𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 ▣ SEPT TDM

[saltburnmods]

SEPTEMBER 2024 TDM: LUGHNASADH

Welcome to SALTBURNT, a panfandom smut/thriller game based off the film Saltburn, where characters are encouraged to indulge their deepest desires. The money never runs out and the liquor never stops pouring, so you may as well indulge from the bounty. Of course, things are rarely what they seem, and the manor itself seems to have a consciousness of its own. Throw parties, trash the house, engage in youthful merriment, but remember — dangers come out at night, and no one, no matter how rich you are, is safe from demons lurking in the shadows.

Threads can be considered game canon, provided the players agree. Players can also start fresh upon acceptance into the game. In game characters can post to the TDM directly, using « NEW CHARACTER/IN GAME» in the header. There will be a spot below for new characters to link their toplevels for easy access. Alternatively, prompts on the Test Drive can be used for in game logs.

WELCOME TO SALTBURNT

It's the hangover more than the light streaming in through half drawn curtains that wakes you up, your brain rattling in your skull, your mouth dry and cottony, your stomach churning with whatever it is you drank last night. If self preservation is your strong suit, you might turn over in bed and see a few painkillers laid out for you on a silver dish, accompanied by a glass of water. If it isn’t, stay in bed and wallow — eventually a maid will be in to tear your curtains open, saying, "Breakfast is served," and scurrying out quietly, invisibly. Breakfast? Maybe it’s normal for you. Maybe it isn’t.

You're drawn from the room, either by the mystery, or an undefinable urge that could be supernatural in origin, or could be your hunger catching up to you. It's almost nostalgic, the walk to the dining room — have you been here before? Were you drawn up to this estate in a car? Haven’t you done all this already? Maybe you mosey around a library, maybe you run into your suite mate in your adjoining bathroom. Regardless, seemingly all hallways, covered in priceless artworks and ancient relics from times long past, lead to the dining room, where a comically long table houses the Balfours and their many guests, some who seem just as disgruntled and confused as you. No matter. "Breakfast will be out in a minute," they say. What's that?

EDIT SEPTEMBER 2024: For those who have attended breakfast with the Balfours before, a change in routine might come as a shock, given how rarely they stray from form. However, as of September, CARMY BERZATTO has taken over Head Chef position, alongside his cousin RICHIE JERIMOVICH and always the bridesmaid never the bride, SANJI. In place of the self-serve style breakfast, there is an elevated menu, including: a self-serve juice bar, with pitchers of various juiced fruit and vegetables, shaved ice, coconut water, green and black tea syrups, potted microherbs, sliced whole berries, and finger limes. There is also, naturally, liquor and champagne available. Guests can make their own drinks, or ask the allocated staff member to serve them one of the "specials" if they're feeling adventurous.

That said, these are world class chefs, so the gold is really in the menu:

THE EGGS

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐘: one runny boiled egg shelled and recoated in edible gold leaf, seated on a throne of fried bread soldiers, plated with whipped butter and italian parsley.
𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓: vinegar poached eggs with hollandaise foam on a bed of toasted freekah and baby spinach.
𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐊𝐀: two eggs poached in a ramekin of pureed tomato, served with a crispy grilled cheese cut to dip.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘: french omelette with a light cheese filling, topped with crushed potato chips and chives.
𝐎𝐄𝐔𝐅𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒: fluffy scrambled eggs in brown butter, served on sourdough.
𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: mini-quiche made with caramelized red onions and jamon pata negra ham.
𝐄𝐆𝐆 𝐌𝐂𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐇: bacon, egg, cheese and sausage breakfast muffin that tastes weirdly like it was made at a popular chain with golden arches.

THE SWEETS

❖ momofuku's "cereal milk" ❖
❖ fette biscottate with a sour cherry jam and peanut floss ❖
❖ a warm cinnamon bun served with a shot of espresso coffee for dipping ❖
❖ a macadamia-marzipan croissant with a wattleseed and burnt-honey filling ❖
❖ poffertjes with a liquid nutella injection ❖

