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Text; un: eyeofzaun

[conflictresolution]

Who is Henry the Sixth?

[incorrigibles]

oh, bloody hell

uh. a king of england? pretty sure he was from the... wait, what the fuck was it again. lancaster? yeah, lancaster versus york, i reckon it was

anyway, he was the king until he wasn't



i have a hunch why you're asking but tell me anyway

[conflictresolution]

[Almost none of those words and titles mean anything to him. They were probably important, especially to Richard.]

Is everyone back then the King of something?

The Duke made mention that this man killed a family member of his, and he seemed quite bothered by that. Called the man the mad king, which is a rather interesting assertion. I wanted to know more about this man.

surprise text during the ai network debacle

[coolerjunpei]

[For all kinds of reasons, Junpei is not fucking engaging with whatever the arguments are on the network about the AI's request. He just won't; he is tired of ethical murder arguments and he is sick of being involved in world-altering bullshit. But he's vaguely looking, a little bit, and curtailing his worst instincts to start internet fights in Charles' defense by sending him a little message instead:]

hey, you good?

[Are they in the same room with Gab right now? Very possible.]

[incorrigibles]

[ if this was anyone else asking, anyone else, his response would be an easy, instant "i'm fine". but it's not anyone else, is it, and so charles (who, on the side of trying to speak for the dead people in aldrip, has also been throwing a ball for gab — and then, after gab soon lost interest in it, has continued to throw it against the wall with increasing force) answers with, ]

not really

can't decide whether i'm fucking tired or fucking angry

[coolerjunpei]

[Yeah, the walls are getting a little upset— No, but Gab's lack of interest in the ball is now Gab's interest in taking a nap on Junpei's legs, so while he's stuck here, there's not much else to do but watch Charles get increasingly more frustrated. All things considered, he's not a fan! And yet internet slap fights (or, to be honest, just posting "hey fuck you" over and over at a bunch of people) are not the way.]

you can be 2 things. i would be if people kept giving me big corny speeches.

text; (very shortly after reset)

[orphne]

Do you like sheep?? Come to the farm!!

[incorrigibles]

[ his answering text doesn't come immediately, he's too busy having Gay Feelings, but — a little delayed, ]

uh... i guess i do? haven't really thought about my opinion of sheep, but the baby ones are pretty cute.

when d'you want me there?

text

[opheliac]

hey chuck.
since ure part of the INX, its only fair that i should keep u up to speed, what we've been doing and accomplishing so far as a nation.

besides me, ur other member is fandaniel. hes a magic user who talks funny, so if u havent made urself acquainted yet, be sure to do that.

so far, ive been traveling around aldrip to make sure everyone has supplies and have whatever they need since this whole wack reset. if everything is going according to schedule, we'll be getting fresh meat soon. if ure going to be out and if u see any, be sure to help them out.

theyre going to be confused, scared, and junk so its up to us to make sure theyre settling in ok. im stinking rich so ill give u and fanny a sack of coins to hand out to them to get them started. show them where they can get food and answer whatever questions their little thought brains can come up with.

we are an alliance with richard's group, but that rotten two-timing nobody decided to stab me, so ill be holding another vote on what we should do about him moving forward.

any questions?

[incorrigibles]

hey, boss

fandaniel, huh? no, don't know him, but i'll make sure to talk to him.

right, so, recap: when new people come in, give them coins and help them out. i mean, i was gonna do that anyway, minus the coins part, so... it's all good.

[ and it is all good, up until this point!! except then he reads the next line, and then stops. reads it again. stops. reads it again — ]

wait, richard did what???

oh bloody hell

yeah, i've got a question: are you okay, jinx?

and another thing,

[coolerjunpei]

[It's been a minute since his initial confession, and Junpei finds himself reflecting on, like... having a boyfriend more often than he probably needs to, especially when Charles isn't there in the room with him. He's happier now than he can ever remember being, and that's amazing, Charles is amazing, and most of Junpei's little reflective moments just wind up like that, circling around how incredible Charles is and settling on "having a boyfriend is pretty cool, actually."

It's nuanced. He thinks too about how their, what would he even call it, couple behavior? The way they do things now?—isn't really that different from how they did things before, except they kiss a lot more these days. That's kind of embarrassing in a pleasant way, if there is such a thing, a way that makes him blush every time he thinks it no matter how many times he does. But speaking of how they did things before, his fake-birthday... It's on his mind since it came up talking to Mikey, and he remembers May-which-is-October-now-if-you-count, and, well!

