IC: CUDDLR (EUDIO)

[royalpassport]

JEFFERSON (21) I AM A TRAVELER AND ADVENTURER SEEKING COMPANY IN THIS NEW LAND. TELL ME A STORY AND I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT ONE OF THE WORLDS I'VE VISITED.

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OLD CUDDLR PROFILE (1/28/2017 - 5/1/2017):

I've traveled to many lands, some of which you may have read about in storybooks. A fun fact: Dormice make for terrible tea party guests.

No cuddling on the first date.

OLD CUDDLR PROFILE (9/21/2016 - 1/28/2017):

Single father who hasn't been on a date in more time than I care to admit. Let's start with getting to know each other over tea.

(Please stop calling me a 'DILF'. I'm not sure what that means, and I don't want to know.)

Comments

[vexy]

o well anything that saves from a bit of nasty can't be all bad :-)

uhhh i think round 1,000? give or take a few centuries? i know i'm not near 2,000 because i was born after 'the great war'. so many of those centuries blur 2gether

lol where i'm from a helpful fairy is a very suspicious thing, they r notoriously tricky, just like pixies. yeah a lot of ppl havent heard of mesmers, where i'm from i'm the last of my kind, and nobody else here in eudio has heard of em on their worlds either

guess that makes me a special snowflake i suppose

[royalpassport]

I would've preferred to have gotten the full brunt of the curse along with everyone else.

[ Because at least then he wouldn't have been driven mad. But no, Jefferson's being a buzzkill. ONTO MORE FAE TALK. ]

Around 1,000? No wonder you've lost count. Is that long-lived for fae?

It must be lonely. I can relate. Sort of.

[vexy]

i dont think i've ever seen some1 say they wanted a full curse?

naaaah, not even middle-aged. i guess humans would associate it with mid to late 30s?

well, i dunno if i'd say lonely. i always have people 2 spend time with. but u can relate, eh?

[royalpassport]

Well, you know what they say about ignorance. Being the only one to know you're cursed can be Hell in and of itself.

In a way. It sort of goes with the whole 'curse' thing.

[ After sending that response, he sort of stares at the screen for a bit, then decides to go out on a limb and actually try to jump back into this whole socializing thing, despite how strange it feels. ]

But enough about curses and snowflakes. I don't know about you, but I could do with a drink.

[vexy]

ohhhh damn. yeah. it really is bliss.

i always want a drink, darling. i GM at a nightclub called pandemonium, but if loud music and strobes arent ur thing, there's plenty of quieter places

1st round's on me

[royalpassport]

Quieter may be better. It's been a long time since I've been around very many people.

Then I'll be sure to get the 2nd.

[vexy]

not a problem. i know a few classy hole-in-the-wall places.

ooh! i like u already ;-)


(ooc: Want me to action this up, or FTB? :D )

[royalpassport]

:)

[ Writing out these smilies still feels weird and awkward, BUT WHATEVER, TEXTING AS A WHOLE IS A BIT OF A WEIRD MODE OF COMMUNICATION TO HIM. He's not used to it. ]

Just let me know the time and the place, and I'll be there.

(OOC: Action!)

action!

[vexy]

6pm, i'll shoot u the place once i'm sure its not packed. see ya sweetheart :-)


[ There was a 'hipster' district of Eudio, where people like him tended to stick out. He might have been the 'thing' in the 1970s britpunk scene, but that was too mainstream now, as was the designer brand makeup he wore.

The bars were small and uncrowded, as being packed would mean the place was instantly out-of-style, sometimes that pretentious shite worked to his advantage. He'd shot the cutie the location, then went ahead and sprawled out on a booth. And by sprawl, we mean legs up on the seat, one arm behind his head, the other on the table and holding his pint, eyes closed as he waited. ]

[royalpassport]

[ Having isolated himself within a giant mansion for nearly three decades, Jefferson's pretty relieved to find that the bar Vex wanted to meet at wasn't packed with people. He's pretty sure that if he walked in to find a big crowd to weave through, he'd instantly turn around and go back home. He wasn't always like this, of course-- once upon a time (ha), he'd been quite sociable. But he hasn't really had any opportunities to come out of his shell since the curse.

