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lastvoyageslogs2025-03-22 08:14 am
todayiwas) wrote in lastvoyageslogs2025-03-22 08:14 am
Attempt 12; Let your mind go, let yourself be free
Who: Justine and OTA
Where: Mostly the festival
When: Stockwood port
Warnings: Sex, drugs, rock and roll and maybe some mild NSFW content
As soon as she's able, Justine is off the ship and into the crowds. She won't return unless she has to. Lists and foraging are for other people; Justine is made for parties.
She immediately integrates into the strange culture, changing her dresses to long, flowing skirts, and baring her stomach to wear fringed bras and colorful tops. Her dark hair stays down, sometimes braided with flowers, and she smells very distinctly of weed.
Justine loves to dance, and the bands on stage lend themselves so spectacularly to dancing. She doesn't even mind the mud in her sandals and her skirts. For the most part, she doesn't even notice, so wrapped up in the sensation, in the ability to simply exist within the music.
She's going to drag anyone who comes close into a dance, no matter who they are, and if they are particularlyunlucky, then they're going to get a big kiss right on the mouth.
“This place is - wonderful,” she will gush, hanging onto them as if she might fall.
And if her eyes glow golden as she says it or as she dances, then that's probably just the drugs.
At night, Justine is usually found in a stolen blanket under the stars, staring up through the trees. She hums along with someone strumming a guitar. She disappears into various tents with people, humans and not, while giggling and flirting. Sometimes, when she's more lucid, she has her sketchbook and colors in a few of her doodles in impossible combinations.
She welcomes company, though. Especially if they have food.
She probably hasn't had water all day.
Justine is always up for adventures with friends or strangers or whoever. She won't say no to any new experiences!
Where: Mostly the festival
When: Stockwood port
Warnings: Sex, drugs, rock and roll and maybe some mild NSFW content
As soon as she's able, Justine is off the ship and into the crowds. She won't return unless she has to. Lists and foraging are for other people; Justine is made for parties.
She immediately integrates into the strange culture, changing her dresses to long, flowing skirts, and baring her stomach to wear fringed bras and colorful tops. Her dark hair stays down, sometimes braided with flowers, and she smells very distinctly of weed.
[I. Festival Grounds]
Justine loves to dance, and the bands on stage lend themselves so spectacularly to dancing. She doesn't even mind the mud in her sandals and her skirts. For the most part, she doesn't even notice, so wrapped up in the sensation, in the ability to simply exist within the music.
She's going to drag anyone who comes close into a dance, no matter who they are, and if they are particularly
“This place is - wonderful,” she will gush, hanging onto them as if she might fall.
And if her eyes glow golden as she says it or as she dances, then that's probably just the drugs.
[II. Outskirts]
At night, Justine is usually found in a stolen blanket under the stars, staring up through the trees. She hums along with someone strumming a guitar. She disappears into various tents with people, humans and not, while giggling and flirting. Sometimes, when she's more lucid, she has her sketchbook and colors in a few of her doodles in impossible combinations.
She welcomes company, though. Especially if they have food.
She probably hasn't had water all day.
[III. Wildcard]
Justine is always up for adventures with friends or strangers or whoever. She won't say no to any new experiences!
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[He'll do a mild objection if he's dragged to dancing, mostly because of his own inexperience.]
I don't know how to...!
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Are you so shy? So timid?
There are no moves. You simply...feel.
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He doesn't interfere with the impromptu dance, however. Actually, he chuckles watching the two of them, a hand over his mouth.
This is most likely the only genuine amusement he's felt in weeks.]
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When he sees Justine on a blanket, he drops beside her and holds out a bottle. "Have you had anything to drink recently?"
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"No," she murmurs. "Have you?"
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He spots Justine from behind and wanders closer, leaning in against her ear.
"Do you want to see the night sky come alive?" he asks, glancing up when she does.
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She doesn't lift her head but raises her eyes instead, smiling at the familiar voice.
"I would like that very much," she murmurs, her arms slung over her head.
"But you are not that good in bed," she teases.
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He pop his fangs and puts his thumb to the tip of one of his fangs, much like he did the last time he offered her his blood.
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The music she means. The sway and the curve of how the songs move over the ears, pleasing and strange, made it too easy to wrap place her hands on the small of Justine's back, and move with the tempo.
And there was a kiss placed on her forehead, loving and sweet.
"Have you had anything to drink, dear?"
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"You feel so - smooth," she mutters.
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Just part of the vibe.
"Well, good you're having fun. And I am smooth." She gave Justine a little squeeze. "Might be the lotion. Do you smell it?"
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"Well hello there."
He himself is tipsy, but he's staying away from the drugs - one stoned heartfelt conversation with Hakkai on the Narrenschiff was enough.
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"You good?"
He won't leave her if she's drugged out of her mind.
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"I believe....that was not only tea I drank." He murmurs, slow.
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"I think I have been drugged." This is very important to tell Justine, for some reason he can't remember.
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"It's very lovely," he agrees.
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She's making no alterations to her own wardrobe, though. The locals can take her in her black t-shirt and skinny jeans, or they can not take her at all.
When Justine grabs her and kisses her, she kisses back briefly, and then pulls back, attempting to steady Justine with a firm hand on each of her shoulders. "Easy there, tiger. You good?"
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"More than, my friend. I am - truly transformed," she laughs. "Dance with me!"
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"Don't tell me you guys didn't have weed in the Middle Ages."
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