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[necromanswers]

♥ Who: Lup + Close CR (who will be contacted! <3)
♥ Where: Lup's house
♥ When: start of August
♥ What: A ladies (kinda) night, the redux!
♥ Rating: PG and up, probably


Those who Lup deigned to grace with an invitation will receive one at random: that at the recipient's convenience if they so desire, they are invited to join her in what she is calling (without explanation) a Pocket Dimension Party. As per the instructions, any time within the next 24 hours, they can enter through the garden back door and "find the cat".

Should one accept the invitation and follow those instructions, they can find Ditto curled up in the grass beside the house, dozing, though at the arrival of any visitor he perks up and stretches. Rubbing up against their legs, Ditto will head over to a section of the wall and paw at a corner, until a door abruptly glimmers into existence and opens for him. He meows plaintively and waits. Go on in! Just close the door behind you.

Inside the doorway, visitors will find… a mansion. Elaborately decorated, warm, and inviting, it is like entering a rich and immaculate house that someone's taken a lot of time and TLC to make perfect. No one greets them as they enter, but if they call for attention and no one is in the immediate vicinity, a semi-transparent spectral servant will arrive and guide them to Lup. Otherwise, they are free to explore the house and make use of the facilities as they please.

The following areas are available:

• An extravagant entrance hall with soft wood paneling and fancy art on the walls
  
• A lounge area with big fluffy couches, pillows, and blankets, as well as a projection screen that works with communicators and whatever digital media Lup is familiar with, or a music mix in lieu of said media being played
  
• A full-service kitchen and dining area, where a collection of spectral servants (features to be determined) will upon request cook any meal a person desires, assuming they (and by association Lup) are familiar with the recipe and ingredients. It's all delicious, too!
  
• A sizable basement with regenerating training dummies, various targets, and more servants who will act as moving targets on request. They can't be hurt, but they can move around freely.
  
• A big and beautiful spa with all the soaps and pampering material that anyone could ask for
  
• A "pet room", AKA a room devoted to toys, climbing shelves, cat trees- whatever an animal might want to stay entertained for hours unsupervised

More details to be added as needed! This is a mingle free-for-all, there is no set schedule. Visitors can come and go as they please for 24 hours, and at the end of the spell anyone still inside will be summarily booted out into the garden.

Comments

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[necromanswers]

[What's that, avoiding the spa? Because Lup wanders up from the basement in a robe and beelines for him immediately, reaching for his hand.]

Oh, rad, you came! Come on, you've gotta check out the bath.

[scourgingstars]

I-I really don't know that that's a good idea.

[He didn't stop her pulling him along, though he was very definitely less than comfortable with the idea.]

[necromanswers]

[Yeah she ain't stopping, bro.]

What's bad about it? Have you ever been to a spa? Please tell me no so I can introduce you.

[scourgingstars]

W-well...no, but--

[internal screaming]

[necromanswers]

[Immediate delight.]

Perfect! Today's your lucky day, then.

[She flings the door open for them and pulls him into the room where a soft scent of steam and spiced soaps wafts out of the partially-enclosed bathing area. The front section has a couple of lockers, a pile of robes, towels, as well as counters and lounge chairs for various sorts of pampering. It's not a huge room all combined, but it's tightly designed and cozy, and holds a steady, warm temperature meant to soothe the nerves and make one a bit sleepy if given enough exposure.]

[scourgingstars]

[What a nice and calming place!]

[Ardyn could not be more stressed if he tried, nervously clinging to his shirt like he wished it was entirely glued on right now.]

Somehow I doubt that.

[necromanswers]

[She turns back towards him, faltering for a moment at his expression before her smile slips back into place, not quite as broad as before yet still undeterred. Fun will be had here, she's determined.]

You look like you're about to explode. All that stress is not good for wrinkles. Ever had a massage?

[scourgingstars]

I don't even age, so I don't see how that's a concern.

