An odd foundation

[petal_storm]

Who: Orchid, Magnus, any?
When: About a month after she arrived injured at the spa.
What: A grand re-opening.

The invitation was beautifully written on actual paper, delivered in an actual envelope and with hand illustrated margins showing thorny vines, sands, and battle grounds. A true piece of archaic penmanship likely courtesy of Orchid and it added a touch of high end grandeur to an open invite. And 'open' meant 'anyone who wishes to experience an evening of mingling and new, far more interesting definition of spectator combat'. The spa likely recieved the widest invitation, as it included any employee (or owner) thereof and any date they wished to bring.

A subtle way to demand Markux's presence, but also allow his old pet, Poppy, to attend.

After all Poppy had to miss being properly assured of his place instead of being a mere 'employee'. Such a disappointment that really. He'd had high hopes for Poppy's ability to crack Markux's facade. Ah well, he could still provide opportunity to reassure the boy of his place in life.

There was comfort in having a role after all, Orchid assured him of such, though she was quite capable enough to replace many less efficient (and caring) people he'd employed prior. It truly was something else to his comfort and entertainments to have a creature that adored him and put his pleasures paramount. Money couldn't buy a dedication like that.

Regardless, the upcoming reopening of the arena in C was the talk of the town, and a hell of a conversational topic in the spa as well. 'High dress' was the listed code, though all other amenities, from food and drink, to 'mild' drugs were provided sans charge. Tonight was an exhibition after all, a way to display WHY they should return and spend money betting later.

Magnus himself was dressed in simple, dark green silk tunic and pants; Orchid was his ornamentation wearing delicate gold chains and stones only in a wash of light and glitter over purple skin as they greeted people and mingled out of the pristine sands. It was the largest area for a party of course, but there were several raised platforms showcasing some of the intended lineup, and more empty ones for patrons to add fighters to later.

Comments

[code_jaeger]

“I’m not trying to. People assume because he’s a dom I think. We go to clubs where people see him when I allow him to take charge and assume it’s how we live our whole lives.”

[petal_storm]

"Do you have proof of that?" Just to cover all the bases!

[code_jaeger]

“Proof that I’m not owned?”

[petal_storm]

"Yes."

[code_jaeger]

“Hmmm…” he tilted his head trying to think. “Your twin can smell lies right?”

[petal_storm]

"Yes, but we also accept citizenship," he drawled.

[code_jaeger]

“Oh sure.” He nodded pulling that up on his pad. They had established citizenship to protect themselves and so he could have valid licenses for businesses.

[petal_storm]

He glanced at the pad, obviously memorizing with intend to research! "Alright. How much will the fish remember?"

[code_jaeger]

“How much do you want him to remember?”

[petal_storm]

"Not getting trounced, ideally that you were a tease."

[code_jaeger]

“Can do.” He nodded. “Will need my mate down here for that. Is that okay?”

[petal_storm]

"It will be noticed," he flicked an ear, "but we can explain that." In a 'Gi goes to obviously fetch the man and let rumors start' way given Shark had left with pretty boy.

[code_jaeger]

“He can be unnoticed if you prefer. Also anyone else down here will need a filtering mask. His abilities are pheromone based.”

[petal_storm]

"Clean team is already masked, so are we. Non-critical intakes today are unconscious while health care catches up with body abuses," he gestured around.

[code_jaeger]

Jeager looked around. “She couldn’t get them to completely do away with capturing combatants.” He frowned. “If Shark goes down will that help with that?”

::You can come down, love. Sneaky if you would.::

[petal_storm]

"There are reasons, " Go noted, neither confirming nor denying 'she'. "Layers of them."

::I can do that,:: Rial agreed with the light feel of pheromone work back at the party.

[code_jaeger]

“Makes sense. Delicate work.” He nodded. “Rial is on the way down.”

[petal_storm]

"Gi, escort," Go asking his twin, out loud to be polite?

[code_jaeger]

Gi nodded and trotted off to meet Rial on his way down.

[petal_storm]

Rial was partway down a hall? "Ah, hello?"

[code_jaeger]

“Hello,” Gi nodded to him.

[petal_storm]

"I assume you're the twin?" He smiled, giving the jackal a once over.

[code_jaeger]

“Yes.” He noted and led him back.

[petal_storm]

Go blinked mildly then sighed, "you weren't joking about pheromones." Even with masks!

[code_jaeger]

“I tend not to. People who have mates or are related to me are immune though.” He noted.