry as he wanted to be very through with her and her pleasure. He was enjoying the feel of her behind in his and she didn’t shy away from his touch or her affection upon him. She was pulling on his lips and he moved her against him not hiding his want of her at all. The feel of her pinned between him and the wall, in another life, he would have started their tryst right here on the elevator, but he didn’t want them to have to stop or get arrested given the security that might have been her with the cameras about. She was safe for the moment. “What makes you think you are not a good girl…I think you are a very good girl. His hand at the small of her back clearly inside of her panties fully cupping her rear now. He groaned as she nibbled on his ear and kissed down to his shoulder blade. “Mmmmm…umm yeah…don’t be good!” He groaned. With the opening of the elevator doors, the wind wafted over their wet skin and he stepped off the elevator since she didn’t specify he was headed to his room, but when she pulled back from him as they moved to give him directions he smirked seeing she was direct them to her room. That and her gesturing in that direction. He carried her easily. Their rooms weren’t far apart at all but since she was fumbling with her key he assumed she would be more comfortable at her place with any luck later she would be willing to switch to his. With her, in his arms, he felt the warmth and comfort of her before they reached her door. His hand moved up to finger through her hair. He pulled her into him, his kissing was focused but misdirected too as he didn’t want to get past her place. “I don’t think I will be dropping you, I have so much more I want and need to do to you.” He teased. Once the door opened he moved her inside kissing her much easily as he closed the door, he locked it and put the hook on it just in case someone would get the DND message. He smirked as she hadn’t unpacked he didn’t feel bad for as long as he had been here he still hadn’t fully unpacked either. He was pretty sure they were going to take a shower first as he was eager to both taste her and hear her right now. They were probably going to be less apt to break the bed then. She would very well be used to him by then and they could very much use to each other by morning hopefully. Tbc...Here

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: In the hall outside the suite and then...inside
Tagging: Delaney




Delaney had always been playful and despite giving the impression at times that she was not aware of her undeniable sexuality, she very much was aware of herself. Very little about Delaney was accidental and he was very much a fan of that.  If you paid attention to her...if you made the effort to understand her and be present...the rewards would be abundant.

She was teasing about his dog, Fomo.  She also wasn't.  Fomo enjoyed face timing with Delaney almost as much as he did and initially he thought that maybe Delaney was just being really supportive and charming about his dog.  In the end he realized that Delaney just loves dogs...and while Fomo was work at times, she was an easy dog to love.

Thoughts of Delaney being thrilled about Fomo being at the resort disappeared when she pressed the curve of her bottom against him; shifting her hips slightly...enticingly...  Tonight was going to be fantastic.

Moreso the next forty-three nights.

After night forty-three...well...he was going to make sure they'd had plenty of discussions about night forty-four and beyond.

He could hear Fomo snuffling at the door and he felt a flare of guilt for leaving her alone in a new environment so quickly.  He'd make it up to her.  Bringing Delaney back was going to be reward enough for the curious little dog who loved new people.  He gave Delaney a stern look, and lifted a single eyebrow imperiously and growling low at the gorgeous brunette as he opened the door to his...now their suite.

"You are going to have be very...very convincing for me to allow you to get out of bed."

Only to turn into a grin as he stepped into the suite.  Grinning because he was kidding with her about getting out of bed right?  Certainly not because he was greeted by an eager little golden retriever.

He settled smoothly into a crouch in front of the golden retriever who was decidedly small for her breed.  Still a medium-sized sort of dog but definitely on the small side.  She sat in front of where he was crouched, her tail wagging so vigorously it was causing her to tip from one side to the other.

"Hello!" , he spoke in a lighter tone than normal, quiet but earnest.  His hands moving over the dog's face, stroking her fur a few times as she continued to squirm in excitement. "Hi good girl, hi!  I'm so glad you're here too.  I am!" Somehow...while staying seated she still had managed to scooch closer and had put her front paws on one of his knees.  Lifting up higher to nuzzle and his neck and beard as he continued to pet her.  "Okay...go say hello.  Go see Delaney!  Go say hi!"

