[Open!] Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods ?

[npc_kun]

Characters: Open
Date/Time: 6/14-6/19
Location: Everywhere
Rating: Varied
Summary: Edensphere needs a hero. Or several.

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Tuesday - Behind Smoke's Bar (locked to Locket)

[all_blue_prince]

After yesterday’s excitement, Prince had been quick to wipe as much of the memory away from his consciousness as possible - or at least the parts that didn’t center on Miss Nova’s brilliant rescue. As far as he was concerned, he’d tripped into a cauldron, gotten tangled up in some spare rope, and his pink-haired princess had pulled him out. End of story. No time to dwell on the complicated details that way. (Dress? What dress?)

So with his mind at ease and the entire nightmare behind him, he arrived at work on time the next day, greeted his coworkers, and got to making food in the kitchen. Just like normal.

Which is why he only spared a passing glance to the raised, stone alter he found behind the bar, momentarily pausing in his quest for the garbage bin. He’d never seen the shitty thing before, but it looked harmless enough. Weird placement, though, having it smack dab in the middle of the enclosed space like some holy artifact. But besides that… Huh…

His eye narrowed briefly, scrutinizing it with more care. His previous verdict hadn’t done it proper justice, to be honest. It looked kinda nice… smooth and inviting, the perfect place for a nap.

And he was on break, Prince suddenly thought with a long, exhausted yawn. When he crawled onto the pedestal, back pressed against the stone and arms folded over his chest, it was with a clear conscience despite the sack of trash he’d dropped somewhere.

As for where the pink princess gown and make-up came from, well… that would always be a mystery.

*snicker* Pop, locked and drop it. Pop, Locket, drop it.

[moe_rapier]

With many people finding themselves in strange predicaments - as it hadn't clicked in her mind that Edensphere was solely snatching the men - Locket sent herself on a mission to find and bail out as many people as she could find. She'd found her housemate and friend stuck in a tower with hair too long, but a clasp of hands found the extra tresses falling to earth, the dress disappearing.

She honored the promise of never breathing a word of it to any soul.

Prince had settled to his nap perhaps half an hour when Locket was peering around here and there, quiet as a mouse. She'd bailed people out of towers guarded by dragons and other fierce monsters... she didn't want to alarm any guardians if they lurked. All she found this time, however, was a maiden rested peacefully on a pedestal.

...Another dress-wearing male, she corrected herself quietly as she stepped over, hand on the hilt of her rapier in case trouble was afoot. After carefully keeping an eye out for a minute, she relaxed... and tried tapping the sleeper's shoulder.

"E-Excuse me... are you on a break?" She whispered, not wanting to shock him awake if possible. As much as it made her wary, she thought that maybe he was just a sleepy performer at this bar.

/might be listening to that song now 8|

[all_blue_prince]

Locket would have to try harder than that, sadly, as her words fell on deaf ears. Prince didn't move, or murmur, or show any signs that he'd heard his lovely visitor approach him. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, someone could mistake him for dead.

Apparently, the alter was just that damn comfortable. But at least he didn't snore.

/job is complete.

[moe_rapier]

Oh dear. Nobody slept that heavily... not even Arthur. She used her scanners to check his vitals, and with a little beep sounding from her ear-jacks, found that his core temperature had dropped, heart rate slowed to nearly nothing. This man she had yet to meet appeared to be in some sort of hibernation far too late (or early, some might say) in the year.

Locket stepped back, having a look at this strange altar he slept on: It was made of white stone, carved intricately in many different patterns. It looked too new... too clean to be sitting behind the most highly populated drinking hole of Edensphere. Not a drop of the last day's rain clung to the stone, despite the moistened earth beneath it. Recalling that a lot of these odd predicaments involved some sort of old faerie tale, she ran through her options... which ones involved sleeping?

Snow White... Sleeping Beauty... Locket paused. Both had the same ending: A kiss from the prince wakes them from their sleep. She looked back at the sleeping Prince, and ran her fingers through her hair.

Well, that was that. She had to, um... kiss him. Right? Yeah.

Easier said than done, she thought, approaching the altar and placing her hands upon the stone. This was a silly idea, but awkwardness was what Edensphere loved best. For the time she stalled, it began to dawn on her that she felt like all the girls in the stories... ones that cherish the first kiss. Hmm.

She'd kissed friends on the cheek before. Perhaps she was far from that point... and then she balked, all thoughts of that nature clicking off.

"This guy needs help and I'm sitting here being a girl," Locket sighed to herself. Now or never. Nodding to reassure herself, she lowered her head, eyes shutting tight behind a curtain of purple hair.

Hoping she was right and she wasn't kissing an unconscious stranger without reason, her lips pressed to his.

she is so moe

[all_blue_prince]

His eye snapped open on the dot, all systems rebooting with immediate quickness. And two thoughts occurred in rapid succession. One was that he couldn’t remember anything after eying the new alter Grift must’ve ordered in, and the other quickly took relevance in his head.

Because he was being kissed. On the lips. It wasn’t a bad kiss, either. Prince could think of worse ways to wake u-

Oi, what a second, he’d fallen asleep on the job?

