[ACRO] GLoG 28: The People's Republic of Magtok

[Reinholdt]

"I've seen someone quite like a god. I can assure you, it's not all that appealing." He stretches... and gets a message.

Huh. That's going to suck for Lex. Reinholdt on his part shrugs.

Then stops to wonder how poorly run this place is if they're listening to someone who's already proven to be mentally unwell as a source of accurate data.

[SeptAngel]

She shoots George a look as if to say "shut up" and looks to Falgorn. You just startled me is all. I thought you were in the hot tub...

[Jackalajack]

"But gosh intelligence and looks have nothing to do with being nervous!" responds George.

[Falgorn]

"I hope I gave you a pleasant surprise." He moves closer to her, idly running and finger up her arm.

[happyturtle]

And the tape of Chelonie saying that Lex is mentally unwell (and unfit to run) is immediately dispatched to every GLoG members via drone. Whee.

Chelnoie begins to cry. "I... I guess I should... put a notice on the board. Can you... print that out?"

She seems barely able to speak.

If Czernov prints out a transcript of what she said, she'll sign it so it can be posted on the bulletin board, while the med drones buzz about her and try to put her in bed.

[SeptAngel]

She gets goosebumps and shivers at his touch. I'm not complaining if that's what you mean.

[Kaelaroth]

Blah-blah, and the poster verifying Lex's insanity is signed by Chelonie and stuck on the bulletin board.

[Falgorn]

His hand moves upward, to gently stroke her chin.

[Jackalajack]

George grins and decides to leave the two lovebirds alone. Chirp chirp chirp.

"Gosh I sure do hope they have all sorts of fun together! Like a picnic or a moonlit walk!" George comments to himself when he's out of their earshot. He finds a nice spot outside to lay down on the grass and look at the sky. It's not like he much else to do.

[SeptAngel]

She chews her bottom lip, looking up to him.

[Falgorn]

Falgorn smirks. He has her right where he wants her. He yawns. Manipulating people isn't as easy as it sounds. Not that it sounds easy. He moves his hand, to brush away any and every stray hair.

[happyturtle]

Chelonie slips into unconsciousness in the infirmary.

Vasi falls asleep in front of the fire.

((deadtime))

[SeptAngel]

The girl was puddy, not used to attention like this. Her black curls are pushed away from her youthful face as she keeps her eyes locked to him.

[Falgorn]

She should notice his hand dropping to her waist, and his other hand doing the same, as he tries to pull her closer to him. Yeah. No ill intentions. He's not making any move, though. Only this.

[SeptAngel]

She steps closer to him, pressing her body against him. One of her hands barely moves to his shoulder, hardly able to notice it's there.

[Falgorn]

...

...

Let the kissing commence! He tries to do just that.

[SeptAngel]

She softly kisses him back, putting her arms around his neck. Oh yeah, she was lost to what she was doing now. Hmm, wonder how much older he is than her. Not that she cares by this point...

[Falgorn]

Age doesn't matter! This! Is! ACRO!!!! *Echoes*

Falgorn would smirk, but he's a little busy. Awesome, a piece of rock comes out of nowhere under their feet! And it floats! To...Falgorn's room?!?! Feel free to...deny.

[SeptAngel]

She clings tighter to him when she feels the rock, but doesn't break the kiss let along object to the idea.

[Falgorn]

Door=Open, like magic. Rock=in room, like magic. Curtain=Pulled, if she doesn't object.

...

[SeptAngel]

No objections from her as the curtain falls around them.

[Darkcomet]

DC rather belatedly (due to player laziness/distractedness) sees the new message on the bulletin board.

Huh.

Well, that ended the presidential race fairly quickly...

[Falgorn]

Curtain rises. Falgorn yawns, pleased.

[SeptAngel]

Alexis is curled up against him with a sheet covering herself. Her cheeks are flushed but she is smiling.

[Falgorn]

Falgorn has an arm around her. "How was that?"

[SeptAngel]

I can honestly say, the best I've ever had. Of course, she's really only been with maybe one other before.

[Falgorn]

"I'd hope so." He tries to gently stroke her hair.

[SeptAngel]

She lets him, sighing contently and gently moving her head to his chest. Her fingers gently trace along his abs and chest.

[Falgorn]

((Sorry, just had dinner.))

He lets this happen.

[SeptAngel]

((No problem.))

She continues to run her fingers along his muscles, clearly more comfortable touching them after everything.