Fomo moved immediately, letting her front paws hit the floor as Mark stood once more.  She moved quickly to be in front of Delaney, all while her tail wagged with so much force it caused her to walk crooked as though she were drunk.  Delaney could feel Fomo's cold, wet nose against her bare shin, then a quick lick of the dog's tongue only to worm her way between Delaney's feet.  Standing now between Delaney's legs with only her furry behind and wagging tail now visible.

Mark gave Delaney a somewhat apologetic grin.  "She's hoping for a bum scratch.  It's kindof her thing."

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, Late ish
Wearing: This dress, and these heels.
Location: Inside their suite.
Tagging: Mark | Closed



The lock clicked then the door opened with the smooth, quiet sound and cool rush of air only experienced in hotels. At first glance, the only thing that didn’t seem relatively standard was the precious pupper face waiting to greet them.

Delaney was enamored and it took a good measure of control to keep from immediately fussing over Fomo.

Like a relatively reasonable person, she waited patiently for the door to close behind them and for Mark to greet first…which was also impossibly endearing. There was a feeling as if something drastically missing from her life had finally fallen into place, and she smiled like an idiot as she watched them interact.  He was sweet with her, and there was absolutely nothing about Fomo that wasn’t charming.

When it was finally Delaney’s turn she was delighted to accommodate any and all of the dog’s requests for bum scratches, and after calmly allowing Fomo to take account of her went about her blessed task.

“It’s oddly fitting that we met in bed…”

It might have seemed as though she wasn’t going to comment on his remark, but as things settled into a comfortable rhythm with Fomo, she saw no reason not to expand playfully on the topic.

Delaney crouched down and loosened the straps on her heels then slid them off. Once they were neatly set aside she lowered herself to kneel on the floor and continued to snuggle the sweetly excited but relatively subdued golden retriever, quietly cooing to her about how she was the goodest girl ever.

Which must have continued for the better part of ten minutes before Fomo settled, Delaney executed the last of the scratches then gently extracted herself from the darling mass of fuzz in order to cross the room back to Mark….who had thus far seemed to simply be waiting patiently for the both of them to finish cuddling.

He was treated to a kiss for his troubles, a soft, lingering one broken gently by a grin and a murmur.

“Your dog is unreasonably adorable…I’m so tickled you brought her.”

[Jenibee124]

Name: Scarlett Woods
Date | Time: June 17th, 9am
Wearing: As pictured
Location: Scarlett's Quos Suite
Tagging: CLOSED

Scarlett's heels clicked against the marble floors, her steps steady like ticking clock as she strolled down the hallway. Her back slumped, and her head bowed, she searched for her suite number again on the paperwork the front desk agent provided her. It was hard to make out the correct room, her eyes swollen and red from miserable tears. Once she located her suite, Scarlett let herself inside. She took in her new surroundings with a sniffle, and she found the humid air tasting stale. Her lungs strained, and her muscles ached as Scarlett explored her room further. Scarlett knew that this place would offer her sanctuary if she allowed it. Yet, the pain still was far too raw that all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and weep until she fell asleep.

Scarlett reached her bedroom and found her belongings already neatly tucked in the corner along with her acoustic guitar. She stared at the face for a long while, endless memories flashing before her eyes. It was her first and only instrument that Scarlett possessed, and it helped her through her best and worst moments.  If only she could still see it that way before her biggest betrayal. Now it is nothing but a haunting reminder of the lifestyle she leads, her happiness shattered so profoundly, she doesn't know how to find all the pieces to glue it all back together.

Scarlett shook her head in shame, turning away from the instigating token towards her bed. Her face suddenly wrinkled in question when she finds a medium-sized black box wrapped perfectly in purple ribbon placed at the foot of the bed. Scarlett reached for the note attached and read it out loud with curiosity.

