Jackrabbit stumbles into the mansion. He appears much like a normal man, only taller, lankier, beautiful in an unnatural way, like a Grecian statue might be. He looks around
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Alcuin stops in the doorway and gives him a friendly smile, setting a fresh pot of tea down on a side table. "Welcome to the mansion. Do you take tea?"
"My name is Alcuin." He smiled in greeting, nodding his head slightly--and he's just as attractive as Jackrabbit, if not more so, with a much more delicate and rare sort of beauty. Pouring a cup for the newcomer, he offered it out with a smile. "Cream or sugar? The year is shortly after 2000, AD, to anyone's best guess."
Jackrabbit quite appreciates the beauty. He is not shy in admiring, either. So dont mind the wandering eyes; it is in good spirits.
"No, leaf water, only will suffice." He took it thankfully. "So long ago? I remember only recently I was with my pillowfriend, and person was not one to know time travel. How could this happen?"
Alcuin's been accustomed to wandering eyes since he reached puberty. He hardly notices the gazes anymore. If the odd language puzzles him, he doesn't mention it.
"I'm not only from a different time, but a different universe. My world calls places different names than most people here, and knows a different history. There are gods here, men of legends, great kings and forgotten beggars. I arrived here after I died. There's no use asking why or how. We're simply here now. It's pleasant, once you get used to it."
He smiles, friendly and a little sad. "You must be hungry. May I get you something to eat?"
"Don't worry. Your pillowfriend may show up, they often do." He smiles, tucking back a strand of his pale white hair. "Until then you'd best get used to it here. You can find yourself a room upstairs, there are always a few free."
"Is it impolite to ask your name?" He smiles a bit, amused and curious.
(Alcuin and I will manage. We're linguists both. ^_^)
"The town of my birth only, where my sweet friends reside. Perhaps not Bolivar as person is traveling in sake of scholar. But Mattapoissett is my home, which I never have strayed far." Jackrabbit indulges in the leaf-water.
"Bolivar?" Alcuin pours himself a cup of tea and takes a muffin, curling delicately onto a couch and nodding an invitation for Jackrabbit to sit nearby.
"Per. Everyone is per." Jackrabbit looked confused. "Ah - but, gender we have thrown out. Too much hatred cause it. Sex, still, it exists. I am male," he says this as if it is not clear, "And I have a variety of pillowfriends, male, female. But all are per. Mothers, teachers. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Alcuin smiles, nodding again. "I understand. It is much the same where I come from. We take pillowfriends regardless of gender. But you should be warned that not everyone is accustomed to the idea. Some people will be horrified that you have so many pillowfriends."
He pauses for a moment, resting his cheek on the back of the couch and considering. "Do you have... pillowfriends for hire?"
"Hire? Payment, you say? No. Coupling, this is done out of feeling, release, emotion, what you might say. It is not....frowned upon. Persons business is their own. But not done."
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"No, leaf water, only will suffice." He took it thankfully. "So long ago? I remember only recently I was with my pillowfriend, and person was not one to know time travel. How could this happen?"
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"I'm not only from a different time, but a different universe. My world calls places different names than most people here, and knows a different history. There are gods here, men of legends, great kings and forgotten beggars. I arrived here after I died. There's no use asking why or how. We're simply here now. It's pleasant, once you get used to it."
He smiles, friendly and a little sad. "You must be hungry. May I get you something to eat?"
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That...means no thanks.
"I am bottomed, I'm afraid, because only hours ago I was coupling with pillowfriend, sleeping in per bed, when I left and found myself here."
(ooc:...if you ever get confused, ask me. His dialect is funky)
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"Is it impolite to ask your name?" He smiles a bit, amused and curious.
(Alcuin and I will manage. We're linguists both. ^_^)
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"`Zo, apologies! Jackrabbit," he said with a bow.
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He pauses for a moment, resting his cheek on the back of the couch and considering. "Do you have... pillowfriends for hire?"
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"Hire? Payment, you say? No. Coupling, this is done out of feeling, release, emotion, what you might say. It is not....frowned upon. Persons business is their own. But not done."
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