This is one of his first chances, really. And once he approaches the booths towards the back of the bar, he spots Vex fairly quickly. And the way he's dressed sort of reminds Jefferson of better days-- there are elements of styles he favored, or that he'd at least seen in other worlds he'd visited. Not like Storybrooke, where everyone was so drably down-to-earth. For his part, Jefferson probably appears overdressed, though really, the dress shirt, the waistcoat, the scarf, it's all everyday wear for him. He starts to shrug off his coat, offering a smile, though there's a hint of apprehension in it. Charm's easy enough to turn on when he's got an ulterior motive, but as he doesn't have one right now, he's just a bit... uneasy, being out in public. ]

You weren't waiting long, I hope.

[vexy]

Ooh! 'ello crumpet. You're worth the wait.

[ Vex went from lazy to perky instantaneously. He sat up, swiveled smoothly in his seat to face the other man, and offered him a wicked-looking crooked smile and a salacious wink. Everything about him matched that working-class London accent of his, untamed and unpolished. Yet very fashionable! So, naturally, his dark eyes went down to rake over Jefferson's choice of threads with a low whistle. ]

Nice. Bit warm for autumn, yeah? Still, I like it. Got a tailor?

[ He waved at the bartender to bring them another pint for Jefferson, which was set in front of him shortly. ]

[royalpassport]

[ There's something familiar in Vex's demeanor; it calls to mind the shady sorts of characters he used to do business with back in his thieving and portal jumping days. And so Jefferson relaxes, his smile growing more easygoing as he slides into the booth. ]

Perhaps, but I always run a little cold. [ And he shakes his head. ] No tailor. I do any alterations myself.

[ As the bartender sets a pint down in front of him, Jefferson eyes Vex, taking his appearance in with both approval and appreciation. ]

Not a lot of people were all that stylish back in Storybrooke. Where I'm... [ Not from, really. ] Where I'd been living. Your look is refreshing.

[vexy]

Do ya? Good with your hands then, yeah? [ Was everything an innuendo? Sure! He chuckled as he leaned back in his seat, took a swallow from his glass, then licked his lips. ]

Like it? Enjoy the view, love. You can stare all you want. [ He practically blossomed under attention. ] I've never heard of Storybrooke, what is that, a city? Sounds like something out of a kid's book.

[royalpassport]

[ There's a smile, and he laughs a little at the innuendo. ] I used to make a living with them. Never had any complaints. [ Take that however you'd like, Vex! ]

[ Still smiling, he takes a sip of his drink. But when Vex asks about Storybrooke, that's when Jefferson's usual gloom falls over him again. ] It's a town in Maine. [ There's an agitated twitch in his fingers, and he drums them on the table sharply. ] Where I've been trapped. Where everyone's been trapped.

[ Jefferson, you're never going to get any cuddling if you keep going from friendly to gloomy in the span of ten seconds. ]

[vexy]

[ Anybody who doesn't roll their eyes at his innuendo is a winner in Vex's book. ]

Maine? What, in the States? Bugger me. So the higher-ups here were able to pull you out of that, eh? So what are you lot then? Sex slaves to some power-crazed lobster fae?

[ How can anybody be gloomy when Vex comes up with crazy shit like that? ]

[royalpassport]

[ Jefferson's caught off guard by the remark enough to actually let out a real laugh. Sure, there's a little hint of crazy in his voice, but it definitely beats the doom and gloom. He didn't realize just how badly he needed this, some actual humor in his life. ]

God. No, I don't even want to think about servicing her like--

[ He laughs again, shaking his head. Though, truth be told, Regina's a beautiful woman. Rotten to her core, but beautiful. It's really just his hatred of her that makes the thought so unpleasant. ]

Nothing quite so exciting as that. She just made everyone... boring. Mundane. Human. No more magic, no more happy endings. Everyone living the same day, over and over again, nothing changing. Except for-- [ He gestures to himself, then takes another drink. ]

I'd prefer a lobster fae to the evil queen.

[vexy]

That's awful! I can't even imagine a world where we're all human. [ He even shuddered for emphasis. Not that he was completely in love with his fellow fae or anything, but variety was the spice of life! ]

I mean, sure, Eudio's not the most exciting place, but at least there's magic. And definitely happy endings. [ He gave a wink before making a brief 'jerk off' motion with his hand. You know, that sort of happy ending. ]

What were you then? Before you were human.

