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[loungelizard]

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Hi there! You've reached the ansafone of Larry Laffer.
If this is a booty call, please hang up and try again until I pick up.
Otherwise, leave a message at the beep
and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!

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Delivery

[riptidequeen]

[A small gift will end up at Larry's doorstep or actual mailbox, there is no tag as to who it is from but inside is a keychain. Because the gift giver had no idea what would be a good gift and some Prismal clerk helped her pick it out.]

[loungelizard]

[What a cute gift! Since he has no keys, lanyards, or leashes to put it on, it will -- for now -- be hung up on a magnet on his fridge.

Later down the line, it will be attached to the key he uses to get into Rue Lette's jewelry box, once he has one.]

text | j.valentine

[torsion]

[ Just this picture, nothing else. ]

[loungelizard]

I don't get it. Meat cake? Meat pie? Beef cake?

Oh. It's "beefcake," isn't it?

Is this a picture you found or did you actually run across this at the grocer's?

[riptidequeen]

[Ring ring ring.

Lapis has become aware of something she did which was bad, so she is going to try and contact the person she did the thing to.

So ring ring ring, Larry.]

[loungelizard]

[It rings a handful of times before he actually picks up--after checking the caller ID. His voice is sticky-sweet and cheerful.]

Heyyy baby! You've reached Larry Laffer. How can I satisfy you today?

KICKS MY LEG UP IT'S ACTION TIME BABY

[meteorman]

[You know what's a great way to spend Christmas -- pardon, Firialia -- when you're an elderly Jewish man? With a drag queen you met at a panties convention and have been exchanging letters with ever since. That totally follows logically, right. It better, because Ford's already outside at the place where they agreed to meet.

He is, as of yet, completely unaware that agreeing to meet a woman somewhere specific on a holiday might mean that it's a date. Surely she was just marking her letters with a lipstick kiss because that's what women do; why else would they wear that much lipstick? Accordingly he didn't dress up all that fancy, though he has layered a thick blue wool scarf over his usual trench coat and turtleneck. He would have liked a pair of gloves too, but the process of custom-ordering them can be lengthy.

He's early simply because he had nothing else to do. He resists the urge to look at the communicator strapped to his wrist to check the time. She's been willingly talking to him at regular intervals for, what, a month now? She'll show. Probably.]

"ACTION" INDEED

[loungelizard]

[Someone has been a busy little bee ever since Thanksgiving came to a close, honing his design and craft skills...not necessarily for this moment, but it was a big part of it. After all, there are future plans for this outfit...

At one minute before their prescribed meeting time, a woman in a white and blue robe-gown turns the corner to the row that Ford's residence faces. The silhouette is simple, with a large hood that almost appears like a headdress and a length that reaches all the way down to the ground, trailed by a modest train that would be incredibly impractical if she was actually walking through the snow. Her shoulders and hood are embroidered with silver and deep blue patterns, of which end in several strings of free-hanging crystal-and-pearl beaded accents which clatter pleasantly against each other as she moves.

Her make-up is almost ethereally white, brought back into the realm of flesh-tone in comparison to the hip-length stark white wig with straight-cut bangs. She's wearing contact lenses of a similar color, but she keeps her natural brow color and a striking aubergine color on her lip.

Finally--with heavy boot-laden footfalls--she walks like she feels like she's on top of the world, because she does. It helps that she's wearing his favorite colors.

As she approaches Ford's residence, and consequently him, Rue Lette smirks. She separates her hands, hidden once under the layer of her dramatic bell sleeves and again under a thick white shag hand muff, and presents her right hand up to him to demand a hand kiss...or just showing off her nails: stiletto points again, but this time dark blue with silver glitter spots like snow on a dusk background.]

Ford, [she greets.]

[24hourcinderella]

[Larry's become enough of a regular behind the scenes of Club Tourmaline that it's easy enough for Majima to just leave his Firalia gift waiting in the dressing room. It's not wrapped. He's not much of a wrapping paper guy—too much litter, feels wasteful—but there is one of those stick-on bows helping secure a small note to the top.

"Found a new place in town to scope out. You up for it?"

Inside are a pair of roller skates? These... must be relevant to the question somehow?]

