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[devilstongue]

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[halforc]

Yeah, that's a mood.

[ Smiling at the ceiling as Molly rouses and promptly hides his shame, Fjord pets through his hair and chuckles beneath him. A blush stains his cheeks, which is entirely stupid considering what happened last night (both being too thirsty to put a hold on things) but his face burns regardless. ]

Good morning to you, too. [ A kiss plants on the base of a horn. ] You okay?

[devilstongue]

[ He chuckles a bit against Fjord but nods at the question. ]

I'm fine. Just... apparently too horny to do things the good way.

[ Molly's hand comes to play lightly with the hint of chest hair he can see. There's still ice in his spine from the worry that this is it, now... but Fjord had called himself his boyfriend. Said things about a mate that he didn't quite understand but appreciated nonetheless. ]

It was amazing, and I'm sorry. It should probably been more romantic.

[halforc]

Hey, hey.

[ He crooks a finger under Molly's chin to try to get him to look up. ]

I couldn't keep my hands off you either, buddy. You're not in this literal mess alone.

[ Grinning guiltily, he glances down at their rumpled, soiled bedsheets. Wet-wipes covered in come really should have been stuffed in a bin outside last night but they stare back from the corners of the tent like judgemental eyes.

Fjord leans in for a soft, chaste kiss, because it's sweet and also ... morning breath. Sincere. ]

I don't regret it.

[devilstongue]

[ That makes Mollymauk laugh, meeting that sweet kiss with a somewhat relieved sigh. Okay, so he's fine. They're fine. Everything's fine.

Turning a bit, he immediately makes a face as he feels his thigh stick to the nylon. They really were in a mess - he should have worn a condom, too, just to save the sleeping bags. ]

What time is it? [ He asks, a little confused as he tries to look for that phone he knows Fjord had earlier that night. ]

[halforc]

[ At the mention of the time his eyes widen and he glances around; Caduceus's kit and costume is in here. He'll have had to wait for them to ... vacate before getting to play on the field today. Ah, shit. The phone is found after he sits up, trapped in his half-off trousers as he tries to keep a corner of the sleeping bag over his bare groin. There's a lot going on!! ]

Uh, it's ten. Ish. Not so bad ... We should, um, clean up and get a move on. Did you still want to go into the field today?

[devilstongue]

I think we better, the paladin and the simple carnie are big talk among the common folk, I'm sure.

[ He grins, giving a wink as he tries to at least find his shirt and pants, so he can do the walk of pride back to his tent to get ready. ]

I'll get the trash!

[ Picking up all the wipes and foil, he then turns to wink at Fjord, suddenly looking way too pleased with himself. ]

You know, I'll get myself tested. Then next time, it can be even more special.

[ He wiggles the condom, because he's a gross asshole. ]

[halforc]

Molly, good god. Throw that shit into the nearest bin out there.

[ He huffs and puffs as though scandalised, smiling all the time as he uses some wipes to get himself pseudo-clean and starts ferreting for his leathers. Rumpled sweatpants are kicked off and he waits, blanket on his lap, for Molly to leave before he has to wriggle unsexily into his clothes. ]

Will you let Caduceus know it's ... safe to return?

[ A hurried tidying will take place as soon as the tentflaps close, that's for sure. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly cackles as he leaves, throwing it all in a bin just three steps outside. Going over to Yasha's and his tent, he sticks his head in to see pink hair on his own cot, where Caducueus is sitting and reading a book. Their eyes meet, and he smiles somewhat nervously, but the firbolg just seems happy and gets up to grab his gear.

He gets attacked from behind by Yasha instead, who lifts him up and essentially strong-arms him into a shower. (They had made a small one from a 2l soda bottle, thank you YouTube.) Then he's tossed clothes and gets a pat on his cheek for his now somewhat drenched-kitten state.

All mostly fair, as he was probably stinking of sex.

A while later he's redressed himself, sans the bloodied coat, and has set up everything as it should be, ready for another day of shenanigans. ]

[halforc]

[ Fjord frantically gets the sleeping bags back in order and yanks his trousers on before Caduceus comes peering into the tent. Thankfully, the sheer obviousness of what went on last night means Caduceus is happy to talk about the day ahead, already knowing (or having guessed) enough not to need to discuss Fjord's illicit shenanigans. They make it only the field a little later than the others, given how much Caduceus has to layer and the braids for his hair, and apart from some sly looks his way from other larpers Fjord is back in the mood to play.

He spends a ton of 'gold' on little treasures he thinks Molly will like, cute potions bottles and a necklace, some homemade honey for Yasha and a big vegetarian lunch for Caduceus. When he catches sight of Molly he does his best to glance away as though unaffected; just Travis, no one else. It's extremely hard. ]

[devilstongue]

[ When Fjord exits the tent a few other of the larpers even cheer, since they had essentially been in VIP seats at the Dickening™ the night before.