Strange as that was, that thought soon bowed before the might of his hormones when his kisser pulled back, revealing herself to be a goddess straight out of a fairy tale, with eyes the color of enchanting emeralds and sunlight streaming soft beams of light through her purple hair.

And she was blushing herself the color of a tomato. He’d been molested by a moe goddess.

The shitty fishbowl and him had finally come to an understanding.

“My angel~!” If she’d worried about offending him, the sudden influx of hearts dancing in his eye probably killed that argument off in a hurry. “T-This is so sudden~!” Not that he minded - holy shit, he did not mind in the slightest. This had officially become the best day ever.

[moe_rapier]

...What did she get herself into?

She backed off a step, lifting her hands to eye level. "O-oh! I'm sorry, I thought you were under a sleep s-- Angel? Now, please wait a moment, I can explain!"

Oh dear, she knew that look. Moving her hands downward thrice in a 'whoa, down boy' motion, she offered a shy smile.

"I suppose it would be silly of me to ask if you're all right, but I'd stay away from that altar so nothing else happens to you. I'm happy to help! I..." She looked him over, then, and patted her pockets for some sort of cloth she could use to get the make-up off of his face so he could return to work.

"My name is Locket, and I'm no angel. You give me too much credit, sir."

[all_blue_prince]

Aaahn, and so modest, too! Prince practically wiggled in glee on the alter.

"There's no need for apologies~! I can't begin to thank you for your efforts~!" Though as far as 'efforts' went, Prince was still busy reeling over that lip-lock; everything else would have to wait. And she'd said something important, he knew that, but the words had yet to penetrate the thick, cloudy haze of hearts buzzing in his head. When she offered him the cloth, he took both that and her hand into his, grasping it gently.

"Miss Locket..." His voice dipped in sincerity. "Name anything, and I will fulfill it - Food, perhaps? It might not look like it, but I'm quite the chef!" Oh, he could only guess what she'd want. Maybe to elope to the Wilderness with him? Where he could keep her safe from harm! O-or maybe even... more? Wait, was this too soon? His eye lowered in thought. She had kissed him, but it wouldn't do to scare her of--

A pause. And then with very, very slow and painful articulation, Prince spoke. "Miss Locket... do you know why I'm wearing a dress?"

[moe_rapier]

"Oh, you're quite welcome. I'm surp-" ..rised.. Her shoulders hitched a little as her hands were taken, and her gaze turned downward and away. Today the flesh of her temples were going to be tested, and again she'd gone red.

She looked back at him. A favor? Locket smiled, canting her head. "I used to come here often for drinks... but I've never tried anything else. I'd like to try your cooking sometime, but really, I don't require anything. I'm just glad you're all right."

The Navigator looked down at the dress. Now that he brought it up, it was pretty ridiculous, but she was polite enough not to mention that. "A friend of mine was in a dress too, the poor guy. Edensphere likes to do things like this... and it looks like this time they want to put a lot of our guys into dresses. If you're wearing something underneath it, I think you can take that off; you're considered 'saved'."

[all_blue_prince]

Having his worst fears confirmed snapped Prince's demeanor over to the other side. Rather than a kind grin, his mouth twisted down into visible displeasure, and he scoffed at his attire. "Damn it, this is the second shitty time!" How many more brightly-colored dresses with sparkles vomited all over it was he gotta have to suffer through?! Not to mention these embarrassing rescues!

This wasn't the impression he wanted to leave the ladies of Edensphere with. Damn tree.

"Underneath, you think?" Honestly, he expected to be naked under this pretty princess outfit. It would coincide with his usual luck. But after pulling up one of his puffed sleeves to check, it turned out Edensphere hadn't gone that far this time. Huh, who would have guessed? It probably forgot to undress him first. Grinning in slight embarrassment and utter relief that he wouldn't have to continue this conversation in drag, Prince finally got to his feet and requested Locket wait a second while he pulled the damn thing off. Not in his nature to undress in front of a lady, but he figured this definitely went under the Exceptions drawer. A quick yank over his head and at last - regular clothes that did not involve frills.

"I'm starting to think this place hates me," he muttered, before returning his attention back to the matter at hand. There wasn't time to be pissed when he had a woman to talk to. "But anyway, Miss Locket~!" The hearts made their encore appearance. "The next time you drop by the bar, your first meal's on me! Order whatever you like!"

[moe_rapier]

"Oh my, you're too kind. Thank you, sir! ...I-I wouldn't fret about Edensphere hating you, because it likes to be strange with everyone."

Oh dear, dear, dear... he was very sweet, but trying a little too hard. Nearly overwhelmed by his gratitude and generosity, Locket stepped back a liiiittle more as she offered a genuine smile. She was about ten feet from freedom... who knew how many others were in a pickle? Perhaps once he calmed down - little did she know - he wouldn't be quite so enamored. Really, she was just a regular old... whatever the term was for someone like her. 'Robot' sounded a bit old-fashioned.

"With that in mind, I hope you'll learn to roll with the punches sometimes. I would take the World Oak pranking people over its darker aspects any day! You stay out of trouble the best that you can, okay?"