one ⛵ why don't you rest your fragile bones?

[disbands]

Characters: Kenzi, Barclay & you!
Summary: Barclay and Kenzi have moved into a lighthouse home, and are throwing a housewarming. Everybody is invited— via Meow Meowd, Kenzi's daemon. Have drinks! Make merry! There are 3 unused bedrooms to abuse, and for those of you with magic, the oceanside location could definitely use some warding/fortification if D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. should ever come.
Date(s): Mid-September 2017, after the fair
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol and potentially other substance use, possibly sexual content, please warn in subject header if so!

Welcome to casa del Kenzi and Barclay, a beautiful oceanside lighthouse with a spacious attached home! Behold, there's a rooftop lounge breathing bright in the open air, a living room with sprawling windows, and two spare bedrooms, all of it in an interesting mix of blue and purple walls within the spacious interior. Check it out! The furniture and decor consist of both modern and vintage choices. Put together, it's as odd a fit as the couple who lives there now.

You might be relieved to know that the raccoon and possum running around are just their daemons. It's pretty clean overall! After all they were expecting guests.

It would appear that Kenzi and Barclay absconded with every bit of alcohol that spawned in the city of Xistentia. You have blue gin, whisky that glows, vodkas in various bottles both plastic and glass, a half-dozen tasteful cognacs, and a range of beers including something in a clay pot that smells rather interesting.

If you're here to drink and/or make new friends, this would be the place. You can also, however, offer to help your hosts with magical wards and protections, considering they're out here on the beach, not far from where newcomers tend to crash and allegedly overlooking the ocean D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. will someday come. (Alternatively, tell them they're daft for taking the risk, however small.) It's gloriously peaceful right now, though.

So maybe what you should really be doing is to go for a swim in the blue water. There's at least one pirate who will race you, and a reformed lady thief who probably won't be going through your pockets if you left your clothes ashore.

Also give them presents. They love presents.

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[moshennik]

[ See Kenzi be domestic, it's like watching a happy, fat tiger in a cage. A huge cage that is exactly to her liking with the best looking mate a tiger can ask for. Kenzi is rolling around in domestic bliss.

Yeah, so maybe it's a bit dumb to be this close to all the action and not somewhere with a better vantage point but LOOK AT THE PLACE AND TELL KENZI NO. Also, Kenzi feels like she's doing good by helping people who stumble into their world whenever she sees them.

Whatever.

She'll be greeting everyone at the party, serving drinks, drinking drinks, she might be convinced to show off her siren powers (you know how she can placate, control, banish, kill, heal, and alleviate pain with her voice) once she brags about having it. Also she may or may not show off her ability to steal thing stealthily off a person, without them ever noticing, thanks to Dyson training her in how to be a Shadow Thief.

So if your wallet is missing, it's totally just a prank. Totally.]

[disbands]

We really ought to see if you can start fires with your voice. Or otherwise cook, [Barclay says. He's currently deep into his fifth or sixth or seventh drink, pleasantly blurry around the edges. Dressed in his fine mix of vintage and contemporary clothing and leaning against the wall, in a lull between small-talk sessions with some strangers who had apparently come from space. Or a different planet. Barclay is not clear on the distinction or how the language is supposed to be used, and right now, he's quite happy being on the ground right here, in this... insert more confused terminology.] At least check if you can do that thing.

You know, we had those drinks in Eudio that one time, [he motions with a lazy hand.] Where the set the surface of the beverages on fire. And we blew them out before drinking them. Very entertaining.

[moshennik]

[ Hot damn he looks good right now (okay, he looks good all the time but still...). She grins her dopey sort of grin that's reserved for whatever lucky man has captured her heart. And that would be Barclay. The party wasn't a rager which was fine by Kenzi, suddenly she was an old, married type of person. ]

Oh honey, I'm never going to be able to cook. [ Sorry Barclay, she's hopeless in the kitchen despite her many jobs that involved cooking or catering. She moves to pat his cheek as she says it, leaning against him after she does.] I don't think fire is a thing that sirens can do. Besides, I'd probably burn the place down trying to light our vodka shots up.

this got marked unread somehow? i'm so sorry

[disbands]

Not with that attitude, you won't, [he says playfully, as if he's really going to try to egg her into starting fires with her superpowers while she's drunk. This just in: he isn't, actually. Barclay winds his arms around her waist, brushes his nose across the sleek black strands of her hair. Breathes deep of the scent of her mingled with that of their home, the combination of perfume and work and sea.

