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WELCOME POTLUCK

Greetings, residents! Those more observant sorts among you may have noticed a large influx of very crowded ferries. In order to welcome our new residents en masse, Town Hall is holding a potluck in Town Square. Please bring a dish if you are able and make a new friend!

All of our newest arrivals need only bring themselves. We look forward to welcoming you all into our community, and may your lanterns always be lit.

This event is open to all! In light of our new influx of prospective players following the Great Sail Migration, we've decided to offer a small public event to tide everyone over until the TDM this weekend.

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"Mm. And what are you doing these days that has everyone so happy with you?"

Erin is not about to be ready to hear this answer.

Now he cannot help but smile, and that carries into the mischievous lilt in his voice. "I happen to be this town's premier whore."

In all senses but the literal there is an audible shattering sound.

Wait for it.

Waiiiiiiit for it.

Waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit fooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrr iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttt.

"Motherfucker you're stacking paper by doing the god damn monster mash?"

He's enjoying watching her come to terms with this. It almost makes up for the poster. Almost.

"How else do you think I can afford such a finely tailored suit?"

"I kinda passively assumed you went for being a landlord, my good bitch! This is learning that Vin fucking Diesel is a nerd all over again!"

"I was a land broker at home." He did say he was turning over a new leaf, didn't he?

"This is far more fun and the hours are as flexible as I am."

"Well fuck me then. Gave up on being the wrong kind of leech." Erin's impressed, despite herself. "More power to you, El Cockacabra."

She ruffles her wings, glancing around. Hmm...

"You understand the circumstances under which we'll have a problem, yeah?"

"Only if you're paying." Hey, Erin, ever wonder where Max got his jokes?

"My instinct is to say yes, but for the sake of my nose I would like you state it for me explicitly."

"My good bitch, my blood is made of drugs. You pay me."

That admission won't bite her in the ass later.

Anyway...

"I catch you owning or trading in people? We've got a problem. First whiff of the kind of abuse Max went through? We've got a problem. Fucking rest in peace to a lifestyle sub that falls for you, I'd better get the thesis paper of all time about it."

That does get a raised eyebrow.

[Erik will remember this.]

"Then we are at peace. Max was and will be the only time. You are not the only one I have made that promise to, and I care more for what they will think of me than what you could ever do to me." Unconsciously, his gaze drifts over to Chris. When he realizes he's doing it, he shakes himself and straightens significantly.

"Speaking of, I need to go check on one of those people right now because they are very upset at having watched me get punched at a social gathering. I believe we are finished here?"

[ooc: I'm going to continue this thread on with Vonn/Chris so after Erin's reply I'll transition to that.]

"Believe we are. I'd wish you genuine good luck on the whoring but after nine months you seem to have this on lock so, I dunno man. Good luck getting people to help out? Vampire or no vampire there's only so much of you to go around."

"I appreciate the sentiment. Good luck to you in whatever endeavors you embark on here."

That said, he briskly turns and walks away, steps stiff and slow to keep himself from noticeably rushing. He doesn't want to show her exactly how rattled he is.

But, when he comes up beside Chris, it's much harder to hide. One touch and Chris will know how his limbs tremble. It's fear not just for himself, but that Erin will see who he cares for and use that against him in some terrible way.

"Chris..."

Chris spares one brief, poisonous glance for Erin -- Chris is going to remember this. But then all their focus shifts to Erik, with that touch and the tremble they can feel from him.

Chris lays one hand on Erik's cheek, and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"I'm here, my love."

There is more that they would like to say, but aside from the reassuring touches, that is the most important part.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy seeing Chris look that way at Erin; it's far too satisfying. But the thought of Chris getting hurt on his account is enough to make his belly slosh like his guts have liquified.

"I'm sorry," he rasps as he leans into their kiss, losing the fight to keep himself from pressing against their comforting warmth from hip to head. "I did have that coming. I can explain. In a moment." Everything about his body language finishes the thought for him. He'll explain, but first he just wants to be held.

Chris wraps their arms around Erik and holds him close, both understanding what that body language means and wanting the closeness for their own sake as well.

"I heard 'Max' and 'little brother' during that... discussion," Chris says softly, "and I do believe I reacted in the same vein when someone hurt my little brother. And you've told me some things about Max. I can put facts together myself, and wait for your explanation, Erik."

"I do not know why she calls him that, but, yes. She was someone who knew Max well in the place he went to. And when I also arrived in that place, on that ship..." He presses his nose against their chest, breathing deeply to surround himself in their scent.

"I loved Max. In my own misguided way, I truly thought I was doing the best I could for him. But the fact remains that he was enslaved by me. She used every means you can imagine, and more that you never could, to make sure I never got close enough to him to resume that."

"The four of me that I can remember since the end of October have pretty vivid imaginations." And experiences, but let's not get into that right now. Chris sighs, "All the same, I take your point. She terrorized you in revenge for abusing Max."

Chris strokes a hand through Erik's hair. "You have probably already figured this out, but Max is here. We met. He helped me carry in the cake I made, and we, uh, talked about powdered sugar." Beat. "I told him I know you, what you're doing for a job, and that I'd keep you away from him if that's what he wanted."

Listen, Chris tries to keep up on this communication thing. They hear that's important.

He nods against their chest. Yes, she did terrorize him. Because he was stubborn. He didn't want to accept her terms. This time, comparatively, a single punch to the nose was a far easier price to pay.

His eyes close as he forces a shuddering breath out of his stiff lungs. Their hand in his hair is so sweet a sensation he could almost let himself shut down and simply get lost in the comfort. But he can't. Not yet.

"Yes. I know. I could hear you talking. I didn't intend to listen but I couldn't tune it out this time." Finally he lifts his eyes to look at them. "It warmed my heart in a way I don't have words to describe, what you said and did for him. I do intend to keep my promise. I won't probe you for information about him that he may choose to share, but I would very much like for you and he to continue to be close. He sounded happy."

Chris smiles gently. "Whether Max and I are close is probably going to be up to him. I'd rather not push. But you don't have to ask me to be nice to him... I'd do that anyway."

Truth be told, if Chris knew that their petting of Erik's hair was so welcome, they'd probably never stop. There's also an urge to curl around him protectively, even if human bodies can't quite do that.

As it is, they kiss Erik again -- on the lips, chastely -- and say, "I think you need some quiet after all this."

Quiet, or support. Chris loops an arm with Erik and walks with him for a short time. Might be that Erik finds someone safe to speak to (River? another friend?) or just that he eventually wanders away from the party entirely. Whichever it is, Chris will let him go then. But until it happens, Chris keeps a hand on Erik's arm to remind him of their presence.

[[ OOC: Wrote this to either be the wrap or lead into one; I know you're busy lately! ]]

"I know that, Chris. The two of you have that in common; I'm sure you'll see." Erik has been very careful not to compare them too closely in his mind, but this is one thing that he loves in both of them. Chris and Max both meet the world with kindness first. If a bad word is spoken by either of them, there has to be a reason.

He longs to linger on that kiss, make it deeper, but he shouldn't put Chris quite so on the spot like that. Instead, he nods at their observation and gratefully lets them take the lead. "You do know me well. Yes, I... I made plans later with River but I think I'd like to sit quietly with you for a while first. If that's all right?"

[ooc: This looks like a good place to wrap up. They are so good for each other. I love them.]

"I always like spending time with you. Of course it's all right." Chris smiles.

They're glad to hear that Erik has plans with River, too. Surely she will help him feel better as well.

[[ OOC: I can't leave a question unanswered, haha. I love them as well, they're so soft and sweet with each other. ]]

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