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♥ 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.

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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.]

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

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.]

[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.

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.]

Oh, that's quite alright. So long as you're aware that I'm far from inexperienced against a strategy like that.

It figures. So what I'm thinking is that I'll kick your ass at poker, you'll kick my ass at chess, and then we'll end up reaching a terrible stalemate playing go fish or something.

Well...that does sound only fair, doesn't it? I can't object to that.

Good, because I'd inevitably bully you into it if you said no.

[Based on the track record thus far, that seems to be their dynamic. She's not opposed to it, either.]

Most people seem to do that with me, now that I think of it. Truthfully...I can't say I mind so much.

You put up a bit of a fight ahead of time, though. Having second thoughts now?

Perhaps I was a little overly cautious, that's all.

You're allowed. I'm glad you changed your mind, though.

[He could stand to trust people around him a little more, though she won't say as much. That part, he has to hash out on his own.]

I find myself doing that now and again. It's usually ended up a fairly good idea I could stand to try a little more often.

Aww, look at you! Realizing that all on your own. I'm proud of you, bud.

[She gives his hair a soft ruffle before flicking one hand off to the side, summoning a Mage Hand to bring her a brush from the counter.]

You've no need to tease me about it. I am trying, you know.

I'm not teasing! [Well, maybe a little.] I can recognize the effort. But it's important to have assholes like me around to push you, because you can always do better.

...I do appreciate the effort. I only hope I'm no great amount of trouble to anyone.

Ah, what a bummer thought, my dude. Can you rephrase that last part?

[Maybe try a way that isn't putting yourself down, huh?]

[processing.....processing........]

I...am finding improving in such a way to be difficult?

[She makes a soft sound of approval, and his reward is a brush gliding through his hair this time.]

Is there a particular part of it that you find difficult?

I don't-

[He seemed to forget entirely what he was going to say at the presence of a brush in his hair, faltering for a moment.]

I...rarely think myself worth the effort.

[Hmm. Well, better than what he could have said.]

You know, I'm familiar with a great way of improving one's self-worth.

[he was making a real effort!]

Oh? And what would you have in mind?

A little something called "self-care".