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May Log

Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere
What: May mod log!
When: The First two weeks of May.
Warnings: Use your best discretion.

May Open log

First of May, First of May

So apparently the open festive mood on the locals hasn’t stopped so May opens with a tradition that happens within it. It’s May Day, or Beltane if you’re feeling formal and it doesn’t just last for the day. Instead it lasts for two weeks, because why do in one day what you can party for multiple days over?

There are the traditional May Day things of course. There’s the May pole stretching upwards with its brightly colored ribbons welcoming people to do it either together or separately. The colors are explained of course, purple for a good year, pink for fertility, green for fiscal gain, blue for calmness. Each ribbon wrapped around the ancient poll is a wish, an old woman tells you. So you should take it seriously. But if you do is up to you.

Ringing outside of the giant circle in the recreation dome are large bonfires. People are writing down their wishes for the year and burning them into the universe. Some more… adventurous people are hopping over the fire in order to increase the effectiveness of the wishes. In case you were wondering, John is standing ready with a med kit and a judgmental look on her face.

There are small picnics set up around rather than tables, and spring foods are placed on it. Strawberries, oat cakes, chocolate, and things like real food are scattered on them, letting people pick and share the platters around them equally. Wine flows freely, of course. Wine made here in the Sphere that comes in a variety of fruited flavors.

Traditional things such as three legged races and general races are occurring, people grouping those with powers together in order to make it fair. Other games are happening. Including Max in the dunk tank for a few minutes, so you may wanna get that in.

There are of course things that are non-traditional as well. After all, this is the Sphere. A series of bouncy castles is set up, as is an inflatable obstacle course. One of the larger castles is even set aside for the adults because well, why not.

Several large ball pits are set up and people are bringing drinks to them. There’s no way that can go wrong. It’s adults only because sometimes everyone just needs a ball pit.

Fireworks happen every night. Or at least something that looks like fireworks, minus the fire and the noise. But they fill the sky above the Sphere, making it seem as if they are under a real sky.

painting the roses red.

After celebrating the spring in April, May brings with it the work of what spring actually entails. What it entails especially after the loss of the person in charge (rip Annie) is doing the sort of normal planting in the fields. There are people around to supervise and to hand out seeds and the other things that one needs to successfully plant fields and all of that.

There are other fields and vegetable patches to be weeded and harvested, because the agriculture dome tends to always be in a state of flux depending on how many people are currently living in the sphere at the time.

But it wouldn’t be a community event if food wasn’t provided, so there’s a sort of barbecue going on. It definitely smells like barbecue that’s for sure, and there are people tending long pits of things that look like meat but that definitely aren’t. Still it tastes like good old bbq and that’s really what matters isn’t it?

Of course it wouldn’t be bbq without beer, so there’s a lot of it. It’s free-flowing (a little too free-flowing actually) and some of the teenagers have gotten their hands on it. On way too much of it as a matter of fact. Which is why it seemed like a good idea to them to show up at the work picnic with squirt guns full of washable paint.

If it’s washable and non-toxic, one argues, then it’s not as if anyone can be really angry.

But honestly it’s a paint fight. Join in or be an innocent victim there are definitely squirt guns a plenty around.

Everyone loves bathtime, right?

Well, people requested baths, so the staff at the pools in the Rec dome have tried to accommodate them! While normally, the events at the pools go something like this: The largest of the three pools, and the light is constant and sunny here. The large pool is Olympic sized, and is a sparkling blue. It’s fresh water, and probably clean enough to drink. I still wouldn’t drink it. The second pool is slightly smaller and more kidney shaped with a gradual sand mound at one end of it. This pool is salt water and looks a bit more like a beach than a pool. The third pool is a kiddie pool, complete with a splash pad, that’s running. Buckets drop, it’s got one of those mushroom things, and sprinkler jets. There aren’t any kids though, so people are welcome to go nuts.

Bathing suits and towels are provided in the divided changing rooms. There’s frozen and fruity drinks flowing freely, along with finger food and snacks.

The Sphere has increased it towards bathing though, through the use of temporary means. There’s a large bamboo building near it, and inside are various sets of hot and cool pools, sauna and steam pools, a masseuse and other spa treatments and the like. There’s three options for these times. 1.Strictly bathing suits, 2, strictly mixed nudity/ bathing suits and 3. Strictly separated nudity. No one below the age of eighteen is getting naked in the baths, sorry kids.

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And here Rhy was doing it just to keep the man close to him. To keep their bodies close and feel the heat of him.

"Your arm is very nice in mine."

It served a double purpose, and Llewellyn certainly couldn’t complain about either. It was nice. Having someone close, and holding on to him as though it were normal. It was something he could get used to... He’d already begun to lean into it a little, drawing closer if only to adjust his arm slightly. There’s an ease to it, for all that he isn’t used to it. “I’m glad you think so? I find it mm... quite comfortable.”

See, nothing like a little body heat to up the temperature between two men. Rhy makes sure that their hips bump every now and then. How clumsy of him, right? Right.

"You have not allowed yourself such lovely things before, have you? Oh my dear sweetling, you've missed on much."

Absolutely clumsy, and Llewellyn couldn’t really question him on it. Largely because he can’t be sure it’s not just that, a clumsiness born of how close they were walking side by side.

He frowns a little at the question, not upset so much as thoughtful. A tad wistful. He’s missed out on a lot in life. “I have not... I considered it, now and again? But uh— For a long time I supposed I was trying to be something I wasn’t.”

He shrugs, adding a moment later, “But I had much to keep me busy that aside; people who needed me, a job to do.”

"Yes, the world can be cruel to the beauty of the love of a man for another," Rhy disparages. Because it disgusts him, how it happens.