A Firialia Delivery

[castcure]

[A somewhat bulky package arrives at wherever Larry is staying for the holidays. Inside is a handmade wooden cutting board, as well as a set of wooden bowls and a small package full of homemade chocolate truffles. The included card reads:]

Happy Firialia! Since you seem to like entertaining, some nice housewares seemed fitting!
~Dakki Sigal

In Nevei's main office

[betheirstrength]

[Exactly what Rise needs after a long morning of trying to learn how to ice skate and falling on her ass a lot is a hot chocolate and a very soft chair. Instead of her usual chipper smile, there's a small pout on her face as she curls up in all her layers of warm clothes and sips at the warm chocolate beverage. She scans the room as she does so, people watching as she attempts to regain some level of dignity. Yosuke and Souji have gone off somewhere- she could sense the little bit of tension there and wanted to let them have time alone. Besides, it's weird for her still, to be around a Souji who doesn't remember being in Lunatia.

As she watches, her eyes are drawn across the room because of movement. Someone collapsing right onto the floor like his legs have stopped working completely. Rise jumps to her feet, summoning Kanzeon to scan him for damage, or other status effects.

The first thing Larry will hear is the roar of the crowd. Even through the earpieces he can hear them- the soft voice of a stage manager in the other, warning 'Risette' that her cue is coming up. He will feel a stretch, arms reaching to the sky, and the feeling of long hair in ponytails brushing a bare midriff. A quick check in the mirror to approve the outfit- everything is in place, from the big hair bow to the two-piece outfit. Ruffles and glitter and sequins. Even temporary tattoos just above the hip. A young, fresh-faced japanese girl looks back at him, winks a big brown eye as she gives herself a short pep talk. "You got this, Rise."

Then that voice again, saying it's cue time, and thin legs effortlessly carry them onto the stage, and into the lights, where the roar of the crowd increases.

He feels the body blow kisses and strike a pose, tapping lightly at the mic attached to her face to make sure it's on. "Hello everyone! Risette missed you all! Did you miss me~?" The responding roar of the crowd is deafening, and it fills Rise to the brim as she introduces her first song.]

[loungelizard]

[Larry isn't the kind of video game character that has health points as a stat, but if he did, he would've already been at about 80%, and seconds away from being at 75%. He's here in the main office to nurse his wounds from running face-first into an ice rink wall at full speed and the subsequent fall into the ice below. As the proverbial doctor ordered, he has an ice pack pressed against half his face and a cup of the same hot chocolate in his other hand.

Apparently the performance merited an encore. He feels the same alien headache strike him in the core of his brain, and the outer edges of his vision darkening rapidly inwards -- immediately stopping him in his tracks.]

Nononodont--

[Aaand he goes down, spilling his hot chocolate over the floor and dropping the ice pack -- perhaps a small price to pay to experience what it's like to be a...

...teenage pop star?

Like a vivid dream, he doesn't get the privilege of logically questioning what he's witnessing and experiencing, helplessly surrendered to accepting that this is what's happening.

This is what it's like to be youthful.

This is what it's like to be cute.

This is what it's like to have an entire stadium crying out in joy for being just being in the same shared space.

This is what--

Just the moment where he's invested -- where he wants to see more, wants to know where it ends up going -- it gets torn from him like a life preserver in the middle of the ocean. Larry gasps like he's just surfaced, eyes wide with shock, face tingling from the burn of what turned out to be too-hot chocolate. He looks up to see that he's being crouched over by someone who is now familiar as of thirty seconds ago, and a giant snow-white woman, which was totally cool until he got a good look at Kanzeon's not-face.

Larry lets out a terrified little whimper and gets up just enough to scuttle away backwards.]

text

[riptidequeen]

[She considered all of her options, what friends she had made in this world, and came to the conclusion that Larry was the best choice.

Oh, what has the world come to? The message she'll send him is short and to the point.]

I need your help, Larry Laffer.

text

[loungelizard]

How can I be of service, Lapis?

text | some time after trip moon + tdm new year stuff pops up!

[tensasai]

happy remooning! 🎆🐀🐀
back home we'd just call it the new year, but remooning is kind of charming, isn't it?
I guess it fits in with everything else here
anyway!
I wanted to say thank you for finding me a date to the firialia ball
we had a good time!
traditionally these envelopes are exchanged in person, but I thought this might be more fun
just tap on it to get a surprise!

