[Fitz is sprawled across his chaise lounge. Why? Because that's the point of having a chaise lounge.]
It seems like someone's a lucky demon. For the given value of luck considering. [You know, being stuck in a weird afterlife on a spaceship, which might or might not be considered lucky.]
[And Stolas is in turn lying on his own chaise lounge, arced curves in purple and gold. He's holding one hand up idly, glowing blue, and there's a very faint limn on the edge of the camera that suggests the same.
Mostly he just looks a bit awkward about being surprised by the phone call; he's got a dressing gown only half-tied, the rest of him naked but for the feathers, but with no visible genitalia.]
The night's still young, I suppose. [Though that's probably not what he means.] I'm- sorry, what are you referring to?
[It's always nice to see someone who really understands the point of furniture.
Fitz grins at him.] First, you have to promise that you're better at keeping certain information private than the whole 'human' thing. You're right, a lot of places humans don't pay any attention. [He's willing not to count Stolas' introduction as proof that he's a bad liar.]
[It is just INCREDIBLY late, enough that it's probably early at this point, so it would be little wonder if Stolas didn't get this particular message until much later in the day.]
Stooooolas~ fuck. You're probably sleep. You're just. so fucking hot. And you've got those soft feathers all down your chest and I just wanna
[Then there's the loudest yawn.]
The fuck is my room. handle. door. [Then there's a thump.] Fucking floor. Not as soft as you.
[It's unclear whose room Blitzø had been aiming for as he's halfway to Stolas' or severely lost on his way to his own. Fortunately perhaps for the actual room owner, the door is locked and Blitzø had given up trying to find the doorknob that kept dodging him by being in the spot that it should be on any door. So he'd curled up outside of it like a particularly messy, half naked and sticky cat and promptly passed out.]
Blitzø isn't feeling anxious. He's entire cool and collected as he heads towards Stolas' room. So what if the barge is just packed full of hot and mostly DTF people. Who cared if at least a couple of them had made it clear that they felt Stolas was also hot. He's not worried at all about what might happen if Stolas found someone better (which was basically everyone in his mind) here. It's not why he's headed there right now with every intention of rocking the goetian's world tonight.
Satan, he's getting shit at even lying to himself. It has been weighing on his mind of what might happen if Stolas... met someone else here that he liked more. Which Blitzø had to admit wouldn't really be hard either. About the only thing he had to offer was the kinky shit he knew Stolas liked, which was harder to do when the Admiral wasn't about to hand over bear traps without question. But he was nothing if not creative and had a couple of knives that he could use, so he was feeling not exactly confident but good enough to fake it when he knocked on Stolas' door and positioned himself leaning next to it, looking as cool and confident as he definitely didn't feel.
Never let it be said that he's never happy to see Blitzø, but that's different to expecting to see him. It's not like they forward-plan most of their nights together, so - maybe hope springs eternal that they'll just cuddle, or talk.
Not that the sex is a lacking alternative, he certainly loves that too. But, you know. The hope is still there.
"Blitzy!" He answers the door half-dressed, still in his fancy pantaloons and his shirt fully unbuttoned. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Fuck, he'd tried to look hot and here was Stolas immediately looking twice as good and like he'd just fucking woken up like that. It just seemed more evidence that Blitzø wasn't going to stand a chance of keeping what they had, no matter how quickly he pushed the thoughts down.
Instead he plastered a smile on his face and slid inside, tail flicking behind him.
"What, like I need a reason to see you?" It's a touch too defensive and he glances away, covering it by moving further into the room and feining boredom.
"I just figured it's been a minute since we had some real fun and maybe, you know... I mean. I can't do the bear traps here but~" He produced the knife, holding it up proudly and letting the light catch the blade.
"I've got this!" Because kinky knife play was clearly the answer.
It's been a shitty few weeks and there's not really any sign of it getting better any time soon but there's one thing Blitzø figures he can do that might at least solve one part of it. Sure, he and Stolas haven't really talked since before the flood and while he still had no idea what the fuck had gotten the royal bird panties in a twist, he was pretty sure he knew how to fuck them back to being untwisted.
...the metaphor was shakey but he was still pretty confident in his logic.
So he arranges himself in front of Stolas' door and knocks loudly.
"Hey Stolas! Open up this door and then prepare to open up your legs because I'm gonna eat that bird puss like it's Sinsgiving!"
The door opens quickly at Blitz's voice - as in, it gets slammed open and Stolas looks mortified, his white face feathers betraying the deep crimson beneath them as he glares down at his imp.
"Blitzy-" And that is a dangerous patience in his voice. "-You do not need to be yelling about such- things in the middle of the fucking hallway!"
[Hanna had been totally trying to sleep, eyes closed, arms folded behind his head and resting on his not so great pillow. He's almost there when the commotion next door starts just blasting through his drafty front door, eyes now wide open, staring up at the ceiling.] Yikes dude...
[He knows that voice, and by association the one that comes after and tries not to listen as their whole shit just spirals.
He waits a bit, long enough after for Blitz to leave and pushes himself up out of bed and starts shuffling around the room.
It isn't long before he's using his foot to gently knock on Stolas's door, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands(Abuelitas since that is the good shit he keeps in the cupboard).] Hey, um. You okay in there?
[Hanna Falk Cross wellness check ready and waiting, neighbor.]
