august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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Reno

[shinra_dog]

i. Fresh Meat

[Reno is brand new in Obsidian, and likely already starting trouble. Perhaps you see him in the yard running laps or sitting at one of the picnic tables watching the clouds. Or you run into him in the common area of the wards, watching tv, playing cards, picking on people... Anything goes.]

ii. Dominion

[Dominion description/Plotting post here for an idea of what it's like and any OOC planning. Feel free to arrive in the club, in his apartment, or even just in the elevator. Not all the buttons work but if you push them aggressively anyway bad things might happen.]

iii. Misc
[Want to play something that doesn't quite fit? Or want to play both scenarios? Just reply twice with the prompt in the header & we'll have 2 threads. :3 ]

dominion

[insincerus]

[ Holy shit, it's a club — this almost makes him jealous of what his dominion could have been, and he's got his own private island that could have been straight out of "rich fuck magazine". He heads straight for the bar, orders himself something top-shelf (what's the worst that can happen, he abandons an open tab in someone else's dreams?) and heads for a place to sit near the dance floor. He gets comfortable watching the crowd, appreciating the liveliness of it compared to the dump he's been forced into during his waking hours. ]

Re: dominion

[shinra_dog]

[Reno was lounging in a comfortable seat where he'd been watching a buxom brunette on the dance floor for the last couple nights. Once he'd been able to start influencing his own dreams, it became less tedious and more... interesting each time.]

[Unfamiliar movement toward the bar caught his eye. He didn't remember that happening -- and he didn't recognize the figure that was there. Or, at least, he didn't recognize the figure from his dream. The longer he stared at the man, the more he started to remember.]

[That was... some guy in his cell block. Reno couldn't remember his name, but he recognized the face.]

Hey, you!

[He called over to Felix casually and waved.]

[insincerus]

[ Well, that answers the question of who's running this joint. Felix has been unable to place no one else in here thus far, and this guy is someone he's easily seen around — if only in glances, but Felix remembers that kind of thing.

He raises his glass in lieu of waving, and his cheeky grin is likely one of the most genuine things that he's shown thus far to anyone in the prison with him. He steps a little closer, averting his attention away from the blonde in the halter top who had just begun to gesture for Felix to join her in a dance. ]

My guy, this is one hell of an establishment. You should be proud.

[shinra_dog]

[He nods his head and sweeps one arm out broadly.]

Thank you, thank you. It's an... interesting combination of the places I've been. Like, if I just took all the best parts of 'em.

[He lowered his chin conspiratorially and grinned, gesturing across the floor with his eyebrows.] Around the corner that way, there's a place for private dances, if y'know what I mean.

[insincerus]

There ain’t a single thing wrong with picking out all the best parts for yourself.

[ It’s kind of how Felix would prefer to live his life, so he can respect that. He looks in the direction of the other hallway, and snorts at the fact that Reno tried to play that off by skirting around saying it. ]

Wowww. So what you're telling me I can get a pice of your dream ass? [ For all the sarcasm he holds, he's still tempted. He't just equally tempted to be a jackass about it, even if he's in a damn near jovial mood. ]

[shinra_dog]

Sure -- though I didn't really pick it. Or, I guess my subconscious did? Does that count?

[Reno shrugged and shook his head with a wide grin.] As far as a piece of my "dream ass," fine by me. Go nuts. Ain't like it's real or matters -- an' a guy can get real lonely in prison.