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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

[necromanswers]

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.]

[scourgingstars]

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.

[necromanswers]

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.]

[scourgingstars]

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

[necromanswers]

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.

[scourgingstars]

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

[necromanswers]

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

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

[scourgingstars]

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

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

[necromanswers]

[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?

[scourgingstars]

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.

[necromanswers]

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

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

[scourgingstars]

[he was making a real effort!]

Oh? And what would you have in mind?

[necromanswers]

A little something called "self-care".

[scourgingstars]

Sounds terribly difficult.

[necromanswers]

Anything is difficult if you keep saying it is. You know that this is self-care, right?

[scourgingstars]

...I fail to see how the 'self' part applies when you're the one doing the work here.

[necromanswers]

It isn't just by your own hands. It's allowing yourself to have good things. Why do you think I asked you earlier about what you like?

[scourgingstars]

...Oh.

[well, phrased like that it sounds incredibly obvious]

That does make a fair bit of sense, yes.

[necromanswers]

You can expand the list a little. Like... I'm pretty sure you enjoy getting your hair played with.

["Pretty sure", said with utmost confidence. The difference between her hands on his back and in his hair is night and day.]

[scourgingstars]

I'm rather quickly learning this myself.

[necromanswers]

I'd be worried if you didn't.

[Surely no one is that unobservant...]

Seems like you have, mm... no-go spots. But you like to be touched, right?

[scourgingstars]

[thankfully, ardyn tended to get some hints sooner rather than later.]

...I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about the idea for a while--it's taken a fair while of getting used to. But I do enjoy it, in some moderation.

[necromanswers]

Moderation?

[That's a little vague for her purposes.]

[scourgingstars]

It's more that... [He trailed off briefly, looking for the right words.] ...after going without contact for a long while, it's easy to find myself a little overwhelmed by it.

[necromanswers]

[.....ah.

Lup's hands pause for a long moment, frozen against his hair. Ah, yeah.]

I get it. [Her voice is calm, but quiet.] Even if you get used to it, even if you love it, it's still... a lot. Time doesn't necessarily change that.