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tampered2007-01-20 09:16 pm
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RP Log; Ongoing [OPEN]
When; Jan 20th evening
Rating; PG at least? (for uh drinking and stuff I guess)
Characters; Percival (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gegnet); and open to anyone
Summary; Percival decides to check out Automatica since his interest has been piqued.
Log;
It was easy to see what was so shocking about an establishment like this for someone like Borus. The difficult part was listing those qualities. There were too many to list really, the entire club was built against every principle he might have been taught. From the scantily clad bodies pressed in a writhing mass to the music that cleanly knocked away any other sound or even sensation in the pulse that slithered up from the floor.
The ticking that periodically haunted the citizens of the City became a faintly unpleasant memory in that moment for Percival. And if the club possessed no other redeeming value at least that much could be said of it. That part of it was almost a relief. He’d had far too much time for idle thoughts lately and the ticking had only served to chip at his sanity further. Despite having found a roommate Percival had yet to spend much time with him and by the looks of it troubles were heating up with the people from Shinji’s world so he didn’t expect any bonding time with his eccentric roommate in the near future.
That said Percival had little desire to join the mass of bodies. He wasn’t inexperienced or prudish really by any stretch of the word but this was something that was as foreign to him as the concept of knighthood was to other citizens of the city. It would take some time to adjust if nothing else. Alcohol though, that he was familiar with. Making his way through the mess of people with ease Percival seated himself at the bar, feeling just a tiny bit out of place. He didn’t look it though in the casual way he slid into the barstool, and though his attire was less “modern” his formfitting riding pants and plain work shirt were simple enough not to warrant any curious looks.
Rating; PG at least? (for uh drinking and stuff I guess)
Characters; Percival (
gegnet); and open to anyoneSummary; Percival decides to check out Automatica since his interest has been piqued.
Log;
It was easy to see what was so shocking about an establishment like this for someone like Borus. The difficult part was listing those qualities. There were too many to list really, the entire club was built against every principle he might have been taught. From the scantily clad bodies pressed in a writhing mass to the music that cleanly knocked away any other sound or even sensation in the pulse that slithered up from the floor.
The ticking that periodically haunted the citizens of the City became a faintly unpleasant memory in that moment for Percival. And if the club possessed no other redeeming value at least that much could be said of it. That part of it was almost a relief. He’d had far too much time for idle thoughts lately and the ticking had only served to chip at his sanity further. Despite having found a roommate Percival had yet to spend much time with him and by the looks of it troubles were heating up with the people from Shinji’s world so he didn’t expect any bonding time with his eccentric roommate in the near future.
That said Percival had little desire to join the mass of bodies. He wasn’t inexperienced or prudish really by any stretch of the word but this was something that was as foreign to him as the concept of knighthood was to other citizens of the city. It would take some time to adjust if nothing else. Alcohol though, that he was familiar with. Making his way through the mess of people with ease Percival seated himself at the bar, feeling just a tiny bit out of place. He didn’t look it though in the casual way he slid into the barstool, and though his attire was less “modern” his formfitting riding pants and plain work shirt were simple enough not to warrant any curious looks.