If you want to leave, you’ll have to tell Giles, the housekeeper, who will arrange a car for you that mysteriously, or perhaps suspiciously, never arrives. Unfortunately, confronting Giles about it is near impossible, as he’s as good at being invisible as the rest of the house staff. Of course, there’s no reason why you can’t just walk out. The front gates are easy enough to jump over, even if the walk towards them gives you a strange sense of foreboding, or just outright discomfort, as if the ground itself doesn’t want you to leave. Those more sensitive or fragile might find they can’t make the jump, no matter how physically able, or desperately wanting. Still, a strong person could continue on, over the fence and into the lush English countryside. The feeling doesn’t dissipate, though — this sense of wrongness, almost sickness, like a weight on your back. Walk into the evergreen, carry on, but the strongest will make it perhaps a mile or so before the weight of dread and paranoia brings you to your knees, and then to your face, flat in the middle of a dirt road. What were you thinking? Is this really better?

Wake up with a hangover, in a bed, the curtains drawn, the maid saying, "Breakfast is served," before scurrying out. The painkillers are there, just like you remember. In fact, it’s all exactly how you remember, as if you never left an imprint the first time, or any mess you made was cleared away while your back was turned. Walk to the dining room, find everyone there eating away at their breakfast.

"We dress for dinner," says Portia, with a kind, if discerning smile. "Black tie."

ITSY BITSY TEENIE WEENIE

CONTENT WARNINGS: drugs, alcohol, nudity, potential for nsfw.
POOLSIDE PLAYLIST courtesy of Robin

It's an innocent enough, offhand suggestion from the mouth of one (1) DIARMUID about wanting to learn how to paint, and honestly, the house couldn't agree more: a party is necessary. As August winds down, it's important to go out with a bang, and what better way than through an explosive end of summer pool party? To say goodbye to the waning summer nights, the manor is throwing a pool party with an artistic neon twist. Per the growing complications of everyone's relationship status in this new age of bisexuality, polygamy, and pegging, glow-in-the-dark bracelets with matching solo cups have been set out with the appropriate labels — TAKEN, SINGLE, OPEN, and IT'S COMPLICATED, depending on your interest. Lounge by the water in your cutest bikini or trunks or nothing at all and engage in some very relaxing full-body painting using the supplies provided — that is, the paint is supplied, though brushes and sponges are few and far between. Better just to use your own body to paint your masterpiece. Put yourself on display as a model by the pool, or engage in a brutally competitive game of chicken fights, wherein the loser loses their clothes and the winner gets to keep them.

Not your style? Sneak off somewhere more private like the twinkling gardens illuminated with multicolored tiki lamps, lakeside decorated with bio-luminescent rocks, or the (perfectly safe, wolfless, we promise) maze to indulge in your inner desires. You might find that certain colors glow beneath the moonlight and unlock desires you’ve kept tightly under lock and key. It's hard not to feel impulsive or unrestrained under the full moon's light, with your body paint as armor. People might appear more attractive to you under this witching light like a magic spell cast — but really, you haven’t had any trouble with that, here. Have you?

If you’re thirsty, the house has tasked RICHIE, CARMY, and SANJI (dressed as cabana boys) with an extensive poolside drinks menu, since they’ve been so helpful with breakfast. Thanks, boys. Ask them for anything. In fact, ask them for everything. They're here to serve.

As the night closes out, turn your eyes heavenward for a spectacular fireworks show. Many apologies to those of you who suffer from PTSD; you can head inside for an early night and cover your ears with a pillow, but do be careful not to suffocate yourself, unless you're into that. The fireworks shimmer and shatter, and those watching closely might start to see hidden messages written in the stars for you, though is that your eyes playing tricks? Better ask that friend you’re snuggled up with. As anxiety weighs a little heavier on your heart, you might feel compelled to confess a few secrets on this last night of summer, big or small, something loving or not. Seek out that destructive habit, or take some steps toward healing. Let the fireworks drown out the noise.

FRUITS OF LABOUR

CONTENT WARNINGS: body horror, gore, cannibalism.