▶ 🧧

[Usually filled with money, but this one will send another message along once opened- a digital coupon for a serving of dumplings from a cozy little place in Caihong. Any fillings!

another tradition, it's good to share a meal with someone! - tenten]

[loungelizard]

Thank you Tenten!

I'm glad you had a good time. I'm looking forward to finding another opportunity to get something like that set up in the future.

text, any time;

[biotictouch]

Larry, were you busy at all this week?

Maybe available for some more dancing, perhaps?

bloviates in metatext even though this is just a text exchange

[loungelizard]

[It would be that he'd get a text like this while in a mood like this.

He's swaddled himself in a blanket, lights shut off and windows closed to leave himself in total darkness, except for the light cast by the television as it plays some Prismatica nature documentary that he's already seen.

The phone in the otherwise empty seat beside him buzzes and lights up, and he gives it a suspicious side-eye. He pulls out an arm from his blanket cocoon and picks it up to read the message.

Moira...huh.

He pulls out his other arm so he can type out a message.

Thanks, but I'm not really in the mood.

Now, I don't know how the network app works on these things, but if they have this functionality, Moira might see his activity writing out a message and then a long pause that follows it as his thumb hovers over send.

He kind of is in the mood, though. He'd much rather be dancing than feeling miserable for himself. The problem is...like everything else this week, a certain someone is probably going to get in the way and ruin everything. Larry considers his options for a while, then an idea pops into mind: maybe if he wears his tucking gaff, it would be enough for a night out on the town.

He erases his message and types out another.]

Not at all! I'm all yours, babe. Name the place and time and I'll be there.

CW: drug use and existentialism, what a thread this'll be

[meteorman]

[Aside from the strange urge to sing which has more or less passed once he actually gave in and did it, Ford has been more or less ignoring the new boy band craze sweeping Lunatia. Aside from mandatory listening from Mabel during the time he spent catching up on Earth pop culture, pop isn't really his jam. And with things getting heated in the streets (actually legitimately heated! Over a boy band that isn't the Beatles!) it makes the most sense to stay in with someone else who's relatively sane.

And do drugs.

It's relatively gentle as illicit substances go: Ford is smart enough to know not to go straight to the cosmic sand the first time he gets high with someone, even when that someone is Larry Laffer. What he wound up bringing up from level three is a handful of what look like pixy stix only they're about half as long as the standard sugar candy. The wrappers are plastic and striped half with a matte black and half with clear sections to allow the crystals within to show through. Since this is Prismatica, the 'candy' is shades of neon pink, blue and green. As far as Ford can tell the color is purely for presentation: he's tried this stuff before and the high is the same regardless of shade. It's a little like weed, or at least it makes him contemplative in the same way weed historically has. Right now there's an open packet of blue next to him as he draws. Every now and again he picks it up and shakes a little onto his tongue with the hand that isn't holding his pencil.]

I'd say this feels like being back in college, but I was never smooth enough in college to get to this point with anyone. Nobody was posing naked for me unless it was a classroom and they were being paid.

[loungelizard]

[Larry needed this. He's been constantly 'on' since Wanderlust became official, splitting his time between sit-down work and run-around work. Now that he's got connections to fulfill his needs whenever his libido rears its head, his weirdly persistent and dogged work ethic has bubbled back up, and that means he's gotten an addiction to productivity. His brain doesn't let him stop, even when he tells himself he should take time off, and that means that even though he's been really efficient, he hasn't been thinking clearly.

Now the pause button has been pushed and jammed into place.

It's pause, not off. He's still thinking about work but it comes in and out. He doesn't have to fight it. Some of the things he'd thought about before but couldn't come up with a solution for at the time suddenly resolves itself without any warning. It's kind of a bummer that his body is busy right now because he really should write these down, but he really can't be arsed. It feels too good to be splayed out across a selection of throw pillows, regular pillows, and a comforter like he's an art piece, being admired by an audience of one.

It fills him with an emotion he's pretty sure he's never felt before. Larry puts a lot of effort into his peacocking, but he's never caused heads to turn and look at him like this. For all his flaws and imperfections, he is gorgeous, wanted, desirable, like an
untouchable supermodel. He knows it's absurd, and he'd probably be giggling the whole time and not taking it seriously in the slightest.