"Scarlett, I know that life can be so cruel," she sighed. "But you are the toughest person I know. You're going to bounce back from this. I love you and can't wait for you to rush back home. P.S In case, you do find the man of your dreams, I got you this dress for your first date. Remember to have fun, and whatever happens, happens!"

Scarlett shook her head with a chuckle. Her guardian and mother figure, Vivian, always knew how to cheer her up. Scarlett opened the box and found a figure-hugging short black dress. She held up the dress with a cocked brow.

"Cute, but where's the rest of it?" she asked herself.

Scarlett tossed the dress to the side to take a seat on the plush comforter. She kept staring down at Vivian's note, pondering her encouraging words. Scarlett knew she had to get out of the haze somehow, and the one thing she needed before thinking any further was waiting for her at the bar.

"I need a good shower," she sighed. "and some tequila."

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth

Date | Time: The Time That Becky Leaves plus a few days

Wearing: none of your business
Location:  bed

Tagging: Becky, closed.


Elizabeth flopped onto her bed, frustrated. The walk hadn't helped, Apollo tried but hadn't helped, the shower hadn't helped, the late night swim hadn't helped, the time in the jacuzzi hadn't helped. The chocolate hadn't even helped, and it was world class chocolate.

"Fuck my life!" She screamed into a pillow, beating the obscenely comfortable bed with her little hands. Shortly, she moved on to kicking it as well. Wiping angrily at her tears, the crippled girl thought of something she hadn't tried yet. She picked up her phone and powered it on, logging on to the employee Wi-Fi that she had managed to secure access to.

There were only like 6 contacts in her phone, and the one she truly wanted to talk to started with 'Buh'.

She hesitated, debating whether or not she wanted to spill out her heart to someone who was still basically a stranger.

But despite herself, she began texting.

"Hi Becky,

This is Elizabeth from Caravanserai.

How are you? I heard your plane arrived safely and I'm glad. I hope you're settling into your home or wherever you went. I hate it here.

No, that's not the least bit true. I love the sunrise over the hills and how it reflects off the sand, I love the pool at dusk and how the water gets darker and deeper as the sun sets. I love how the Stars spread across the sky and the milky way is so incredibly bright or how the moonlight makes everything silver. I found a little family of foxes that come out at night.

But I hate the people here. They're all so self-absorbed and shallow. Several of them keep trying to get me drunk. I haven't made any friends. I don't think I know how to make friends. I don't want to leave Caravanserai and I don't want to go home. But I don't know if I can just keep walking around the desert out here, and see all the cool ruins and stuff.

I think they're going to offer me a job, and Apollo sounds completely serious about hosting an art show for me. Both these things are terrifying to me. I just don't know what to do. I.... I have such mixed feelings about everything. It's so hard.

I'm super sorry to vent at you like this, but I... I don't... I'm sorry. I'll go to sleep now.

Elizabeth."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: The Time That Becky Leaves plus a few days
Wearing: Pictured
Location: New Orleans
Tagging: Elizabeth, closed.



The response came quickly.

"hey girl!!!" followed by all sorts of colors of hearts.

"I brought a little house in New Orleans! It's super cute you'd love it!"

"You can always come stay with me til you get back on your feet if things don't work out there!"

"You're not gonna make friends in the desert girl! Foxes never call back." a tongue sticking out and a fox face emoji.

"Hey sometimes people get drunk with you cuz they like you! It's not the worst thing in the world."

"You push people away darling. Don't get all cranky cuz they respect that."

"Love you babe. Come see me sometime ok?"

About a dozen hug emojis followed.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth

Date | Time: The Time That Becky Leaves plus a few days

Wearing: none of your business
Location:  bed

Tagging: Becky, closed.

She lifted her head from the pillow, not having expected Becky to have written back so quickly. She smiled a little wistfully at all the hearts and the news.

