Though he manages to get his feet under him as he trudges out of the water, he doesn't stay there for long. Percy lands on his hands and knees and coughs up the water he swallowed. The taste of brine coats the inside of his mouth and he tries to summon enough saliva to spit in an attempt to clear it. A wave hits him from behind, nearly sending him down again. With some determination, he gets further on shore and flops onto his back as he tries to catch his breath.
What the hell was that?
He doesn't have much time to contemplate his current state - or how he got here - before a shadow falls over him. He whips away, rolling to get his knees under him, then his feet. His sidearm is likely far too waterlogged to work, but rapiers work fine wet. He draws it, holding it ready despite the fact that every muscle feels like it's shaking and his glasses are--somewhere. He's lost them in the sand.
The automatons don't seem immediately threatening. One even has a towel, though at this point that seems rather insufficient.
All the quick movements make his stomach roll again and Percy is suddenly aware that he has not quite gotten rid of all the seawater. Hopefully his grimace looks more like a threat than nausea.
"That is quite close enough."
It is about then that he notices there are other people on the beach, possibly watching this overdramatic display. He lowers his arm slowly, though he does not put the sword away. Then he sighs.
"Fine, give me the towel. And watch where you step."
Season of Eggcellence
He is quite familiar with Renewal Festivals, though he cannot recall quite so many eggs.
It's the snowdrops that make him stop.
Percy catches sight of the familiar white flowers and drifts toward the booth offering them. They are not quite as impressive as some of the other blooms, but they are--far more meaningful. He tells himself that it is ridiculous to assign further meaning to them beyond their appearance as early spring flowers, but. They will always mean something to him.
He leaves the booth with a sprig of the white flowers pinned to his coat.
Some time later, he happens upon the robots selling art. Well, it's appropriate to the season, isn't it? This seems like the kind of thing Scanlan and Grog would immediately drift toward. And he's content to walk past it until he recognizes--himself. And his wife.
"No, absolutely not."
He doesn't have any credit to buy it, nor does he really have anything to barter with, but he very much wants to remove the intimate painting of himself and Vex'ahlia. He even recognizes the damn bed. He is certain this is when they consummated their very private marriage. The shock of it is a blow to his usual sense of decorum and it takes a moment to compose himself. His voice is still tight when he finally addresses the robot running the booth:
"I will give you what you want for the painting, just remove it."
Maybe Vex would laugh. Maybe she would stand by and critique the lighting and style. Maybe Percy could do the same if she were here. But she isn't. Percy is left on his back foot here, not entirely sure how to approach negotiating with something mechanical. But he will absolutely try.
Chocolate Currency
Given his utter lack of useful funds, it seems prudent to earn some credits.
He's gone out egg hunting several times now and is getting better at spotting the colorful rabbits. He might even help someone if they are inclined to ask.
After dropping off his most recent bounty, he walks away from the cafe with one of the eggs still in hand. He's curious now that he knows the are apparently filled with chocolate. He's expecting it might be somewhat bitter, given that it isn't refined, but he's willing to take the chance. Chasing rabbits is hungry work, after all.
Percy isn't expecting the kick that happens. That, perhaps, had not been his best idea. When the arousal hits, it is mind-numbing in a way he has never experienced.
[Help Percy out or haul him off to the Bathhouse, the choice is yours. Also happy to do more gen-leaning egg-hunting scenarios.]
Wildcard/Notes
[Find Percy exploring, hunting for eggs, or possibly at the spa - feel free to throw a wildcard my way. I'm absolutely up for doing some mating/breeding kink, but would prefer to take those prompts as they come rather than doing a general start for it.]
Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III | Critical Role | OTA
Though he manages to get his feet under him as he trudges out of the water, he doesn't stay there for long. Percy lands on his hands and knees and coughs up the water he swallowed. The taste of brine coats the inside of his mouth and he tries to summon enough saliva to spit in an attempt to clear it. A wave hits him from behind, nearly sending him down again. With some determination, he gets further on shore and flops onto his back as he tries to catch his breath.
What the hell was that?
He doesn't have much time to contemplate his current state - or how he got here - before a shadow falls over him. He whips away, rolling to get his knees under him, then his feet. His sidearm is likely far too waterlogged to work, but rapiers work fine wet. He draws it, holding it ready despite the fact that every muscle feels like it's shaking and his glasses are--somewhere. He's lost them in the sand.
The automatons don't seem immediately threatening. One even has a towel, though at this point that seems rather insufficient.
All the quick movements make his stomach roll again and Percy is suddenly aware that he has not quite gotten rid of all the seawater. Hopefully his grimace looks more like a threat than nausea.
"That is quite close enough."
It is about then that he notices there are other people on the beach, possibly watching this overdramatic display. He lowers his arm slowly, though he does not put the sword away. Then he sighs.
"Fine, give me the towel. And watch where you step."
Season of Eggcellence
He is quite familiar with Renewal Festivals, though he cannot recall quite so many eggs.
It's the snowdrops that make him stop.
Percy catches sight of the familiar white flowers and drifts toward the booth offering them. They are not quite as impressive as some of the other blooms, but they are--far more meaningful. He tells himself that it is ridiculous to assign further meaning to them beyond their appearance as early spring flowers, but. They will always mean something to him.
He leaves the booth with a sprig of the white flowers pinned to his coat.
Some time later, he happens upon the robots selling art. Well, it's appropriate to the season, isn't it? This seems like the kind of thing Scanlan and Grog would immediately drift toward. And he's content to walk past it until he recognizes--himself. And his wife.
"No, absolutely not."
He doesn't have any credit to buy it, nor does he really have anything to barter with, but he very much wants to remove the intimate painting of himself and Vex'ahlia. He even recognizes the damn bed. He is certain this is when they consummated their very private marriage. The shock of it is a blow to his usual sense of decorum and it takes a moment to compose himself. His voice is still tight when he finally addresses the robot running the booth:
"I will give you what you want for the painting, just remove it."
Maybe Vex would laugh. Maybe she would stand by and critique the lighting and style. Maybe Percy could do the same if she were here. But she isn't. Percy is left on his back foot here, not entirely sure how to approach negotiating with something mechanical. But he will absolutely try.
Chocolate Currency
Given his utter lack of useful funds, it seems prudent to earn some credits.
He's gone out egg hunting several times now and is getting better at spotting the colorful rabbits. He might even help someone if they are inclined to ask.
After dropping off his most recent bounty, he walks away from the cafe with one of the eggs still in hand. He's curious now that he knows the are apparently filled with chocolate. He's expecting it might be somewhat bitter, given that it isn't refined, but he's willing to take the chance. Chasing rabbits is hungry work, after all.
Percy isn't expecting the kick that happens. That, perhaps, had not been his best idea. When the arousal hits, it is mind-numbing in a way he has never experienced.
[Help Percy out or haul him off to the Bathhouse, the choice is yours. Also happy to do more gen-leaning egg-hunting scenarios.]
Wildcard/Notes
[Find Percy exploring, hunting for eggs, or possibly at the spa - feel free to throw a wildcard my way. I'm absolutely up for doing some mating/breeding kink, but would prefer to take those prompts as they come rather than doing a general start for it.]