[royalpassport]

Oh, I'm human. Always have been. But not everyone was. The town shrink used to be a cricket. [ JIMINY CRICKET, actually. ] I was just... I used to be a portal jumper. Traveled to different magical worlds, worlds others couldn't get to, and brought back treasures and trinkets-- for a price. [ And he made sooo many enemies along the way.

He takes a long drink, then fixes Vex with another intrigued look. ]

But what about you? What sets mesmers apart from other fae?

[vexy]

Ohhh, human but magic human, yeah? I gotcha. Well that sounds like a right kick in the bollocks, there you are able to hop anywhere and along comes Queen Lob and shuts it all down.

[ Because 'lobster fae' and 'evil queen' apparently got combined into 'Queen Lob'. ]

Well, I'm the last of my kind which sets me apart right there. A mesmer has the power to control your body. It doesn't work the same way here in Eudio, since they're all about 'consent' and all that shite. If you give me permission, I show you. I promise, it doesn't hurt. Unless you want it to. [ Wink. ]

[royalpassport]

[ And, in response to that wink, Jefferson blinks a few times, trying to imagine how it could be fun to give up control of one's body like that. He's spent so many years feeling utterly helpless that he's pretty much certain he couldn't tolerate being unable to even control his own body. In his youth, however, that would've seemed adventurous. But then, he was something of a thrillseeker back then.

Still, it's an intriguing thought. ]

I've never met anyone who could do that. [ Not even Rumplestiltskin, he's sure. ] Do people know, when you use your magic? Or do you control the mind, too?

[vexy]

Not surprised, no one I've met here seems to know about us. We're a rare lot, I suppose.

[ He didn't know why he bothered to say 'us', since he's been the only one in... forever. ]

And that depends on the situation, really. Mesmer doesn't affect your mind, but y'know how your mind can play tricks on you? Make you doubt yourself?

So imagine you're driving along, then suddenly you veer off the road. You'd probably be stunned, right? Wondering what happened? Your first thought wouldn't be 'oh, clearly someone controlled me', yeah? You'd think you made a mistake. You can't feel the power, there's no drain, no sign, no evidence.

Scary, yeah? Not so much in Eudio, it's all very friendly here.

[ He said with the slightest bit of a sneer, but it was followed by a smirk. ]

It's how I feed, so I gotta play nice or I go hungry.

[royalpassport]

[ He lets out a short laugh. ] Oh, I know all too well. [ Twenty-eight years of solitary confinement, even in a large and beautiful prison, can lead to the mind playing all sorts of tricks on a person. ]

That sounds... Scary. Yeah. To say the least. [ And immeasurably useful, he's sure. At least, in a land where consent isn't the top priority. Not that Jefferson has any complaints about that. ]

Oh. So letting you take control is sort of like giving to a good cause. [ Not that that means much to Jefferson. He never was the charitable sort. But still, he has to ask: ] What would you do if I gave you permission to use your powers? [ He takes a drink, and then adds: ] Hypothetically.

[vexy]

[ Vex drew in a slow breath as his eyes raked over Jefferson - or at least as much of him as he could see with a table blocking some of the best view. ] With you? Oh, darling, I have a list already.

[ He chuckled easily, then his eyebrows bobbed. ] You know what it's great for? Showing people what I like. No guesswork, no fumbling, the exact spots that drive me wild. But if you mean what would I have you do right now? Mm, jack off under the table, probably. I'd love to see your 'O' face in public.

Hypothetically. [ That was added with a devilish look. ]

[royalpassport]

[ Should he feel like some kind of prey, with Vex looking over him like that? Funny, as he drinks and begins to feel more at ease in the company of another, he's finding he doesn't mind it so much. So he smirks when the fae mentions a list, clearly not opposed to that notion.

And then he widens his eyes briefly before he recovers his wits. ]

Is the 'public' part essential?

[ Nobody else has seen his O face in decades, not even in private. He's got to get used to walking before he can run again! But at least he's amused (and, yeah, intrigued) rather than offended. ]

Maybe one day I'll let you run through that list. You've piqued my curiosity, after all. [ He just needs to get over his fears of having no control, first. Kind of a hurdle. ]

[vexy]

Nah, not essential. I'm flexible. [ And given the look on his face, there was a definite 'in more ways than one' implied there. ]

Mm, I'd love to pique more than just your curiosity, crumpet. But I'll take what I can get. I know not everyone likes to kiss on the first date. [ Wink! Yes, that was about the fourth wink since they've met. It was just the sort of fae he was. ]