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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If you insist. [You're no fun, Lia! Except that Dorian is smiling.] Magic is energy. The question is just about moving energy from one thing to another. An orgy very efficiently produces several kinds of energy that can be channelled into a spell.

[psalmed]

My magic is in prayers. Perhaps you understand my confusion.

[And looks a little bit delighted by it. For shame, sir.]

I would imagine, then, that some sectors of the French Court are positively brimming with energy.

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[Awkward people are entertaining. He won't apologize for that.

She does make him laugh.] Perhaps if your prayers were able to channel that energy, those sections of French Court would become properly useful. As it is, I need to make more than a few runic circles to capture the energy released here.

[psalmed]

My prayers are quite energetic. It is a strange magic you have that requires such...intimacy.

[She's still trying to put it delicately, bless her.]

I would be quite curious to see your magic in action but I fear I shall have other matters to attend to while people are disrobed.

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[It's endearing enough that he'll only tease soooo much. (But he still has to tease a little.)]

Funny how those scheduling conflicts come up. Well, if you're ever available, I can show you more of the principles involved. The bits not requiring disrobing.

[psalmed]

That would be very kind of you, monsieur, and I would be quite appreciative.

[She does want to learn more about magic and this seems...well it certainly seems a different sort.]

Is it proper to wish you a successful evening?

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[He'll laugh at that.]

I don't know if it's proper, but it's sweet. Thank you.

[psalmed]

I shall look forward to learning about your magic then, monsieur.

[And with a smile and a bow of her head she will excuse herself.]