Saying goodbye to summer means welcoming in the new season, and as August nights turn into September mornings, the landscape of the grounds changes from verdant greens to egg yolk yellow and sunburnt orange, a gradient of autumnal colors. To that end, a week long festival erects outside to enjoy the last of the year's good weather — a generous harvest bounty fills up tables and tables of ample displays, full of ripened fruits and fresh baked breads, baked potatoes roasted in the coals of a bonfire, sausages, wheels of cheese, marshmallows, cider and apple juice, tomato soup, apple and blackberry compote, rhubarb crumble, all richly decorated in sunset hues. Among the servings, anyone with a birthday in August or September will find themselves a individualized cake, perhaps with some motif to define them, otherwise just with the harvest decorations of gourds, leaves, wheat, and fruit. Alongside that, a new smaller maze has been made from hay bales on the lawn. During the day it's just a silly and fun maze, but at night it takes on a new form and characters can easily become lost and find themselves in a maze that seems to go on forever, with the ominous lowing of a bull somewhere in the distance. Luckily, everyone is released at daybreak, maybe a little traumatized, but all in one piece.

What would a festival be, without some games to indulge in? Around the celebratory grounds, there are four pumpkins painted gold, hidden around the festival. Anyone who finds one is entitled to a boon from your very generous hosts (join the race HERE). Hunting not to your tastes after the last few goose chases? No worries, there's plenty still to do — from apple bobbing, jumping over bonfires, throwing discus/shotput, horseshoes, and more, it's a festival jam packed with games and prizes to be won, from little jars of handmade jam from France, to stuffed chicken plushies, to tin cans with the labels ripped off, full of ... well, it's anyone's guess, really. Crack it open and find out!

In honor of the handfasting ceremony, characters are selected at random and tied together at the wrist, much to everyone's amusement. Once knotted, the ribbon will not give way under any physical or magical duress, meaning you'll be stuck together until the tie undoes on its own. It could be day, a night, two nights, or more, but it seems like the ribbon is waiting for something in particular — a genuine heart to heart, maybe? Consummating the marriage? Hopefully you like the person you're tied to, because you're going to be spending a lot of time with your temporary spouse, in immediately close quarters.

At the end of the week, there's a final end of summer ceremony, wherein the vampire ARMAND is given special homage for being an especially adored guest, donned in floral regalia and ordained with crowns of flowers, much to his growing malcontent. In fact, he and all the vampires present in house seem to be given the regal treatment from the staff with less grand flower crowns of their own, honored at the head of the festival's final gluttonous table, lined with naked, giggling bodies covered in autumnal produce, sprouting mushrooms, blooming flowers, and distinctly meaty dishes — steak and kidney pie, blood sausage, pumpkins stuffed with zebra meat. It's only after you drink the wildflower tea and locally (Very, Locally) crafted beer that things start to feel a little off. The happy bodies used as serving platters look sometimes, between one blink and the next, like masticated corpses, the gourds and fruits set more deeply in the cornucopia their opened chest cavities make. Despite that, there's no real sense of death in the air — get a better look, and you might find the veins of the dead work more like the vines for the plants, giving them life.

The question becomes: which is the hallucination? The smiling faces or the blooming corpses?

Though hysteria rankles through the crowd the more people come to terms with the visions they're seeing, given the population at the head of the table, it's a fairly easy riddle to crack. Can vampires eat the cursed food? In short: yes, they can. Sorry we made you eat people again.

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theo price | original (*crau) | new character/player

[chokedout]

» ᴀ: welcome to saltburnt

[Considering he's woken up in a bed he doesn't recognize (not the first time), with no real recognition of how he got there (not the first time) nor even what world he's in (also not the first time), Theo's doing fairly well, all things considered. Headache's set in from a party the night before that feels like a distant memory now, as he rises to warm sunlight and an uncertainty as to whether he's been sent home after over a year away or this is just another yank of a chain from the city.

All things to find out in due time, by peering out into the hall naked and nonplussed, leaning against his door frame with a flair for the dramatic so far as his hangover goes. While he lets himself wake a little, he watches for other signs of activity before finally fully emerging, sheet wrapped around him - because getting dressed is less important to him than finding someone he's lost. Which is why he's just going to go door to door, trying to peer in to other suites. Anybody who catches his too-blue eyes will get a friendly smile, regardless of whether he's seen them before or not.]

Oh, hey. It's you! [No recognition, all the enthusiasm.]

This your door?

» ʙ: itsy bitsy teenie weenie

[Acclimating well, Theo's lounging poolside with a pair of sunglasses on and hardly anything else - he does start the night off in a teeny weeny speedo of his own but come the later hours or a trip into the pool, you may just see it floating away from him. He'll have a fancy drink and three bracelets on: taken, open and it's complicated just for fun and flair.

