be my romeo, please be my voice in this world

[boomvox]

Who: Jae and various people.
What: Various activities.
Where: Various places.
When: ... Various times.
Notes: Thread starters for a couple of characters! Otherwise feel free to fling anybody at Jae, I am easy. If you want to work out something specific vs meandering, ping me and I shall work something out for you. :>
Warnings: Various threads have simulated drug use + references to real drug use, and TMI discussions.

Jae is not, in any kind of traditional sense, a celebrity in Baedal - he'd even hesitate to call himself particularly well-known, though since the crisis and his work on the radio, the general public would have to disagree. Percentage-wise he's more famous here than he was back home (D-list radio host and DJ, a cult following and niche celebrity at best), and while it's working out fine in terms of career opportunities, he can't shake the melancholy of being primarily known for something quite so dire. When people recognize him, more often than not it's polite appreciation masking the horror of memory that he triggers.

A girl at the coffee shop he frequents offers him a wasabi and chocolate candy cane. It's horrible, but he eats it anyway, the curled end of the bright green candy sticking out of his mouth as he descends off the train, laptop bag slung over his shoulder, leaf of fliers in his arms, heading off to a printer shop. And then - the world! it's a day for running errands.

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● champagne and shenanigans

[rhinemaid]

During the siege, they'd promised to 'do something' when it was over, and though it takes a while to come to anything - sooner or later Ilde is lying with Jae on the floor of his apartment, hands folded on her stomach, watching the multicolored starscape that it struck them as a good idea to start building out of illusions, each separate contribution layered together, and--

“Do you think it should have some sort of piercing?”

--and a constellation artfully put together in the shape of a cock.

[boomvox]

"...No."

The response comes after a thoughtful pause - the silence laden with the clear weight of a man colorfully and carefully considering it, of course in context of his own junk.

Jae is laying on his back inverted from Ilde, head next to hers, length of his body stretched in the other direction. Occasionally their galaxy changes, grows, sparkles or glows in new ways as they quietly poke and prod at it. What began as aesthetics has become... this, through oneupmanship and whimsy and sheer childlike curiosity. As Jae gets better with his magic, the more finite and diverse things he can accomplish, and - well, it's nice having someone to talk to about it. Maybe.

"I've never understood doing that. Piercing dicks, I mean. And this is coming from someone who waxes."

[rhinemaid]

Glamour is Ilde's favourite trick and the one thing she's most at ease and confident with - what began as instinct has become true skill, and it's something she has a knack for. She thinks of this as an affinity for aesthetic creativity, instead of thinking too hard about the fact no one has ever had to teach her how to hide. She isn't, right now, anyway; she's lying on the floor, looking at stars, watching her constellations spin lazily through the created darkness.

Off his remark, their current piece begins to develop an additional, smaller star system that looks suspiciously like landscaped pubic hair.

“What, like-- all of it?” Temporarily diverted from piercings.

[boomvox]

"I'm not helping with that," he announces, about her current new addition to their intangible art project. "I'm going to remain a mystery. A visual mystery."

Talking about it, however, is apparently fine.

"No, I don't want to look like a twelve year old. But anything that has the potential to get caught in an underwear band or in a zipper or, you know, someone's teeth, has to go."

[rhinemaid]

“I can't do that,” Ilde observes, placidly, applying delicate tweaks and adjustments to what she is obliged to work on alone. “I mean, I used to--” no one wants to hear about her adolescent sexual exploits, ever, “--but not with these teeth. Also it's fine, Ivan trims.”

...so she's working from that model and does not require assistance! Good to know.

[boomvox]

"I'm not even gonna lie, he looks like he had better, at least." But if Ilde's not dealing with oral irritation in that respect anyway then maybe it's less unmannerly. "Guys are kind of babies about it, though."

News at 11, Jaehyun.

[rhinemaid]

“About most things, present company excluded a little bit.” She is a good friend, in any incarnation. “It's funny, though, keeping things tidy in his trousers when he looks so terrible if he shaves his face too closely. As if he's on a sex offender registry somewhere.”

She's also an excellent girlfriend. (Whatever, Ivan told her she was right after he saw Fish's mirror.)

“I don't have any, though. Not useful in the water.” The tail is optional - Nixie bodies are very mutable things.

[boomvox]

"Presumably his face serves a different function." This is an adult conversation, about adult topics. "Oh?" That makes sense - the water thing. Their constellation becomes blue-tinged, not like his hair, but a bit like water at night; stars float, expand, letting them sink in it versus just watch.