[necromanswers]

[She halts at that, leans in close, suddenly looking very serious, then reaches her free hand up to squish his face a little, finger and thumb wrinkling his cheeks.]

That's what they all say, until one morning... bam. Goodbye, youth.

[A second later she lets go with a laugh, dragging him towards one of the chairs.]

Anyway, you didn't answer me.

[scourgingstars]

Ow--

[Why is this his terrible eternal unlife?]

N...no?

[necromanswers]

[Ow, he says. This big baby of a man.]

Thought so. You sure look like you've never had one.

[She releases his hand once they reach the chair, only to give his shoulder a light but insistent prod.]

Come on then, down you go, on your stomach. I'll get you a pillow and you'll see what it means to have magic fingers.

[scourgingstars]

[this complete wuss of an immortal and unkillable being]

F...fine. [Recognizing a losing battle when he saw one, Ardyn didn't resist the matter further and just accepted his fate, lying down as directed.]

[necromanswers]

[True to her word, she disappears for a moment before returning to tuck a towel under his chin that he can prop himself up with, then washes her hands, since she did just spend a good chunk of time in the training room.]

This is gonna be a tall order, but at least try to relax. Think about something nice. ...This does actually make me realize I have no idea what sort of things it is that you like.

[With clean hands and a (mostly) willing victim, she sidles back up to the chair and brushes her hands lightly over his back, starting with going shoulder to shoulder and letting him get used to hands on him.]

[scourgingstars]

I...don't know. I can likely think of something or other.

[Although touching his back seemed to be having a decidedly not relaxing effect, Ardyn just a little too tense about the idea.]

[necromanswers]

[How does someone live with this much tension?? It's exhausting just looking at those backlines. She keeps her touch light, though she moves her hands subtly to see if there's a good area to start that won't be so stressful. Lower back, upper, tops of his shoulders, neck, even in his hair.]

I know you like your family, but that's not a thing. What else makes you happy?

[scourgingstars]

[Even through a shirt there was a good amount of reasons Ardyn was no more interested in having his back touched than he was with his hands, but he hadn’t dared argue with what was clearly a foregone conclusion.]

I...playing chess, I suppose. Sylleblossoms. Things like that.

[That said, his hair seemed like the best bet; he even started to relax little by little when she touched it.]

[necromanswers]

Chess guy, huh. Never much got the hang of that one, I was more of a poker girl. You totally look the part, though.

[Aha. Hair it is, then. She starts with a light stroking, untangling a few loose strands, before sinking her fingers deeper to massage around his head, fingers sliding from base to crown in slow, lightly-pressured circles.]

[scourgingstars]

Hm...never tried it before.

[But he was definitely trying this whole 'relaxing' thing, given that the hands in his hair appeared to in fact be his greatest weakness.]

[necromanswers]

Never tried poker? In all those years?

[She tilts her head, considering as she watches his body language.]

Actually, I can see it. You'd give away every hand with that honest face of yours.

[scourgingstars]

I'm afraid I've never been a very good liar.

[and he's never gonna be even when he does it]

And I didn't exactly have the opportunity to try, unfortunately.

[necromanswers]

I could teach you sometime, if you'd like. Though I don't recommend playing with stakes of any kind.

[It's lucky that she likes you or she would do her best to swindle your honest ass for all it's worth.]

[scourgingstars]

...I would like that, if it wasn't any trouble. I have a great deal of things to catch up on and learn about.

[necromanswers]

No trouble. I'm sure we could conjure up a deck of cards.

[Assuming he doesn't fall asleep by the time she's done with this.]

[scourgingstars]

[It was anyone's guess at this point, Ardyn acting about the same as any cat would when given the right attention: a puddle.]

That sounds like fun. Maybe I can even talk you into a game of chess at some point.

[necromanswers]

Hm... maybe. You'll find me an aggressive player, though. I'm not much for slow tactics.

[She shifts from the massage to simply brushing her hands through his locks for a little bit, giving her fingertips (and his head) a breather. Space between makes for better massages.]