And once the paint starts going around, Theo'll be covered in it. He asks to be a muse to start but gets bored or otherwise too-wiggly about something, and ends up painting others instead; making masterpieces across the bodies of volunteers, with sights of landscapes, starry nights and beautiful swaths of color from both a brush and his paint layered fingers. How fully the bodies are painted is left to the volunteers, though Theo'll perk up if allowed to smack colorful hand prints on ass cheeks. You know you want one?]

» ᴄ: fruits of labor

[Theo likes winning prizes. So he has a few, the latest being an unlabelled tin (awful prize) he's not at all engaged with trying to open and instead is happy to try and offhand on someone nearby - stuffing it into their arms as he walks by, winking and then immediately attempting to escape questioning about it. Though he is indeed easily chased.

And, it seems, easily caught when it so happens he ends up standing next to a stranger(?) and being tied wrist to wrist. Enamored easily at first by fun tradition, Theo's sparkly demeanor will chip away the longer he stays bound without a way out. Very haha, so funny! and then a lot of wrist yanking.]

... Loooving this. So cool, so fun? Oh man. We need to get it off like, riiight now.

» note

[*comes with crau from time spent in Duplicity, though this could be subject to change. Feel free to hit me with any wildcards in any scenario too. ♥ Open to a lot but contact me at witchpunk if you've got any questions or anything like that. ]

kicks down the door with a wildcard because i do what i want

[rationalism]

[ she hears him laugh across the pool deck and she has to cover her mouth to keep from gasping, exhaling a shaky breath through her nose. grace has hoped, of course, that daniel would get another chance in this manor house he would actually hate as much as she does, that oliver would show up because pierce is here (not because she's here though, that would be silly), that theo would show up because oliver showed up. it hadn't occurred to her, though, that theo and oliver would show up here separately. one of them not at all.

theo's busy painting someone, laying on his charm with a familiar ease that makes grace want to cry. he doesn't even try most of the time, he's just like that. instead of crying she strides over and, well, i'm not saying she shoves the girl out of the way, but she does push her a little. but it's hard to tell because she throws her arms around theo the next moment so no one can prove it! ]

You are so late, babe.

aaaaaAA

[chokedout]

[Theo looks up the way you do at a lush pool party full of strangers when one of them gets a little shoved and there's gotta be something charged behind it he's nosy about - but he gets a full on grip of it soon after, laughing as he collapses back down on an empty lounge chair with her and cinches his arms around her tight. All other beach babes immediately fall out of his peripherals, and he's putting a kiss to her cheek (and a smudge of blue paint to her jaw) just as quick.]

Late? Babe, I just got here. Where've you been? I've been looking!

[rationalism]

I've been here for a month, you piece of shit!

[ one time theo tried to get grace to be mean to him and she only managed to call him a butthead. turns out what will get her to be mean to him is to be forcibly separated and get shoved into a nightmarishly rich house with no one to hold her hand when she freaks out in the middle of the night because these people might hunt her for sport and then sacrifice her like a goat.

she even pulls back a little to punch him in the side though there is little in the way of force and less heat behind it. ]

You left me.

[ logically, neither of them had a choice. rationally, she knows this isn't theo's fault. emotionally, she doesn't care. ]

[chokedout]

I did not.

[Said after he suffers her terrible, horrible, tiny-fisted blows and puts his hands up in mock surrender. But then he's putting paws all over her again, trying to get her fully into his lap for cuddling. A month is minor cause for confusion - he's still adjusting to this not being some fucked up Duplicity official led disaster, hallucination or drug induced coma so. He nuzzles his chin into her shoulder.]

Last I remember was us cuddling in bed before all this. And that definitely wasn't a month ago. You've really been here that long? Alone? Or is...

[-is anyone we know here? He doesn't ask. Because he's scared to know.]

tee hee hee

[extent]

[ it feels a little something like being caught under a mistletoe unawares when he realises that there is a ribbon being wound around his wrist. it's easy to not pay attention when there's so much going on in your surroundings, and nick is mostly focused on sipping distractedly at a cider and watching the thick of the festival around him, so it takes the ribbon tying for him to actually engage and look over.

oh, that's kind of cute. he laughs, downs the last of his drink and twists his hand a little. tied fast, that's not as cute, but he doesn't seem to have as pressing an urge to get rid of it. a minor inconvenience, more than a major issue. ]

I didn't pack scissors. [ he shrugs, helpfully, wriggling his fingers a little in the grip, but theo can do the bulk of the tugging. nick doesn't protest all that much even though it makes both of their arms shake. ] Do you think it's charmed?