"New Orleans? that sounds like a really good match for you! I've always kind of wanted to go there and try beignets and see the French quarter and Jackson square and the aquarium. See sites associated with Vodoun.  People watch." Influenced by Becky, she put a coffee cup and a little church and people dancing.

She stared at the phone for a good long while, unsure how she felt about the offer to come visit, or how serious Becky was in extending it. Even if the other woman truly meant it, could Elizabeth justify intruding like that? She really didn't know Becky all that well. Just that she was extremely kind.

"Foxes may not call back, but they are the best conversation I've had in a week."

She stared at the phone yet again, looking almost shocked. Very very hesitantly, she typed out a couple of sentences. "I do what now? Explain? Please? " She did have to smile at being called cranky though. Oh Becky.

The word love caused far far too much confusion for Elizabeth to even dream of touching at this point, especially considering the week she'd been having.

So she picked the easy route, texting "I want to see your house!! Send me a picture please?"

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: The Time That Becky Leaves plus a few days
Wearing: Pictured
Location: New Orleans
Tagging: Elizabeth, closed.



The responses booped back as fast as Elizabeth's messages went out.

First come a picture of a bright yellow two story house surrounded by lush green, with balconies and porches that went around the entire house, with an oversized roof over the whole thing. "Okay so it's sort of outside town, but isn't it adorable? It looks like it's wearing a big hat!" Followed by many smiley faces. It was an expensive house, but likely nowhere near what a house that size would cost in a more affluent part of the world.

"Don't worry we can still go to the French Quarter! They have Uber here." Followed by the now familiar tongue stuck out face.

"You know what I mean. You get all prickly and then sad when people don't wanna be prickled."

"Okay I gotta go but you lemme know when you're coming! Or don't, I got more rooms than I'll ever need now. Just show up! Love you!" Followed by another kissy face.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth

Date | Time: The Time That Becky Leaves plus a few days

Wearing: none of your business
Location:  bed

Tagging: Becky, closed.


"it's gorgeous!!!! Congratulations!!!" She typed back, meaning it. She almost didn't even feel any envy. It was hard to begrudge Becky anything.

Uber? Could Becky not drive? Even Elizabeth could drive, though she had to stop every thirty minutes or so to stretch her leg

"We have cameler. Not that I can ride a camel."

She held the phone, refreshing the screen every time it started to go into standby mode. Prickly? Push people away? Hell. She... Guessed that was probably true. Becky had no reason to lie about it? But... that wasn't really Elizabeth's goal... She sighed, hard, swallowing her pride and some tears. "How are you so nice to people?" It was really hard to type that, hinting as it did about so many of her issues, but she sent it.

And... Apparently Becky was completely serious about having a random... Houseguest? Housemate? Crazy redhead in the attic for the true Southern Gothic feel? For an undetermined amount of time. Becky was insane! .....Did that count as being prickly? Probably. This was going to be miserably hard.

And she had used the L word. Again. Surely she just meant it in a 'Becky Loves Everybody' kind of way? Surely? Still... very few people had ever said that to Elizabeth.

"Sleep well. Thank you for talking to me."

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Inside Mark's Suite
Tagging: Delaney





Delaney was a lot to deal with.  None of which was particularly a problem but even watching her crouch to remove her heels only to then slip to her knees and continue to say hello and shower Fomo with affection was enough to get his heart racing.  He didn't want to like her this much...this fast.

It was more than just her being devastatingly attractive.

It was more than just the fact that they'd come close to having sex multiple times but in the end...did not.  For no other reason than it seemed like both of them wanted the first time to be...perfect.  He suspected it didn't get much more perfect than this.  She took as much time as necessary to satisfy Fomo and her need for attention and affection.  It was incredibly charming and he was more than happy to patient watch Delaney with his dog.  Feeling a growing sense of...normalcy inside this fantasy world that had been gifted to them for the foreseeable future.