The amount of waiting Hanna takes is, unfortunately, enough for Stolas to clear through at least one bottle of wine, handily stolen from his comatose warden's cabin, but he has the foresight to put it down before he hears the sound of someone gently kicking at his chamber door.
"Hold on, I'm- I'm coming, no thanks to fucking Blitz, hah."
He opens the door, and - the smell of red wine hits instantly, not necessarily overwhelming but prominent in his feathers, as he uses the doorframe to brace himself. Hanna's seen Stolas around, surely, seen the way he carries himself like a whole-ass bird, all sharp lines and smooth movements; right now he's drunk, teetering to keep himself balanced as he bends at the waist to squint blearily at Hanna.
[Hanna saw the announcement, knows that Stolas is probably upset, but...he doesn't really like him right now, so instead? He'll just stick an owl to his door, the open wings of it full of an ocean of stars courtesy of one illusion rune hidden inside the folds. It's pretty magic, but harmless. The illusion only lasts a month unless it's given a re-up, though Hanna leaves no note, just his H.X signature in fine point hidden somewhere that it isn't very noticeable.]
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It seems like someone's a lucky demon. For the given value of luck considering. [You know, being stuck in a weird afterlife on a spaceship, which might or might not be considered lucky.]
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Mostly he just looks a bit awkward about being surprised by the phone call; he's got a dressing gown only half-tied, the rest of him naked but for the feathers, but with no visible genitalia.]
The night's still young, I suppose. [Though that's probably not what he means.] I'm- sorry, what are you referring to?
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[after Johann's party]
Stooooolas~ fuck. You're probably sleep. You're just. so fucking hot. And you've got those soft feathers all down your chest and I just wanna
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The fuck is my room. handle. door. [Then there's a thump.] Fucking floor. Not as soft as you.
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(In case what? Who knows. Just, in case.)
So he wakes up when he gets the audio.
And frowns with concern at the audio.
And slips out of bed and into a dressing gown to check the hallways for Blitzø. Because that didn't sound like he made it to his room.]
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Satan, he's getting shit at even lying to himself. It has been weighing on his mind of what might happen if Stolas... met someone else here that he liked more. Which Blitzø had to admit wouldn't really be hard either. About the only thing he had to offer was the kinky shit he knew Stolas liked, which was harder to do when the Admiral wasn't about to hand over bear traps without question. But he was nothing if not creative and had a couple of knives that he could use, so he was feeling not exactly confident but good enough to fake it when he knocked on Stolas' door and positioned himself leaning next to it, looking as cool and confident as he definitely didn't feel.
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Not that the sex is a lacking alternative, he certainly loves that too. But, you know. The hope is still there.
"Blitzy!" He answers the door half-dressed, still in his fancy pantaloons and his shirt fully unbuttoned. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Instead he plastered a smile on his face and slid inside, tail flicking behind him.
"What, like I need a reason to see you?" It's a touch too defensive and he glances away, covering it by moving further into the room and feining boredom.
"I just figured it's been a minute since we had some real fun and maybe, you know... I mean. I can't do the bear traps here but~" He produced the knife, holding it up proudly and letting the light catch the blade.
"I've got this!" Because kinky knife play was clearly the answer.
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...the metaphor was shakey but he was still pretty confident in his logic.
So he arranges himself in front of Stolas' door and knocks loudly.
"Hey Stolas! Open up this door and then prepare to open up your legs because I'm gonna eat that bird puss like it's Sinsgiving!"
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"Blitzy-" And that is a dangerous patience in his voice. "-You do not need to be yelling about such- things in the middle of the fucking hallway!"
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[He knows that voice, and by association the one that comes after and tries not to listen as their whole shit just spirals.
He waits a bit, long enough after for Blitz to leave and pushes himself up out of bed and starts shuffling around the room.
It isn't long before he's using his foot to gently knock on Stolas's door, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands(Abuelitas since that is the good shit he keeps in the cupboard).] Hey, um. You okay in there?
[Hanna Falk Cross wellness check ready and waiting, neighbor.]
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"Hold on, I'm- I'm coming, no thanks to fucking Blitz, hah."
He opens the door, and - the smell of red wine hits instantly, not necessarily overwhelming but prominent in his feathers, as he uses the doorframe to brace himself. Hanna's seen Stolas around, surely, seen the way he carries himself like a whole-ass bird, all sharp lines and smooth movements; right now he's drunk, teetering to keep himself balanced as he bends at the waist to squint blearily at Hanna.
"Can I help you, little one?"
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u still got ur puss clenched???
[Because surely if you just ignore a problem for a while it'll get better, right??]
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May I include you as a source of magical learning when I issue my report of the Cross incident?
[Hey neighbor, he's not here]
Backdated to yesterday, shortly after the announcement!
Hi, Stolas.
I'm Lucy. You probably know I've been assigned to you! When's a good time for us to talk?
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[At least he'd had more than one conversation with Neal before they got paired.]
If you'd be so kind as to put me on your room filter, I can be there shortly. I'm in the greenhouse at the moment.
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Lucy is amazing. You're in great hands. But I'm still here if you ever need to talk?
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I am... terribly sorry, still, that the Admiral apparently didn't see fit to let you finish your duties before reassigning them.
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Could we talk? In your rooms? I'd like this to be private.
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It's him why is he surprised.]
Certainly, miss Gainsborough. I'll get us some tea going, if you'd like.
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