But with the moon dust...

He sups from this elegant golden saucer with a shameless indulgence.

(And the stretch this current pose has feels great on his obliques.)

It takes him a little longer to respond than he normally would, but it's not because he's distracted. He just...really loves the sound of Ford's voice, and lets it roll around in his brain like sucking on a caramel.]

You could say you paid me in drugs! [He giggles, but it's a little less tittery than usual.] But if that doesn't work, you could transfer me a few bucks. Or treat me to dinner. Or sex. Oh, wait -- that would pay both of us...

[Another giggle.]

Audio | UN: oceangem

[riptidequeen]

[It's taken her a while to think this through before she sends this message. And thinking it through didn't make her feel any less cheesed off by this.]

Larry Laffer, I can't believe you told people about! What we did.

[Yes she's not too happy.]

[loungelizard]

[It's been a long, long time since he's had any conversations about their twelve-hour marathon, so he hasn't the foggiest what she's talking about.]

...Uh.

Remind me what we did?

early june | i like the part where ink talked about comic creation for a LOOOOOOONG time

[meteorman]

Never before has Ford actually worked under a publisher. Not in this way, at any rate. He's published scholarly articles in plenty of different journals on plenty of different planets, but the process there is a little different than what it takes to get your porn professionally bound and distributed. It's meant changing up his process, because the kind of stuff he's putting out now needs to be higher quality than the stuff he'd photocopy and hawk himself. Not that he didn't put work into that stuff either, but he thinks it's reasonable to put a little more polish onto something that someone else is helping foot the bill for.

Right now he's over at Larry's place working on thumbnails. He's giving what is usually a step he skips or abbreviates a lot more focus this time around because this comic is going to be about three times as long as the last one. It needs to be paced water-tight, particularly because there's more of a plot than a paper-thin excuse to get to the fucking. It centers on a seafarer shipwrecked on a remote island in a storm, the only survivor, who discovers an entire society of tropical harpies and eventually decides he'd rather stay with them. Currently Ford is on the scene where a more sympathetic harpy (the love interest, of course) attempts to help the human man blend in by making him plumage out of discarded feathers. It's going to be cute when it's not teensy tiny pencil scribbles.

Somewhere not far away he can hear the soft sounds of Larry's typing. Beyond that is the sound of the city, because they've left a window open to let in the warm summer air. Ford, who used to consider all weather sweater weather, has unclenched enough to downgrade to a simple gray tank top. It'll take more than warm weather to get him out of the full length pants, though. He's just not a shorts guy.

[loungelizard]

Larry's sitting at his desk, doing the last stretches of QA work on the distribution platform. It's a lot of typing, pushing the changes, then pulling up his phone to test the changes. It's boring and it's tedious. He gets to look at Ford's porn every time he tests, though, and gets to enjoy Ford's latent company when he's picking at his own code otherwise.

He can tell he's coming up to a point where he needs to take a break. He knows because he stares vacantly at a panel with a camera angle just right to show, no holds barred, the dragon's dick penetrating the knight's ass, after he "flips" to the page with the interface. He knows he's tired because he stares directly at this and isn't inundated with naughty thoughts like he usually is. He's just kind of...staring, listening only to the blessed silence of his muted thoughts.

Although...it does make him wonder...

Larry looks over at Ford, busily working away on his thumbnails. He feels a little guilty about being a distraction, but just about anything that Larry does "on break" is going to be at least some level of a distraction.

"Hey, Ford," he calls out as he locks his device and puts it face-down on his desk. "...Can I ask you, ah, a personal question?"

text; manacookies

[spacegoat]

Hello, darling! I have retuned to this place, and I am hoping you are still here. It was very strange, but not many months passed, I was hearing.

How are you, my Laughter?

[loungelizard]

Mina?!

Oh my God! I didn't realize you left! I thought you were just ignoring my calls!

[Who knows how these devices work? If they keep a history even when they're not here, she would've seen a lot of messages along the lines of "Hey, are you available tonight? :o)" and "Wanna have sex?" which would've petered out about a week after her last response.

On the bright side, none of them would have been needy or begging...]

Welcome back!

I started to turn into a dolphin while you were gone. Cordis finally decided that I could be let in on some fun!