And then, abruptly, he hitches her up against him. Long hands cradling her hindquarters. She is still such a slender thing, despite that food in Xistentia and Eudio were plentiful.]

That's all right. I'll play with fire enough for both of us. And lately, [he shifts his elbows, tipping her knees up -- and open -- around his hips. Unmindful of the clusters of crowd around them.] I've been playing around with spice.

no worries at all!

[moshennik]

[ Kenzi's got that annoying TV metabolism, the girl can stuff her face and never work out a day in her life and still be tiny. Although she thinks of it as her body trying to make up for those years on the streets where food wasn't so easy to come by.

And when he hitches her up so boldly, after nuzzling the heck out of her hair, she lets out a raucous laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck at her leisure.] Barclay Odell, aren't you being Mr. Exhibitionist. [ She's had just enough vodka Not to Care.]

Just how spicy are you planning on getting?

[disbands]

Spicy enough to want to discuss international cuisine in private, [Barclay says. She provides a good reminder for his over-powered sense of propriety, and he proceeds to tote her off toward the privacy of the spiral staircase. Of course-- the rest of the revelers don't have a lot left to their imagination, with regard to what it is the lovebirds are up to. After all, they've all had a tour around the nest by now.

There's a lot of bedrooms. The culture of Eudio had left its mark.]

Curry? [his feet thump up the steps, his braid swinging into her slender shoulder.] I'm given to understand that red pepper flakes can pull together unlikely ingredients. If you put shrimp on a white pizza, for example. [He knows pizza now. That's probably her crowning achievement, with him. (In this metaphor, it's hard to tell which of them is the white pizza and which is the shrimp.)]

[moshennik]

[ For all that she might be kinkier than Barclay, Kenzi isn't the kind of girl who likes to get it on in with an audience. And that's what Barclay seems to want at the moment, a party quickie. Which is fine by her, she's feeling saucy and spicy. As he carries her up the staircase, she's just glad her stomach doesn't grumble at all the talk of food.

However, when he mentions the shrimp pizza, she lets out a laugh. (And yes, she is so proud to have been the educator of pizza and terrible foods, introducing them into his diet). ] Am I the shrimp because I'm small? Are you calling me a shrimp?

[disbands]

[To be fair, it's rather unlikely that other partygoers are actually going to follow them up. The fact that they're about to go and bone is allusive, rather than denotative. Not subtle, but not overt, either.

Maybe they'll just make out for awhile.

Probably not.] I could be the shrimp because I'm a maritime person, [He points out, hitching her wee body into the hallway.] You could be the pizza because you're urban and contemporary. [Now he's pushing the door open with his hip, careful not to bang her knee against the doorframe or the surface of the thing. He totes her into the bedroom.] Or you could be the shrimp because you're wee. I thought we were gloating about that advantage the other week, that they're never out of shoes your size.

[moshennik]

[ She pretends to be appropriately offended by the comment to her size even if it's true, they'd just had a conversation lauding the benefits of being so small. And she actually really liked that aspect of herself, her ability to eat like a trash person and still remain tiny. She could eat Barclay under a table.

She likes it when he's like this, frisky and playful, she's going along with it, egging him on, playing her own games.] I'm just the right amount of "wee", thank-you-very-much. Not shrimpy "wee". I'm a very attractive sort of "wee", [ she pouts before her mouth decides it would be better placed at his jaw, letting him carry her where ever. However, that's not before her teeth give his earlobe a tiny little tug. ]

But I guess it's the right kind of "wee" to be carried off and ravaged easily.

[vexy]

Euuugh.

[ Came the ever-familiar tone of Vex, clad in simple leather trousers and a plain black shirt (very unlike him for a party), the moment he stepped into Kenzi's little lovenest. How gross, he could feel the love sinking into his pores and reminding him of everything he lost destroying his surly nature.

He brought along a few bottles of vodka and a little bag with something special (cw: underwear) for the two lovebirds, though he figured Kenzi would look better wearing it.

With a drink in hand he threw an arm around his dear friend's shoulder and almost scowled. ]

This is disgusting, you know that right?