He does still them and turns his head to the other man.

"Have you ever been kissed?"

“Kissed? Yes. But uh— not by another man, no.” He responds with a small shrug of his shoulders. There had been the occasional woman that he tried to get to know better to attempt to be what the world expected of him. A few of which were more forward with their desires, but it had never felt right to him. They also had other interests in life, and had eventually gone their own way.

"Shall I remedy this gross undersight in your education of the language of love and desire?"

Because to only be kissed by a woman when you had no interest in them would be a cruelty. And Rhy has been told he's talented with his tongue.

Llewellyn stops short, blinking a little with that oddly befuddled expression of his. He’s not entirely sure he heard that right. “Are you... actually offering that? Or... Is that a joke; because I should warn you if you haven’t realized already, it’s been said that I often take jokes for sincerity more often than I should.”

He’s not adverse to the idea, not in the least. Still, he’s... not in the habit of making assumptions. Flirts were one thing, genuine or otherwise.

Oh the sweet man, so blind. Rhy lets go of his arm to instead stand before him, reaching to put a hand on the curve of hte man's cheek.

"As a friend and teacher, it would be wrong of me to not show you how this works, would it not?"

Llewellyn considered the question quite seriously, well... as seriously as he can with a hand on his cheek and Rhy’s eyes on him. Part of Llewellyn couldn’t help wondering if it were really so different that he wouldn’t know how it worked?

Well, the detective in him couldn’t deny that there was only one way to find out. “I... see can see the logic in what you say. You make a good point.”

"I make many points, my dear detective. And I assure you, some of them are truly pleasurable."

With that he curls his fingers into the taller man's hair, pulling him down to press their lips together.

Llewellyn was about to answer, because of course he hardly ever stopped talking, when his lips were suddenly occupied with something else. He finds that yes, it was different. Quite different when you were actually kissing someone you found attractive in that way, when it wasn’t forced.

Still, there’s some awkwardness to the detective’s response. He’s never been good at responding to positive affections, he’s never had enough to be properly used to it to not feel some alarm. As though something else might be at work to worry about that would be far less pleasant. So he fidgets for a moment, before resting his hands on Rhy’s arm and side and leans into it lightly.

On his arm? How silly. Rhy reaches between them to grab that hand and guide it to his hip. Then it moves to pull Llewellyn to him, pulling the man closer, so the whole of their bodies are together along their full lengths, even as Rhy presses more firmly into the kiss.

Oh, Llewellyn absentmindedly thinks as Rhy moves his hand to rest on his hip instead, that is better. He certainly has no complaints if it allows for more closeness... He likes the feeling of having someone pressed firmly against him, to be able to draw himself around Rhy more fully.

He turns his head down a little more to make the kiss a little easier, hungry for the attention. The detective’s usual slouch becoming something a little more relaxed and less about seeming smaller so much as making his height less of an obstacle.

Good boy, he learns fast. And Rhy, having chosen a smart location, just presses forward, intending to get Llewellyn to back up against the wall of a building for him.

It’s not a particularly hard challenge, Llewellyn is quite easy to guide towards a wall. Though that's mostly because he was very clumsy and far from solidly built. So he stumbled slightly, trying to keep his balance enough to not fall over (yet again that day, he’s had enough of that since the ball-pit thank-you-very-much) with a startled sound.

It's nice when the man is pressed against the wall, and Rhy chuckles.

Fun.

The man pulls back and nods to Llewellyn. It had been a good kiss.

"You're very good."

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t slightly disappointed when Rhy finally pulled away, but he’s... pleased to hear that he hadn’t done poorly. “Oh? I’m uh— I’m glad you think so.” There’s a happy flush to his face as he straightens finally, a small smile tugging at his cheeks. “You were right, your point was mm... ‘truly pleasurable.’”

"And you look so good, colored with pleasure," Rhy continues, a finger coming up to follow the curve of those lips. "you should be like this more."

“Should I now?” His smile deepened a bit, and he reached up to take the hand currently on his face gently. A small squeeze and a kiss to those fingertips that had traced his smile, he was still feeling a bit brave and silly after all. “I think I would find that agreeable.”

"I think you could do with more personal tutoring," Rhy agrees, enjoying the bravery of kissing his fingers.

Yes, this could work, for a time. Fill the ache and loneliness. It is wrong to use a friend in such a way, but he wants it.

“Mm... Probably.” He responds, tilting his head slightly in thought. “I suppose that I’m still very unpracticed.”

It is wrong to use a friend, but... Llewellyn is offering, and he’s happy to have such rare attention. It might be sad; a poor way to treat himself and his heart in the long run, but as it stands he knows what awaits him in life. Best to get used to casual intimacy when a relationship is so unlikely, and he can never have anything more without great risks that he knows that he isn’t worth.

Well, do either of them have their hearts in it? Who knows. For now, well, a kiss is just a kiss and it was good.

"You are welcome to practice further, as the spirit moves you."

For now, this is good. It’s new (a new thing he had not entertained the idea of trying ironically) and Llewellyn can be a bit reckless when it comes to himself, so until something changes and Rhy grows bored with him? He’ll enjoy it.

“Am I? That’s mm... kind of you to offer.” He responds clumsily, tempted to admit the spirits moving him still now. His back is already against the wall, and it’s comfortable having Rhy there. He leans forward again, smile still light as he continued to put it to words in his own way, “I’m concerned if I allow the spirit to decide that it will take us a little longer to get to those food stands you wanted to see.”

"I have multiple hungers I wouldn't mind sating. Some can wait," Rhy admits, a smile curving his lips light and playful.

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