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You've got to give until you get (open)
CHARACTERS: Ossie and YOU!
DATE: Post-excursion
LOCATION: Various
SITUATION: Ossie concocts some bright ideas
WARNINGS: Aftermath of excessive drinking
Ossie hasn’t felt the full brunt of a hangover in something like sixty-ish years. It’s a rough guess; one day he woke up for another morning of torment in Arcadia without a pounding headache. Or perhaps just not feeling it anymore. Like an evolutionary adaption on a much smaller scale. Or maybe his liver is magic now. Who knows? Not him.
The point is that he swans out of bed as put-together as he always is, rising early with Giles. He has a plan thought of last night and he’s intending on following through. Write drunk and edit sober, as they say.
At around midday, there’s a knock at your door. A small care package of painkillers and bottled water has been left for you, along with a small wrapped sweet from Scoops. Ossie can be seen dropping off a similar package at the doors neighbouring yours.
You might be wanting a nice quiet breakfast/brunch/’whenever you wake up’ meal to deal with the worst of the Never Have I Ever game. TOO BAD, HERE’S OSWALD. He’s just going to sit himself down across from you with something to snack on for himself, asking something to the effect of “how have you pulled up?” “are you feeling alright?” “do you want me to get you some water?”
He might be mother hen-ing a bit.
Ossie’s on a tear. He can’t help it. Once he gets going with the gift-giving he’s a veritable little Saint Nick. Even if you aren’t hungover, or really doing much of anything, you’re not safe from Ossie.
Catch him leaving a little packet of trail mix in amongst your belongings if you leave them unattended, or dropping it near you while you’re doing something else.
Wildcard!
DATE: Post-excursion
LOCATION: Various
SITUATION: Ossie concocts some bright ideas
WARNINGS: Aftermath of excessive drinking
You've got to prime the pump, you must have faith and believe
Ossie hasn’t felt the full brunt of a hangover in something like sixty-ish years. It’s a rough guess; one day he woke up for another morning of torment in Arcadia without a pounding headache. Or perhaps just not feeling it anymore. Like an evolutionary adaption on a much smaller scale. Or maybe his liver is magic now. Who knows? Not him.
The point is that he swans out of bed as put-together as he always is, rising early with Giles. He has a plan thought of last night and he’s intending on following through. Write drunk and edit sober, as they say.
At around midday, there’s a knock at your door. A small care package of painkillers and bottled water has been left for you, along with a small wrapped sweet from Scoops. Ossie can be seen dropping off a similar package at the doors neighbouring yours.
You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive
You might be wanting a nice quiet breakfast/brunch/’whenever you wake up’ meal to deal with the worst of the Never Have I Ever game. TOO BAD, HERE’S OSWALD. He’s just going to sit himself down across from you with something to snack on for himself, asking something to the effect of “how have you pulled up?” “are you feeling alright?” “do you want me to get you some water?”
He might be mother hen-ing a bit.
Drink all the water you can hold, wash your face, cool your feet
Ossie’s on a tear. He can’t help it. Once he gets going with the gift-giving he’s a veritable little Saint Nick. Even if you aren’t hungover, or really doing much of anything, you’re not safe from Ossie.
Catch him leaving a little packet of trail mix in amongst your belongings if you leave them unattended, or dropping it near you while you’re doing something else.
Leave the bottle full for others, thank you kindly, desert Pete
Wildcard!
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"So. I'm still working out my own toes, so to speak. Flirting is good. It's great. I love it, that hasn't changed for me."
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His smile is all sweet and compassion, and Ossie doesn't move his hand until Bash does.
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The hand lingers, still.
cw: sexual assault references
Counting off on his fingers, a second point.
"Second. There is no response to what you went through that is 'required'. Some of us choose to never partake in the act again, some do it liberally, some do it only with select people, some under only specific circumstances. Any or none of these are reasonable responses, and you can only choose what is right for you."
"Thirdly; some of us, myself included, were not physically distressed the entire time it was happening. This doesn't mean it was fine and dandy or that the experience as a whole was not traumatic, it simply means that ones body was functioning as bodies do in the circumstances. Some of us may very well even come to enjoy similar... situations as was found in our durances. I was spied upon during mine, and I've come to enjoy voyeurism upon my return. The opposite may also be true, of course, and there's never any telling which way the dice will fall. What brings us pleasure is a complicated mix of bio and psychology, and once again, does not bring any fault or blame onto oneself."
Fourth finger now, "and finally... well, seeking active and enthusiastic yes-es and no's are vital to one's recovery. To know ones hard limits is important, and what brings one bliss. But also vital is the capacity for ambiguity, for neutrality. For sex itself and specific acts within to neither be an incredible fulfilling spiritual experience or the worst thing you've experienced. Does that all make sense?"
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But there's the arrow straight to the heart that he probably needed.
"I..."
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Ossie tries his best to stay jovial, gives a brief glance around the room to ensure their privacy and give Bash a minute.
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"Okay. I think I got words for part of what I need."
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And all his attention returns to him.
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Again is, of course, the operative word.
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It earns Bash a small nod and a smile, "I'm sorry. We aren't... sympathetic victims. But we had our own torments all the same."
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He chuckles. "Mostly, I just needed to state that aloud, that being 'Mr. Perfect Super-Dom' isn't my role anymore. That I get to not be that, here."
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Such is the nature of the fairest lands- even if this place isn't them quite directly.
"I'm a switch myself. For both dominance and positioning; really I just enjoy myself when my partner is enjoying themself. Or theirselves, as it were."