[OPEN] His Mission, the Transmission of Technology

[lasthumanvoice]

1. He stood upon the last bastions of the place [Time Off Work]
Cecil has, at Gerry's suggestion, taken a few days off from working as Yorick's right hand, the Community Radio Host and the reporter for the Gazette. The process was much easier than requesting time off from Station Management and dealing with their eldritch wrath. So, with some time off, he's going to of course spend some time working with Elias on learning magic and poking at the matter of Lot 37.

But first, he's going to climb some trees.

Perhaps you're in the Festival Green, or out in the forest near town, or even out in Paradesium, when you hear the grunts of a full grown man shimmying up a tree, or see him lose a shoe in the process. Or you look up and notice there's just an impish redhead in a branch above you. Wave hello, he's waving at you!


2. Looked out on the ruins with thunder in his face [Chaos Magic Training Mishap]
The spell had apparently failed, when he cast it with Elias. It was a simple transportation spell, and it had had no effect at the time. But it had, in fact, settled lightly on Cecil, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

KERCHOO!

As Cecil lets out a sneeze (thank you, seasonal allergies), he teleports sixty feet within line of sight, in a manner that some might identify as similar to a misty step. Perhaps he's just landed on your table at one of the cafes with sidewalk seating. Perhaps you were talking to him and now he's over there. Perhaps you now have a bewildered radio host sniffling on your balcony.

Whoops!


3. An introverted spectacle in the flowers on the rocks [Community Project]
Once Cecil returns to Town Hall for work, he begins a new project, inspired by the success of the Potluck. If you're an offworlder in the Town Hall part of town (to include the Library and Festival Green) for any reason, you might get a journalist running up with a notepad.

"Hi, hello, hi, sorry to interrupt your whatever-you're-doing, but I just wanted to ask if I could have a recipe from your homeworld for a project I'm working on. Bonus points if it's something that could be created with the ingredients on hand here!"

Even if you're in the Library, he's at full Cecil enthusiasm here, his smile bright and chipper and insistent.


4. The daisies on the ramparts blowing free [Wildcard]
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[skeletonkeay]

When Cecil blinks into existence, apparently directly through his open window, he only looks surprised for a moment. But then he just shrugs it off. This is a weird place. Sometimes boyfriends teleport into your living room. It's fine.

"That's convenient. You're right on time."

Gerry is standing a few feet away in his kitchen, having donned a dyed-black apron. Something smells delicious. "I was gonna bring this by your place, but since you're here. I figured I'd make good on my promise of doting on you."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Don't suppose you have a Sudafed or anything? Seasonal allergies are the fucking worst." But even as Cecil speaks, he's taking off his shoes, as is polite when you're hanging out in someone's home.

[skeletonkeay]

"If only we were so lucky to have Sudafed here." Gerry chuckles, but he comes over to close the window. "That oughta help keep the pollen out, though. I definitely did not burn anything that required the window to be open, but if I did, the smell would probably be gone by now."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Well that is a suspiciously specific denial if I've ever heard one. But I will not acknowledge anything burnt because I can't smell for shit, anyway."

He sneezes, poofing his way into the kitchen in the process.

[skeletonkeay]

"Oh hi!" Gerry grins and kisses him immediately. "To what do I owe the surprise teleportation? Chaos magic again?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"I had thought the spell fizzled out entirely." Cecil pouts into the kiss, before holding onto Gerry like an anchor, hands slipping into the back pockets of his pants, if his pants have any.

[skeletonkeay]

Of course Gerry's pants have back pockets. Where else would he store boyfriend hands?

Gerry chuckles as they part, smirking down at him. "You gettin' in my pants already?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"I haven't properly, yet. I could, though. I certainly could." Though perhaps not while he's sneezing and blinking all over hell's half-acre.

[skeletonkeay]

"Food first." He kisses Cecil's forehead. "As promised, no sweet potato."

[lasthumanvoice]

"Right! What did you make? And you're eating with me, too, right?"

Cecil nuzzles against Gerry's cheek, like an affectionate orange kitten.

[skeletonkeay]

"'Course I am. I busted my butt on this." He plates a portion of skillet-fried salmon with pasta drenched in a lemony cream sauce, then another. "Whatcha want to drink? Water, tea, wine, beer?"

[lasthumanvoice]

"It's white wine with fish, right? Especially with a sauce like this? Though salmon's a meatier fish, maybe you could do red with it..."

Which isn't actually an answer to the question asked, just mild speculation with no real direction.

[skeletonkeay]

"Wine it is." Gerry pours a glass of red and a glass of white. Whichever one Cecil wants, he'll drink the other. Gerry's not that cultured, he just likes wine.

"Wanna carry the glasses to the table and I'll bring the food?"

[lasthumanvoice]

Cecil nods, grabbing the glasses.

"It smells amazing. And looks amazing. Thank you, Gerry, for going out of your way to do a kindness like this for me."

[skeletonkeay]

"Of course," Gerry agrees, setting the plates at his little table. "I promised, didn't I? Besides, nothing I do for you is a burden."

Setting out the food and some forks, Gerry grabs a seat.

"So, what've you been studying in magic class aside from teleportation sneezing?"