seelie; video; why this

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[Oh, look, it's Dorian Gray! Everyone remembers Dorian Gray, right? Sweet kid, a little naive, recently got scolded at the royal audience? Well, today you wouldn't believe it, not from how very self-possessed he looks, how pleased, how utterly brazen.

One might think that someone who just got publicly called out and punished might feel more need to keep their head down and be discrete, but apparently not. Every actor needs an audience, and this actor, at least, seems to be particularly committed to enjoy the show he's putting on. Feline in recline, he speaks as one who savours language, gesturing in smooth, languid movements. He is the 1890s Aesthete come to life, in all its hedonistic glory, and he is here to share.]

How dreary we all are getting. It's the fin de siècle all over again, but with far less Oscar. Or Yeats, for that matter. [Suitably, mockingly dramatic:] "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

[And here's a scoff.] I'm not feeling it. We are meant to be the court of tradition, of love, of welcoming the apocalypse. And yet I haven't seen even one orgy in my time at Caer Glaem. Frankly, I'm unimpressed.

[The headshake turns back into that canary-eating smile, and he purrs out his proposal for fixing this shameful problem.]

So tonight, at the sun's setting, I'll be holding a, ah, ritual in the Magi's Workroom. Wine from Mandragora Estates—top of the line, for those tragically ignorant of the most up-and-coming vinery in the Drabwurld—and various other substances. Children not invited.

It's a protection ritual, for the record. It would be so very unsuitable to be decadently useless in our embrace of the End. Try to bring yourself as magically charged as you can.

[ooc: THERE WILL BE NO LOG FOR THIS I am not going to put up an actual orgy log dear god. But this a thing Dorian will really be doing, any character can come as long as they're over the age of consent. Wine, drugs, and sex, all night. Technically, it really is an actual magical ritual.]

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[starspangled]

[Steve would tell him that he might be in the wrong castle if he's looking for that sort of thing. But that would give away that he was once in Caer Scima, that he'd been forced to visit an infamous room while he was there. Neither are things he's ready to tell anytime soon.]

You really think a party is going to help protect people?

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[It's only the wrong castle until they make it the right one.]

Do you think it won't?

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I'm sorta failing to see how it can.

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Perhaps you need to look at it more closely.

[yeah he's gonna flirt with this disapproving near-stranger, why not]

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Thanks, but I'm not really the partying type. Whatever you want to do is fine, I just hope you're not luring people into something under false pretenses.

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[That actually is kind of offensive, and a frown crosses Dorian's features.]

I'm neither looking for your permission nor for the unwilling and unaware. I assure you.

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I never said you were. This is just the first time I've heard of that sort of protection ritual.

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[Dorian answers with a surly look that says, No, you only suggested.]

Magic is energy, energy can be channelled how you like. The spilling of heat and fluid from human bodies always produces enough energy to do something.

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[He's heard lines that were less creative than "it's magic".

There might be a slight grimace because no, no, not talking about heat and...fluids.]

Channel away. Turn it into a suit of armor if you can.

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Not how it works, but I will. [Channel. Not the suit of armour bit. He's still miffed about feeling accused.]