[chokedout]

[Theo is in a better place with a distraction to keep him from feeling pinned down, and his eyes walk the long walk up Nick's arm to his face - he's a few drinks in by this point so Theo's recognition skills are questionable, but he does hone in on a familiar face with briefly widened eyes. But this is far from the first time he's seen someone who doesn't reciprocate memories, and his mouth is a bit dry in the next few beats before he replies. He doesn't know how to approach this other than to keep trucking.]

Most likely. So fucking with it might not work. But that means it has to have a release of some kind.

[Annoyingly unknown at the moment.]

[extent]

[ annoying. nick's nose wrinkles in response, a little scrunched up expression of annoyance, but he's not hugely bothered by the predicament. he still has a free hand for drinks if he needs it, and he actually likes people quite a bit so it's no great hardship to be tethered to one. he might be more concerned later down the line, if the ribbons really aren't budging, but for now he just looks at the other person caught up in this predicament with him, a little curious. ]

Or maybe we're married forever now.

[ deadpan, but only for half a second before his eyebrows quirk and he grins in amusement. he never was very good at dry humour, too quick to give his hand away. nick turns a little more towards the other guy, looking him over quickly. just enough to satisfy some nosiness, he's not going to start hitting on someone that's literally stuck with him just yet. ]

So like, I'm Nick. I feel like you should at least know my name if we're going to be here for a minute, y'know?

[chokedout]

Oh? Well, shit, that means it's time for a honeymoon.

[The leivity helps, and Theo's smile surfaces brightly. He can thrive in flirty conditions - and yeah, there's probably something weird about flirting with someone you've definitely flirted with before (and they don't know) but Theo likes that whole other-verse romantic shit? He looks Nick over, much less quick and much more to be seen doing so on purpose.]

Theo. But you can call me Teddie, since we're so close now.

welcome to saltburnt(ish)—

[behavioural]

( it's a situation almost similar to the one he had with grace, but whereas he had greeted her first, the opposite occurs this time in the form of a far too enthusiastic and overtly chummy witch — no fucking way he would miss the dark energy emanating from him, even if it has been mixed in with the familiar sensation of oli's magic. perhaps, he should be more caught off guard, but now that he possesses insight into where oliver could potentially be, pierce can only tentatively suspect that mr. chummy over here is from that other dimension too. it isn't a particularly pleasant notion, yet it's undeniable that he has connections to oli. )

You can't be lost. ( he allows his eyes to slowly drift down past his neck, his chest, his torso, until it finally reaches the sheets wrapped loosely about his waist. his gaze then snaps back up to that affable smile, his own expression impassive. ) Can you? ( he must be a new arrival. otherwise, pierce would have long noticed him. so, either he didn't bother to look around his room first or... ) Are you looking for someone? Maybe I can help.

[chokedout]

Not my first time waking up somewhere new and unexpected. Usually accompanied by a body or a regret or two, though.

[Said in a way to sound air headed and slutty, an easy enough persona to fully embody when uncertainty's creepy up like a cold hand on his shoulder. Theo likes to shut off his brain when he starts to want to use it too much, the horrors of a reality of being all on his own again really fucking suck. Though he does have a lot of experience waking up in other worlds if not his other lives - treating this just like the former. So he's all for trying to flirt his way back into someone's social circle - eyes flicking over Pierce, affable smile on his face.]

Looking for a few people, but I don't feel like they're here. Unless you've seen a guy with green skin? He'd be the easiest to locate.

[behavioural]

No one with green skin.

( he won't be blowing up any coffee tables in the middle of a quiet hallway, so at least they have that going for them. still, he sees no reason not to acknowledge the elephant in the room — oli's magic. no point in playing it sly either, when grace will be around to potentially fill this guy in.

plus, it's evident enough by the eagerness in his eyes that he seeks rapport. so, why not give it to him? )

But I recognize the magic on you. You're an... acquaintance of Oliver, right?

[chokedout]

Yeah, we know each other.

