(Adult) Crackplot time!

[homo_lettuce]

Feeling a bit better after having a good temper tantrum yesterday, Set is bored today and feels like causing a bit of havoc. He's left out a tray of various fruit juices on a table--deliciously tempting in the summer heat, iced fruit juices with little sprigs of mint and vari-colored straws. The effects of these irrisistably yummy juices are as

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[lovednotwisely]

*sips from a raspberry one, being thirsty and an ultimately practical man, and remarks, off-handed* Hast thou any Moorish in thee? -- Wouldst thou like one?

... *bemusement*

[_honest_iago]

*he's passing by, we'll say, and though that takes a moment to register, it does register-- and so Iago chokes and glances around-- are you talking to me?*

*strained* My Lord--

[lovednotwisely]

*smiles to bid him welcome, trying to continue as normal* Pray tell me, o fair angel -- wert thou hurt when thou fell'st from heaven?

[_honest_iago]

*--if Iago's a an angel, he's certainly a fallen one; you're quite right there, Othello--* Good general, sir, I have from nowhere fallen. Mayhap you have-- some bump upon the head? I am no angel.

[lovednotwisely]

*but the poor general can't even begin to understand what he's saying, and it shows* Nay, nay, good Iago -- yet I confess myself in need of a map-maker, for ... *frowning deeply* ... I am lost in thine eyes.

[_honest_iago]

Mine-- *stops, looks around, and then moves closer* *hushed* My Lord, do not mock me.

[lovednotwisely]

I do not mock, i'faith ... *struggles to explain in earnest, gesturing at the drink, voice cracked* ... ... An I said I did like thy body ... ... ... wouldst thou hold it against me ... ?

[_honest_iago]

*chokeflail-- this is the least composed Iago's been since his arrival here (and having stepped closer is not helping matters)* Please, lord, your wife--

[lovednotwisely]

*desperately, putting aside the drink and taking Iago by the shoulder, to explain* Art tired? For thou hast ... been running through my mind all this day. *helpless* ... ... ... That is a fine doublet. Dost think I could talk thee out of it?

[_honest_iago]

*there's a new surge of bitterness-- he's being mocked again, isn't he?-- but where normally, he would tear away and leave, he does not; he can not, for this is Othello, and the hatred has never been complete (in fact, if Otello has him by the shoulder, he may move closer* *sets his jaw* An it please you, sir, do leave me be. You speak falsehoods unto me.

[lovednotwisely]

*looks more helpless than ever -- more than he might usually allow himself to -- because for some reason, he has to make Iago understand, because if Iago doesn't understand, there's something very wrong -- or that's how Othello thinks, anyway, and there's another way to make this all clear, isn't it?*

*gestures for Iago to wait -- with a hand at his chest, perhaps -- and picks up the drink again, offering it to him (doesn't say anything, though, because that would be bad)*

[_honest_iago]

*snatches the drink away, perhaps simply because it is between them, and then there's a pause before he looks at it (bewildered)* What, a drink? Would you I--

[lovednotwisely]

*starts to say yes, but knows what happens when he starts to say anything, so simply nods*

[_honest_iago]

*and as if to get this all out of the way as quickly as possible, he sips some* Were you this day arrested? *drops the rest of the drink, but still can't quite stop talking* ...Certes 'tis illegal to look so well.

[lovednotwisely]

*is practically grinning with relief, which to anyone else would look a bit questionable --* Prithee, fellow, pinch me; thou art so fair I must needs be dreaming. *probably meant to say 'dost see the effects of this potion?' or something*

[_honest_iago]

*and through his look of horror, as if to say 'yes, i see, but can we make it stop? oh god':* Come you from Tennesee? I'faith, you are the onely ten I see.