[ And to think, just a few months ago he had the same sort of set up: domestic bliss. Ah, fuck his life. ]

[moshennik]

[ She tries her best not to look smug at Vex's disdain because she'd been in his TOO PLAIN shoes once upon a time, although she's not about to lord what he'd lost over him. That's not the kind of person she is. She leans against him and just smirks some.]

Yep. Absolutely disgusting. Getting it on the reg from a super sexy, hot, charming pirate man who loves me. It's the grossest.

[ SHE EYES THE BAG.] What did you get me?

[vexy]

[ if Kenzi made the 'e_e' emote on her phone and held it up to Vex's face it might be a perfect match in that moment. Then he rolled his eyes and waved his hand at the bag. ]

Just something for bedtime.

[moshennik]

Oh shit, [ she looks tickled, holding her hands out to take the bag from him.] I'm guessing this isn't party appropriate to open and/or try on.

[vexy]

It's not a dildo if that's what you're worried about. Just some naughties to wear, go on and have a peek.

[ He encouraged, though he didn't have quite the amount of his usual perverse leering or anything. ]

[moshennik]

[ She'd been expecting more of a reaction from him at her question or some kind of lewd remark or at the very least a wag of his eyebrows. Peering at him, her brow furrows before she closes the bag without looking.]

Are you okay?

[vexy]

Peachy. I'm living in a shack, Mark's trapped in limbo somewhere, my ex made me think Mark was here then dumped me and won't take me back, Nico keeps trying to kill himself bringing Mark back to me. All of my friends are in various stages of domestic bliss and I'm all alone.

Really, peachy. [ He downed the rest of his vodka cocktail- which just happened to be a glass of straight vodka and let out a growling sigh. ] Please talk about anything other than me, alright love? This isn't a pity party.

[moshennik]

[ Okay, then. She should have expected that, even if she didn't deserve the rant and rave. But still, she wanted to know and well, now she does. Looking appropriately apologetic, she moves to hug him even if she knows it might make him angrier or frustrated.

The guy needs a hug.]

[deathkid]

[ at some point, after he arrives, nico figures it's best to make his way over to the hosts of the party. he spots kenzi, serving drinks, and makes his way over with his gift in hand. it's wrapped in black and white paper, tied with a black bow, because somethings about nico never change.

when he approaches, he notices something different about kenzi. her aura feels different from what he remembers from eudio. it's like vex's in a way, not mortal, and nico feels instantly curious. ]

Hey, nice place.

[moshennik]

Niiiiccoooo-- [ kenzi's aura might be a little vodka soaked but don't worry, she's not going to try to hug you or anything. she just grins and gives him a pat on the shoulder.]

Glad you could make it. [ she eyes the gift before pointing at it and then herself, waggling her eyebrows.] For moi?

[deathkid]

[ he might be wrinkling his nose at little at the smell of vodka, but otherwise his expression is blank. nodding, he manages the beginnings of a smile and then offers the basket. ]

Yeah. House warming gift and all that. By the way, there's something different about you.

[moshennik]

[ She isn't sure what the sour puss face is for but she lets it slide because the kid always seems a little glum. And despite her usual penchant for speaking before thinking, she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable. And hey, he smiles a bit.]

Thanks for that-- [ She takes the basket with a grateful smile before it shifts a little at his comment.] It could be that I'm fae now.

[deathkid]

[ for a few seconds, he blinks. fae... like vex? how did that happen, he wonders. realizing he's staring at her, he clears his throat and nods. ]

That's why your aura is different. So are you like Vex now? Are you the same kind of fae?

[moshennik]

Thanks to Cuddle City-- [ she says answering his unasked question. It wasn't a leap to think he'd be curious to know how.] They kept their bargain even in the end. And yeah, we're both Fae but I'm a siren.

[deathkid]

How many different types are there... [ muttered under his breath as he scratches the back of his neck and shakes his head. he supposes fae must be as diverse as humans or demigods.

and to think she got her incentive granted. nico's just a little bitter about it. he never did get his memories back. ]

So... if you're a siren, are you going to lure people to their deaths?

[ given the way he quirks a brow, it's clearly meant to be a joke. ]

[moshennik]

Honey, I have no idea. That's a Vex question, he's the old as balls fae expert.

[ She waves her hand in his direction before she snorts at the kid's question. she's amused.]

Just that hot pirate over there. [ She points towards her fella, Barclay.]