Out on the field, Molly's making a dramatic reenactment of the day before, with Yasha as his Lorenzo AND Travis, bidding people to come see more at their carnival and handing out even more flyers (some with blood stains!).

Later in the day, 'Tal' slinks closer to Travis and joins his table, putting his head in his hands and giving him a shit-eating grin. Of course he's going to make it difficult. ]

Sooo, Sir Travis... you swore to protect me, didn't you?

[halforc]

[ There he is, the terror in lilac. Fjord finishes taking a swig of his drink before looking at him. ]

I did, are you currently in peril?

[ Glancing pointedly around the extremely safe tavern-tent. ]

[devilstongue]

Well, I did die... for a moment. Does that count as an oath failure?

[ When not hearing about dragons and fighting a really cool battle (and being raised from the dead!) Molly apparently seems pretty good at keeping in character.

...the smile is a little too fond, though. ]

[halforc]

I had my Cleric bring you back to life and I avenged you.

[ He leans in, just close enough that they could kiss but it wouldn't be ic. Because rules. ]

Don't go picking fights with any more hulks.

[devilstongue]

Oh-ho... it's your cleric? A pity.

[ Molly glances briefly at those tempting lips and then leans away again with a teasing smile. ]

Well, are you willing to do it all over again?

[halforc]

It's not —

[ Like that. Except he doesn't need to explain because it's not real, wow. He reins in his temperament to something cooler. ]

If you run headlong into a fight, don't expect me to save you every time.

[ He would. ]

[devilstongue]

Oh, I don't intent to, darling. You holy types, though... you might have a duty to take care of. Spreading the peace and all that.

[ Because of course Tal can't just say he wants help, he has to see if he could have an angle to force them to help him first. Because he's more of a dick than Molly is. ]

I'm sure you've heard of our carnival... it seems some of our guests are having... living issues.

[halforc]

A duty.

[ Tal is a little more of a shit than Molly, this is definitely a fun time for the tiefling as he makes-believe. ]

Would that be the sort of living issue where you need me to put them up for a night or the kind where they're acting undead? One of those I can help with.

[devilstongue]

The kind where they are trying to eat other people's faces. So the latter, with more hungry.

[ He backs away a bit and then throws his hands up in 'frustration'. ]

I don't know how this happened! If it gets out, we're ruined... so I thought, since you're a man of honor and almost broke your oath, I am asking you to handle this.

[halforc]

You know that's called blackmail, right? Or guilt-tripping, take your pick.

[ He sits back in his chair, enjoying the show. ]

Maybe with a little emotional manipulation thrown in for good measure.

[devilstongue]

Well, I don't have a gold on me, so whatever gets me what I want! It's a rough world out there even without people trying to eat you.

[ Tal says, a little sourly even if Molly is doing his best to not smile. ]

...plus you're a paladin, so I doubt a roll in the hay isn't going to pay for it, either. [ Oohh, it's so hard to keep in character! ] So blackmail and all that other stuff it is.

[halforc]

[ Humming thoughtfully as he pretends to think it over, he leans forward on the table. ]

I'll do it — for a kiss.

[devilstongue]

[ He blinks at that, and then snorts. ]

...you're going to kill two zombies for a poor ringmaster's kiss? I'm impressed.

[ Tal does lean in, however, to give Travis what he wants. ]

[halforc]

I've killed for far less.

[ What a badass. The kiss lingers, a smile pressed into it before he rises from his seat. ]

Show me where the monsters are, then. [ Travis sweeps his cloak over a shoulder, hand on the hilt of his sword. ] I need something to work up my appetite for dinner. They'll do.

[devilstongue]

[ That kind of makes him sound more like a murderer than a champion for peace, and Molly really has to stop himself from laughing. The rest is pretty damn cool, though, and he eyes 'Travis' shamelessly. Character and outfit aside... that's his boyfriend. What a fucking lucky bitch he is. ]

Very well. This way.

[ He leads Fjord to a tent at the very corner of the IC field, where there's a mock 'shed'. Some people seem to have been here already to help him with the zombies, and now it's Travis turn. After all, Molly's been letting a lot of people feel like heroes today, and he's ending it with the two 'last' zombies for Fjord. ]

Careful, paladin. One bite and they turn you.

[ He draws his own scimitars, but stays to the side, using one to unlatch the 'shed'. The two crew members dressed as zombies immediately stumble towards them with horrible groans, and suddenly Matt is there again to keep an eye on things. ]

[halforc]

[ Midway through the 'fight' with the zombies, everything has to be paused and Matt jogs off to find a crewmember willing to put on one of the bigger suits ... because Fjord summons a Barlgura. Turns out, he isn't as strong as he looks and the extra demon is needed to squash one zombie as he deals with the other. Much fairer odds!

Kind of embarrassing but the important thing is that he wins and he gets to see Matt in the gorilla costume himself, with no one else willing. ]

Victory! Are you satisfied now, Tal? Is my honour restored?