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tushanshu_logs2013-04-23 12:58 am
poeticverses) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-04-23 12:58 am
Under the Sea (Open)
Characters: Jehan, Grantaire, Byrn, and everyone who wants to join them!
Date: April 23rd, midmorning to late evening
Location: The edge of the turtle!
Situation: Swimming! A picnic! A party!
Warnings/Rating: I'm going to rate this PG-13 for naked/nearly naked people, alcohol, and smoking. Also R's mouth. And apparently terrible mythological comparisons.
[Jehan has never been this happy, he doesn't think. The ocean. The blue, warm ocean. He gets to see it again, gets to swim in it with his friends, gets to enjoy it. He's so happy.
Of course, he's taking a long moment to shed anything but his coat once the group gets to the edge. It's a beautiful shade of blue and he can't not admire it.]
((ooc: go crazy!))
Date: April 23rd, midmorning to late evening
Location: The edge of the turtle!
Situation: Swimming! A picnic! A party!
Warnings/Rating: I'm going to rate this PG-13 for naked/nearly naked people, alcohol, and smoking. Also R's mouth. And apparently terrible mythological comparisons.
[Jehan has never been this happy, he doesn't think. The ocean. The blue, warm ocean. He gets to see it again, gets to swim in it with his friends, gets to enjoy it. He's so happy.
Of course, he's taking a long moment to shed anything but his coat once the group gets to the edge. It's a beautiful shade of blue and he can't not admire it.]
((ooc: go crazy!))
shoulder angel!
[Jehan giggles--he's been drinking--and shoves the drunk's shoulder]
You know better than you call people that!
[To Logan:]
Hello, monsieur. Ignore Grantaire, he is drunk.
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I'm afraid I don't know what a sodomite is, so I couldn't say. I don't believe myself to be made of metal, however.
[To Jehan, he simply nods. He somewhat remembers speaking to this man once.] Hello, sir.
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Yes, I am drunk, but never ignore a drunk when he's being astute. or always ignore one, that would be up to you, though I assure you I am worth listening to on the worst of days. Less so on the best of days like today, alas. A sodomite, for as much as Jehan here is disgusted by the clinically sinful nature of the word, is someone who prefers to take advantage of another's bottom as opposed to whatever other part they can fill. But yes, pederaste or lover of the greek ways would be how Jehan would put it, is it not mon ami?
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There are ten ways I would say it and none of them so terrible as "sodomite" and five of them much less obvious that "pederaste". You could never be a poet, Grand R.
[He smiles at Logan]
He is asking what your purpose here is, monsieur. Are you here to chastise us for enjoying the sun and offending the women or are you here to enjoy it yourself?
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[He turns his attention to Jehan, who seems altogether more coherent.] Not to chastise, sir, but perhaps to wonder. Have they all misplaced their swimming clothes?
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[Another sip, and his attention is back on Logan, for the moment.] Swimming clothes. A lady in our company mentioned those earlier, though I've never heard of swimming clothes for men. Seems a bit pointless, non?
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[He laughs a bit]
Swimming clothes for men sounds almost English in design, though I suppose if you wanted to swim in a cold lake it might be of some little uise. No, monsieur, we have not misplaced anything of the sort.
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I...see. [He sees a lot, and is suddenly paranoid of looking like he's staring, so he determinedly keeps his eyes on the clothed men he's speaking to.]
What is it that you do, again? [With a slightly disdainful look for R.] Other than drink.
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[Oh you see, but then he is being addressed, and he turns his attention back to Logan. That is, of course, not without a playful glance at Jehan before he speaks.]
Me? What is it that I do? Monsieur I do plenty. I read, I sit around with my friends and chat about the goings on of the world. I play dominoes, I dance, I fence, or I did at home, and occasionally I paint lewd pictures that once upon a time made me a sous or two. What I do most often though is poke holes in the logic of men like you who deem it necessary for me to do something. And what is it that you do, Jean?
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[Jehan giggles. It looks as if they are harassing the gentleman. Fun!
Especially since the only thing clothing Jehan is a blanket and his shirt to keep him from burning in the sun]
When I am not fighting for the republic and an end to monarchy, I write. Poetry, primarily, as my prose is dismal. I play the flute, and I would like to tend flowers but alas, they do not grow so well here at the moment. To be perfectly honest, Grand R does quite a bit more than I do, even if you do not count his drinking. A drunk is not necessarily a lazy man, after all. He is simply a drunk one.
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[So he whirls around suddenly because oh god what is happening get him out of here.] I should leave you to your revelries. Good day.
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Absolutely, yes. [He smacks Jehan's arm with the back of his hand (perhaps a little too hard in his revelry), and motions to Logan with the other. He even drips wine on his hand again in the process.]
Alors, look what you did Jehan, your endless passion griping has scared the poor dandy prince away! Good riddance I say,no one needs the company of a man who cannot hold his own balls.
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Look at what I've done? Perhaps it was your poor manners that frightened him off!
[To Logan:]
M'sieur, please do not let Grantaire's behavior scare you away. If you would like to stay, you are more than welcome to do so!
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How curious, he accuses others of being sodomites and then speaks of holding one's own balls. Yes, that sounds entirely heterosexual.
[...okay, so maybe he's out of practice on sick burns, but he tried.]
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Anyway, the word heterosexual is lost on this pre-1850s man, but he brushes it off, more than used to foreign words at this point of his turtle experience.]
Do not all men have them? Are balls the sole province of pederasts and their wives? Perhaps you are not a man after all, but a terrible masculine madame.
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His voice is far too deep to belong to any woman and his shoulders too broad. You are drunk, mon ami, but not deaf or blind. And what, exactly, is "heterosexual"?
[Trust the poet to cling to the new word]
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[He's having a weird reaction to having his shoulders described as broad. He's tall but not a large man, more of the lanky build, and it always makes him feel terribly weak and small. Curious that someone would take the opposite view, or close. Worth pointing out that his sister's shoulders are broader than his? Probably not.]
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[He leans back on his arms, bottle between his knees at a purposefully suggestive angle, looking in the moment positively bored as he defers to Jehan.]
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[Jehan actually appears to be thinking about it.]
We've done nothing criminal yet he clearly has no desire to join us....unless it is the location that is bothering him? [To Logan:] Tell me, monsieur, if we were in a more private part of the beach would you be so reluctant to join us?
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Monsieur, you've come to bore us and succeeded.
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[mockery, he has made an art of it.]