[Very well, he doesn't say, because he's learning hard and fast here that nothing's quite what it seems and if someone else knows Oliver, he wants to make sure he knows who that someone else is. He tilts his head to the side, smile still present, but math's happening behind glamored-blue eyes. Calculus is floating around his skull.]

You know him, huh?

hi hello / welcome

[dwelt]

[August has managed to pry himself away from bed, and after a way too long shower, has a fresher feel about him. demonic magic hangs off of him, infects the air and leaves it thick and heavy. he isn't quite interested in figuring breakfast out (or eating) so he's wasting time poking and prodding around the room when Theo decides to invade.

he assumes people are looking for their people, from voices that carry along the halls and the brief conversations that he's been able to catch. Theo's tone leaves him nonplussed and he can't hide the smirk from his lips when he turns to look and sees the state of him - wrapped in a sheet, absolutely bed-worn.]

And it's you.

[in the sheet, in a room that's designated to him that he doesn't care about.]

It's my door for now.

helloooooo

[chokedout]

[Poking around the room is the better plan, compared to Theo's blanket-toga and explore the place running plan but who's judging? Theo's eyes are twinkling with something playful - he always appreciates it when people aren't slamming their doors in his face, and he leans against the doorframe in a slow intrusion, edging his way in bit by bit.]

For now implies you aren't entirely against sharing, doesn't it?

[dwelt]

[he doesn't make a move to shoo Theo out, but he isn't moving from his spot in general, choosing to keep his feet planted where they are while Theo inches his way in. all curiosity toward the items in the room is now focused on this new stranger, which is -

not great for a stranger, honestly. he's got a watchful eye and as much as he can "appreciate" waking up in a totally new environment, he was hoping to be alone. just what is he implying!]

Are you saying you want to stay? You wouldn't want to be my roommate.

[chokedout]

Roommate seems very long term. Bedmate, on the other hand...

[Guy's gotta flirt. But Theo, despite the flirting, is looking around like he's trying to find something to snag his own attention because being a little himbo is fun but one can only avoid a looming cloud overhead for so long before acknowledging it. So:]

Did you wake up with a hangover or was it just me?

but what if I bother you everywhere | A

[dead_tongue]

[Beautiful baby blues, meet bleary brown eyes mostly hidden by strawberry curls.]

It's me!

[No recognition. But also friendly! It's not like Iggy hasn't woken up missing memories before.]

It is, yeah.

Would you be a darling and get my lighter off my dresser? I'm dying.

screeeee, yes please

[chokedout]

Oh, sure thing.

[Just let him tuck his blanket around himself a little tighter, moving on in now that he's been invited - invading the room like a warm tide of water. He gets the lighter from the dresser, moving toward Iggy soon after:]

Please tell me you're having a morning smoke and you like to share.

[dead_tongue]

Yes to both, sweetie.

[He manages to sit up and fumble on his nightstand for a pack of smokes. He puts one in his mouth and gestures for a light, because he's a bossy little shit sometimes.]

[chokedout]

[Theo, knowing a cigarette is on the line, obliges happily. Before inviting himself right on into Iggy's bed - sorry, not sorry. The lighter disappears somewhere in the middle of the motion, likely jammed up under a pillow or creased blanket - hope it wasn't expensive.]

I'm Theo. Teddie, if you'd rather.

b

[longlegs]

[ Cellar's in a glossy pink bikini just as the paint's started going around. She's seen this guy around before - that smile on his face? She's seen it many times before, and she thinks she knows his type. Just look at all those bracelets, man. ]

Hey, could you hold this for me?

[ One of the rare brushes was snagged by yours truly. Weird that she's handing it over to him, though, huh?

Oops, that's a hand covered in paint pressing right up against his face. Rubbing it a little, too. ]

Great, thanks.

ayyyyeeeee

[chokedout]

Oh- wow? Wow. Wowww.

[While the voice feigns offense, Theo's response is much more casually allowing - he tilts his chin up, turned in toward her palm, with bright blue eyes staring at her with something of a gleam to them. His hand holding the brush raises, and he gestures with it while he speaks.]

You're now obliged to call me a masterpiece.

:>

[longlegs]

[ She tops it up with a boop. ]

Hmm. [ Scrunching up her nose, disagreement in the noise, Cellar shrugs. ] A doodle, maybe.

[chokedout]

A doodle?

That's insulting your work, not the canvas, you know.