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dear_mun2015-02-10 01:58 am
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Muse has been knocking around for a while - because the world always needs more modern!Les Mis..
Okay, well - 'knocking around' makes it sound worse than it is. I didn't think I was being that loud.
This is alright though. Not as bad as I've heard some of the others say, at least. Unless I'm here to be proven wrong, in which case...I'll just have to hope you're feeling nice, I suppose
What's next, anyway? A game, or..?
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I like to think I can manage that without too much trouble
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Well, if anybody besides me can do it, that'd have to be you, right?
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How long have you been hanging around, anyway? Much I should know?
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Jehan! It's so great to see you! It really is!
[[Er, R? I don't think that's your Jehan Prouvaire, considering I do NOT know this particular mundane, unfortunately.]]
Oh bah! They're all mine, if they're "modernised" like me.
[[Oh dear... I'm so sorry for her-- over-enthusiasm, Jehan-mun.... x3]]
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[Don't worry - the grin's returned as he pulls R into a hug]
It's great to see you too - how have you been?
[Grantaire's Grantaire; Jehan isn't picky :) And hey, enthusiasm is good!]
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Oh! [R is clearly slightly surprised by the hug, and without any wood between them, either; still though, she quickly adapts to the idea of being hugged by someone without a boner, and she finally plasters the grin back on her face, and hugs him back.]
Oh, y'know, I've been okay. Bored, mostly, even if the Mundane seems to want to play me freaking everywhere! Like, seriously: she's neglecting one of her genuine original characters for little old moi.
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That's good though, right? Better than being ignored, at any rate
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Ahh, true enough, I suppose... Though I'd rather be bored and drunk right now, what with some of the utterly ridiculous scenarios this mun likes to throw me into. I mean, seriously? She's "practising" her smut writing at this place called the Love Hotel-- which I have taken to calling the HO-Tell No-Tell, of course. And she does it with me alone, since her other major muse is completely asexual-- and no, it's NOT E, sad to say!-- and of course, she puts me into everything-- or tries to, at least!
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Oh..well, that certainly sounds..[He's not entirely sure what he makes of that to be honest]
I'm not sure that's the sort of place I'd want to be sent, at any rate.
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Oh, yes, indeed. I honestly think I will swear off sex forever if I can ever escape this damned No-Tell, even with other women, yes! Seriously though: it's that bad. I mean, you're dosed with aphrodisiacs every time you open a damned door in that place, or turn a corner, or-- y' know, whatever happens to trigger the fucking stuff in the air-- no pun intended, of course!
[R's eyes widen, as she suddenly realises what foul language is coming out of her mouth around Jehan; normally she tries to keep her mouth soapy-water clean when she's talking with the poet.]
I mean-- sorry! Sorry! Didn't mean to go off like that... It's just-- it's so damned frustrating, ya know?
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[The more he hears about the place, the less Jehan likes it - so much so that his expression folds into one of genuine concern]
Aphrodisiacs..? That's horrible - what about consent..? I mean, if you're being exposed to drugs, nothing that happens there can be considered really willing
[Oh, trust me - the swearing is no big deal. Jehan's does it enough himself when he's angry or flustered enough]
Oh, don't worry - I can only imagine 'frustrating' is the tip of the iceberg.
[Touching his friend's arm]
Please promise me you'll stay safe..?
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Of course, there's no such thing as consent, in the HO-Tell. Silly Jehan; Tricks are for Kids!
[And of course, because R is R, she grins crookedly at Jehan as she processes the last thing he says to her.]
Aww, really now? Reminding me to stay safe, like I haven't had the "Safe Sex" talk from both my parents-- well, my big bro, at least-- and the school? Well, schools plural, given that I went somewhere different every damned year...