impure_tale | 222 [Before the Start of the Flood]

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222 [Before the Start of the Flood]

[He's a little beaten up, as you might be able to tell on the video.]

Disappointing news I'm afraid, my dears. Auditions will be a matter addressed after the port at the end of the month. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll certainly feel more comfortable running lines with people after this place has gone back to normal.

I'm sure you're heartbroken, the lot of you.

The changes to the facilities don't especially agree with me, or Renate for that matter. [a bark in the background.] It leaves me feeling especially optimistic about what's to come.

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Slavers. [A huff of annoyance.] I know the breed. Just not the environment.

[He lounges back, a muscular backrest, occasionally rubbing an idle, friendly gesture over the Marquis' arm or shoulder.]

So this is after it's criminalized. Economies in shift. Old power fading. I'm with you.

The story centers in a way on two sisters, high bred, coming from old money but there is little left. "Southern Belles," I believe is the proper term. The youngest, Stella, married and moved to the city, while the eldest, Blanche remained essentially to watch the last of their relatives die. The play begins when she appears in the city, intent to live with her sister, initially with little explanation as to why. Her appearance in her sister's home, already small for two people, is something of an issue for Stella's husband, and the two clash constantly. The story follows their conflict, the slow revelation of what's happened to this woman, but it's about more. The old ways and their need to either join with the new or fade into obscurity, the harshness of brutal honesty against fragile pretensions.

[A little smile; he closes his eyes.]

Of course it contains all of that but like the best of plays it portrays it through simple interactions.

[Another low hum of interest.]

Heavy on the sex? Or is that not what got you intrigued.

[Just a guess, knowing the Marquis.]

It is clever about implying. The husband, Stanley, is not the sort of man that southern belles would traditionally be associated with. More common, but powerful, physically intimidating, and Stella's relationship with him is very steeped in their desires for one another. Animal magnetism as it were.

...so when you said I should try out, you might have had an idea who you wanted me to play?

[He chuckles, a rumble against the Marquis' back, nuzzling the man's hair. He's been touch-hungry for a while, even more than when he was an inmate because then he had the Marquis to impose on, and he's been less in need of reassurance as a free-ish man. But 'less in need of' doesn't mean 'less inclined towards'. And after the Marquis' misadventure, he's feeling the urge to get tactile.]

I won't lie; you're at least physically perfect for the role. [A satisfied sigh.] As I understand, the author cast the originator of the role, who also portrayed him in film, because the author himself was rather attracted to him. I have yet to see the film, myself.

I don't know that I'm much of an actor when I'm not manipulating a room. I could give it a try, might break the routine. I won't get wounded if you get someone decent, though.

Perhaps we'll try a reading someday. [He turns his head to look back at him.]

Mmmhmm.

...sup?

[He looks warm and comfortable, almost drowsy.]

You're doing an awful job of scolding me, I'll have you know.

...I am kinda falling down on the job. [Another rumble of laughter.]

I missed this.

You know you're always welcome. I rather miss having company. [And Megamind is a little too nervous to be alone in his cabin with him anymore]

I'll come back more often. I've been keeping to my own territory now that I'm a warden, but... eh. I missed this. [The repetition seems to be all he wants to convey.]

Seems I'm only of use to anyone anymore if they're an Inmate at the time. Tis the only time I'm able to get another body in my bed, at any rate. I shudder to think who I'll be assigned next.

[Riddick extracts a hand from where it's wedged against the couch back and strokes the Marquis' cheek.]

You know, you could actually ask me to stay the night once in a while. Whether you meant getting physical or actually sleeping.

[For just a moment he leans into the touch.]

I say you are always welcome.

[But of course the point is he's saying he wants to be asked.]

And it certainly wouldn't hurt me to extend an invitation.

I don't get really aggressive like I was all that often. But that doesn't mean I mind. It's a social thing, a way to keep close. Don't mind at all.

Invite, when you need someone.

I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into.

Oh, threaten me. Make it pretty.

Not a threat so much as a promise, dearheart. You should understand by now that I'm a lonesome sort and I always grow so accustomed so quickly to another person sleeping beside me.

I'll tell you if you start abusing my stamina.

I keep night hours more than I used to. Might not always be there when you wake up. ...or when you go to sleep.

[A lip curve, because playing the creepy convict still feels so right.]

Say no more. I understand. You're very busy.

You gonna throw a fit if I'm there when you wake up? If I can persuade Renate to let me get in without waking you up in the first place.

Oh not at all. [He shifts a little to sit up, having to be mindful of his foot.]

[Riddick smiles, making distant plans to sneak in for one of his cat-naps one of these nights.]

I'm not doing anything tonight, though. Want me to stick around? Make sure you keep your weight off that foot?

222 [Before the Start of the Flood]

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