The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

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Who: Dorian Gray and Adrian Veidt.
Where: Floor 7, Room 1. Dorian's room.
When: Today, during the truthiness flood.
What: Dorian presses Adrian for information on the libelist who goes by the name of Oscar Wilde.
Warnings: Murder, alcohol, sex (implied). 
Flood notes: Dorian is very much affected. He is also very much in his room and unreachable. He's

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Adrian had been about to leave for Dorian's room when the Admiral's flood announcement came over the PA system. He swore to himself, and then glanced around, checked the network one last time. It seemed no one could figure out what this flood was, or how it had affected them, if they even were affected. It was too soon to know details

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Dorian heard the knock at his door and went to it. This door was like his bedroom door in London save one detail; unlike an interior door, this one had a peep hole as if it were a door to the street. Incongruity aside, Dorian was thankful for the difference as he peered out and caught sight of the man he had taken leave of the previous evening in the library

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Oh, decadence. It was something Adrian missed from his evenings at Studio 54. True, those had been mostly for show and media attention, but he had enjoyed certain companionship, without the press being able to print too many of the details. The atmosphere was almost relaxing, and there were few places on the Barge where Adrian felt able to relax. He was beginning to feel he had made the right choice in coming here

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Dorian shut and locked his door and followed Adrian to the small sitting area that was here, just as it was in his bedroom in London. He missed his parlour, but this, it seemed, would have to suffice. Dorian sat on the divan at a diagonal to Adrian, and had been about to reach into his jacket for another cigarette, and to offer one to Adrian, when the other mentioned the flood. Dorian's expression grew serious and intent.

"No. Well, in a way, they have warned me, but I haven't heard more than just that strange things happen during the floods."

He paused for a moment, and then asked, "What do you know about them?"

[INTERMISSION]

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He had not enjoyed himself or another person this thoroughly in quite some time. Most often, sex was tainted with the other person becoming too attached, or somehow being utterly insufferable after the fact. He did not think that Adrian would be such a person, thankfully. Perhaps this would happen again with him. It would be a first for Dorian.

Dorian rolled over to the night stand and felt for his silver case. Withdrawing a cigarette, he struck a match and lit his cigarette. After this, he settled himself back against the pillows and glanced at Adrian beside him.

"Would you like one?" he asked.

[triggered_it]

He nodded, accepting another cigarette from Dorian. The sex had been fantastic, not at all disappointing. The Barge had its perks. In his world, sex tended to be dull, the partners equally dull, and something that he all together tried to avoid, though he was horribly bad at saying no.

Perhaps it was the utilitarian in him.

Dorian, at least, was ignorant of who he was. He liked that and thought he might try to keep it that way. However, in another sense, he could be more himself around Dorian than he could others, though he was careful not to let too much show through the mask.

He got the sense that Dorian wouldn't care what a terrible person he was, and would even applaud him for it. A part of him liked that idea as well. In fact, right now, he felt he could kill a million more people, again, or maybe save the world, again.

It was very odd how these two sides to him mixed.

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Dorian passed Adrian the cigarette and leaned over so that the other man could light it with Dorian's, which was already lit. Dorian simply could not be bothered to fetch the matches again