When she approached him...drawing closer, he was reminded once more of just how small she was.  How precious and finely wrought her features were aside from the lush promise of her figure.  One hand moved to rest firmly upon the swell of her ass.  Pressing against her and feeling the warmth of her body beneath the fabric of her dress.  His hand lifted her gently...resolutely upon onto her toes.  Letting the scent of her wash over him and he gave her a small smile as she confided in him about how bringing Fomo made her happy.

His other hand moved to brush across the side of her neck.  Holding her with reverence even as the hand on her ass took a more possessive, hungry hold upon her.

He wasn't a subtle sort of guy nor was he the type to leave something unclear for misinterpreting.  He'd learned that in his previous job and while still new, what he and Delaney had was far too precious to him to risk things not being clear.  His voice was low...warm...altogether different from a few moments before when he was saying hello to Fomo who had found what appeared to be one of Mark's t-shirts, had taken it to a nearby sofa and was now curled up atop it.

"So all of that...bringing Fomo.  That was part of the plan.  She's part of my life and you...I very much want you to be a part of my life, Delaney.  I want you to stay here...in this suite with me.  I want you to know what it's like to live with me."

Keeping her held to him, he lowered his mouth slowly to find hers in a light, lingering kiss...before his hand on her neck tilted her head slightly and he kissed he along the length of her jaw.

"I want you with me every moment of the day...and I want every part of you."

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, Late ish
Wearing: This dress.
Location: Inside their suite.
Tagging: Mark | Closed



Having sex on Love Hurts would have been easy. One of the easiest things she had ever done. It was an emotional, isolating experience and there came a point where the deep human drive for connection took center stage. That was the reason so many couples professed falling in love there, then, once reintegrated with the real world and forced to adjust back to the semblance of a normal life, the feelings faded…changed.

Their life would never be normal in the sense most people understood it. There was no going back from the kind of dysfunction and turmoil they had both experienced on Love Hurts, and it made her understandably wary of how quickly they moved as a couple.

As a couple.

Her hands cupped his face and the kiss stretched a few heartbeats longer than expected before she felt the brush of his lips against her jawline instead.
There was a minor surge of panic…a subtle, unexpected tension as he mentioned life…something beyond the comfortable nightly facetiming and text messages. Something real.

Exhaustion.

Reality.

Both made firm contact in her mind.

And yet…something about him was different. For a few short seconds she couldn’t help but remember what a failure she was at commitment. There was the matter of their careers…their lives…all of which were built firmly apart from each other.

But they also had six weeks to explore the idea, and by god if the man wasn’t lovable. That deep, genuine, forever kind of love. 
Delaney was silent at first, then she slowly wrapped her arms around him and drew her body flush against his.

“Unzip my dress.” She spoke quietly, her tone intimate and categorically decisive. It was both permission and an affirmation of the shared desire to be together despite any apprehension about the long term.

They’d have plenty of time tomorrow to parse everything, tonight she simply wanted to revel in the fact that she could touch him.

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 1 July 2025
Wearing: Black button down open to the solar plexus, sleeves rolled up to the elbow and black slacks
Location: Nautilus Deluxe Number Five
Tagging: Closed

Joseph would set his luggage on the bed, then sit down on the edge. He heaved a sigh and looked around the room. It was a beautiful room. The only real regret he had here was not getting a room with an adjoining pool. But, he did have to save money, and this room was nearly the size of his apartment back home. Opening the suitcase, he saw the green panties on top. “Olivia.” He whispered wistfully with a smile.

He would unpack his clothes, stashing Olivia’s undergarment in the top drawer. As he packed away the rest of his clothes, he found the Phantom mask. “Maybe I’ll need this again. Who knows?” He said to himself as he put it in a drawer. Moving his suitcase to the floor, he would lay in the bed. “I need a cigarette.” He said to himself. “I need to quit.” He chuckled sarcastically. With that, he would get up. It was time to stake claim at his soon to be second residence, Calypso’s.