Canon Update/Open Post/Thing/Whatever

[cursed_bent]

Through some quirk of the mansion, Valen’s determined efforts led him to find a way back to where he came from. Now he’s back, and some things about him are...different. Several months have passed there for one thing, and at the mansion this is obviously not the case. He hasn’t noticed that yet, though, and the people he knows here are not

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[thornofcamorr]

Locke is on the front steps, staring at the ground sullenly, when a glow of something catches his eye and he looks up, catching a human shape coming toward him, naked and glowing oddly.

"What the-" He jumps to his feet, looking for a knife.

[cursed_bent]

Valen jumps a step back and freezes, empty hands held up in front of him to show that he's unarmed. "Whoa, Locke, stop. It's me. Valen."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke stares. The voice is right, but - fucking hell.

"Valen? What happened?" He sounds very nearly frightened. And a little embarrassed about being so, but.

[cursed_bent]

Valen winces at the near fear in Locke's voice. "It's...a long story" He doesn't start in on any explanation yet, waiting to see what Locke does.

[slythelegance]

Pansy had been reading on the front steps, keeping to herself as usual. She looks up suddenly and the book promptly drops into her lap, her eyes wide.

"..."

[cursed_bent]

Valen pauses not far from the porch, wondering if walking in the front door is the brightest idea while stark naked, or if he should try to figure out which window was his and go in that way. Then he notices the girl on the porch staring at him. "...Hello?"

[slythelegance]

She doesn't get flustered too easily, but, well... naked make figure standing right in front of her.

"...Why are you naked?" she blurts out.

[cursed_bent]

"Well," he says slowly, deciding what to say. He points at the shimmering blue sea grass wrapping his hand and arm. "These don't work so well if they're covered. So, naked."

[rockabye_hamlet]

So, was Chernobyl nice?

[cursed_bent]

"Was...what?" He stares in confusion, he's never heard of Chernobyl.

[rockabye_hamlet]

You're looking very radioactive today. That's okay, but your tattoo artist, you're going to want to talk to him. I'm pretty sure he didn't clean his needles.

[cursed_bent]

"Right..." Valen is now looking at him like he's nuts, because he doesn't understand a word he's saying. Radioactivity means nothing to him.

[not_snake_bite]

Steerpike has barely settled in the Mansion, and part of this process is of course knowing the terrain - ins, outs, and all in between. Besides, he needs to explore his future domain as thoroughly as possible.

Now, if he could only convince Lady Melisande to accept his services.... and in the middle of meditations that involve the ghastly usage of that lovely flask he picked up last night, a figure strikes him as more than singular.

"Damned carvers," he exclaims, "won't you have your females weave you clothes?"

What does he care? Carvers are not the most ambition-worthy of people anyway.

[cursed_bent]

"Damned...what?" He looks very confused. "What are you talking about?"

[not_snake_bite]

"Carvers." Steerpike replies dryly through his mask, as though it were the utmost evidence. "And please, do get something on."

Admittedly, Steerpike is dripping with jealousy. Why? Very simply enough, his interlocutor has a near-perfect body in his eyes. Then again, by comparison, everyone has a perfect body, considering Steerpike's awful burn scars.

T: Pesky LJ. *pokes with curling iron*. Never saw this post until now. Slithering apologies.

[cursed_bent]

Valen has his share of scars as well, though not generally from burns, and they're just less noticable under the gards. "I would," he says, "but I haven't got anything too put on." He'd been going someone specific and expecting to get clothes when he got there. Really, the mask gets Valen's curiosity more than any visible scars.

Mun: Don't worry about it, same thing happens to me.

[_hellblazer_]

John had stepped outside for a bit of fresh air, and to sneak a smoke where his husband couldn't fuss at him for it... and stared a little. Now, John's seen a lot of strange things in his time. But never has he seen a naked man with glowing blue tattoos.

He flicks the cigarette to the ground and clears his throat, "Help you, squire?"

[cursed_bent]

"If you had a spare pair of trousers on hand I wouldn't say no." He grins, the glowing facial gards shifting with the movement, unselfconcious about the nudity. "I imagine I'd cause a bit of a stir if I walked in there like this."

[_hellblazer_]

"I wouldn't complain," he mutters, eying Valen appreciatively. "My husband might, though. Yeah, sure. I'll grab you some trousers. Euh -- don't move, yeah?"

[cursed_bent]

He grins, noticing and appreciating the eyeing. "Thanks. I'll be right here, got no where else to go at the moment, anyway."