"Most Korean guys don't have much of anything." With a royal air: "I am special."

[rhinemaid]

“Did you just tell me that you're bushy or that you're proper hung?” This is a necessary clarification in response to that, Ilde feels. It's important to be clear, when you're having adult conversations about adult topics.

[boomvox]

"I have chest hair," Jae laughs, which is enough of a revelation to actually be news, seeing as how he's Ilde's mirrorverse twin when it comes to nudity. (Never.)

"The other two you missed out on knowing about."

[rhinemaid]

“By a slim margin, apparently--!” How close, she may never know, but it makes for a great story. One day she'll have to introduce him that way - this is Jae, we didn't have sex once in an alternate reality - just to see what happens.

“Look, it's a shooting star.” Ilde, that's filthy.

[boomvox]

"Say what you want about either of us, we have good taste." Upside town fist-bump? Yes? No?

A wistful sigh at her.. moment of excellent taste there, yes. "Girls are much prettier in this whole department."

[rhinemaid]

Yes.

“That's right. You rather drew the short straw aesthetically, men. I think that's one of the better things about Ivan, actually; even if he does get so drunk he thinks it's a good idea to send me a picture of his cock, all I'll end up with is a sad picture of empty rumpled bed-sheets. I haven't decided who I'll forward it to if that ever happens.”

That it will be forwarded to someone goes without saying.

[boomvox]

"You could really easily frame him for that." ... Since, you know. Sad empty picture, no way to really prove it either way. But that's about all the thought Jae's willing to put towards boning vampires, otherwise he's going to creep himself out. (SORRY IVAN.)

"I tried replicating something else, a little while ago." A beat. "Besides astrally projected dicks."

[rhinemaid]

She could always just steal his CiD while he's sleeping off the drunk, which is the sort of idea that becomes much better when she's had a few herself; for the time being it remains, mercifully, a theoretical exercise of the more embarrassing uses for a vampire boyfriend.

“Besides that,” she agrees, turning their constellations spinning around them. If she slips just a little out of focus, she can imagine she can't feel the floor beneath her and they're somewhere else, where it's lovely. “What was it?”

[boomvox]

"I've been trying to refine the mood enhancement I do live," he says, and reaches out into the nebula they've created, watching the light patterns against his skin. "Instead of just sort of accidentally willing it. Which, uh, I can really only test on myself, right? So I got a little carried away."

[rhinemaid]

“Exactly how carried away is a little?” That sounds like it's going somewhere absolutely fascinating, and Ilde sounds like she's trying not to start laughing preemptively - everything seems potentially hilarious when you've made yourselves the center of a tiny universe.

(A sun starts lazily orbiting her head, off that thought.)

[boomvox]

"I thought I might do Heath and Safety a favor and replicate ecstasy with my own head," he says, watching the orbit of their making. "It went pretty well, honestly."

[rhinemaid]

“Oh, that-- that sounds great, actually.” Rolling over onto her belly, she rests her chin in her hands - her eyes close when the sun passes too close on its lazy orbit, burning yellow bright enough to startle if not blind her, and the warmer light of it softens her. It's the level of detail (the way her imaginary stars give off light, for instance) that marks her skill here, and it's telling of the choices she makes in the illusion she uses day to day.

'Flawed'; but if she wanted people to believe she's human, it would be so easy.

“Can you show me?”

[boomvox]

He follows her movement, settling on his forearms, not quite close enough to be nose-to-nose, but their position is whimsical despite it. The way she manipulates the illusion is more than he can do, by far - he's been able to cast little ones, or reality-mirror ones in moments of terror, but this is a level of specificity and creativity that's beyond his reach. (Supposedly.)

"Showing's a funny way of saying it," he tells her, eyes on hers, and then he's quiet for a moment, eyes falling half shut and gaze going unfocused, before Ilde should feel a sort of warm elated feeling bubbling through her.

[rhinemaid]

Ilde's illusions interact with the space around them in, real-time responses that she's mastered through refining the illusions on her own skin; she can usually sustain them easily that way without a lot of active concentration once she's solidified the concept. Her sun, though, is something she's still toying with and altering as it circles her head and Jae's enchantment-ecstasy takes her slightly by surprise, distracts her, and this is not the first time her altered mood has altered her magic--

The sun explodes, rippling out like liquid in the cadence of her gurgling laugh.