It's October!! He comes up with a plan that Aldrip itself seems on board with him about, if the pile of records that show up in his house one day is any indication, and so on this particular October day, whenever Charles returns from being cute at the farm or whatever he's up to, Junpei has stuck a note to the wall in line of sight of Charles' mirror, so it can't be missed:]

Hey! Meet me here ASAP [—And with an arrow drawn to what appears to be a hand-drawn map of a couple familiar streets, with a star drawn on the space representing a park in the city. It's the one from that day back then, when they hugged on the bench in the most platonic way ever—for the sentimentality of it, and because it's out of the way of the big festival thing, so pissy locals in costumes won't give them much of a hard time.

In the park, Junpei is presently battling a blanket, trying to shake it out to lay flat against the persistent harassment of the light afternoon breeze. There is a square thing in the grass nearby, wrapped in a lumpy fashion, almost as if he couldn't find a box to put this mostly-square object in, which, well. Yeah. But he did find a comically large red ribbon bow to stick on top of it, so he's got that going for him.]

holds out my hands

[incorrigibles]

[ now, it isn't that charles had been unhappy before — for most of his afterlife, he'd spent in a status quo that had been plenty fine for him, and he'd been content with all of it; and only after crystal and port townsend had shaken that status quo apart completely had he actually faced the fact that, yeah, alright, he'd been relatively okay but he could also be happier.

and it wasn't until meeting junpei that he actually realised what that happier could look like — and since the reset and them pouring out their feelings in the middle of a sidewalk of all things, he truly felt it, too. there's not one moment he takes for granted between them; every single time he so much as looks at junpei he's bowled over by how much he loves him, how precious he is to him, how grateful he is to have this.

and if he spends a significant chunk of the time he spends not with junpei still thinking of him, well! surely he can be excused. which may be part of the reason he's a little early, getting back home — it's one of the days when junpei isn't actually working during the day, which makes charles being away from him, hm, inexcusable? at least in his eyes.

what he doesn't expect to see is a note waiting for him, along with an actual map... and though he's pretty sure that if it was something really dire, junpei would have sent him a text, it does say asap. he only stays for long enough to give gab a few treats to make up for his short stay, and then he's off; and he doesn't realise which park it is until he's nearly there, and the memory makes him smile.

the sight of junpei, fighting against a blanket, makes him smile even wider. ]

Need a hand? [ he sort of ignores everything else in the vicinity in favour of grinning brightly at his boyfriend — his tone is decidedly amused, and yet the way he looks at junpei is like he's the best sight he's seen all day. ]

[computation]

charles please don't return to your apartment in the next 24 hours

xoxo
root

[incorrigibles]

ok first of all i'm pretty sure it's our apartment at this point

and second of all

SPILL

text | un: plantogetit

[traumaticus]

[what is this? an actual text message from richard instead of hand written letter!]

dear charles,
i require your presence at the inn. please drop by whenever it is most convenient for you.
signed,
richard plantagenet.

[incorrigibles]

[ hell must have frozen over.... ]

uh, hi, your grace. sure, i'll swing by as soon as i can.

[ and true to his word, he does — it's during the day that he walks through the door to the inn, looking around to see whether richard is there somewhere; if not, he'll send him a quick here now to let him know he's arrived. ]

text | un: plantogetit

[traumaticus]

i am sure you have noticed it but it is almost christmas, charles. i plan on decorating the church located near the outskirts appropriately and would like your assistance on it.

[incorrigibles]

[ the church? oh, huh. well, he's not particularly religious, has always felt a bit weird since he's a very bad christian and an equally bad hindu, but anyways, ]

Yeah, course. Course I'm gonna help you. What do you want me to do?

[traumaticus]

[It's early in the 25th morning. Most people are still sleeping and the sun is only about to send its first rays to break the darkness of the night sky. But then there is a sudden knock on a door. Huh?! Who could it be! Whenever [insert name] gets to the door, be it immediately or hours late they will find a christmas wreath with white roses placed on their doorstep. There might even be snowy (or wet!) small hoof marks leading away from the present. Hm. I wonder, who indeed did deliver this?

On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]

To Charles Rowland,

My dearest Charles. There are no words that I could use to describe my deep feelings of appreciation for you. The support you have shown to me since our first day means the world to me. You make me proud and nothing makes me happier than to be able to call myself your king. I shall promise to continue protecting and supporting you in return. If there is anything you find yourself needing do not hesitate to speak. I shall grant your wishes the best I can.

I know that your condition prevents you from enjoying a meal, but I still hope to see you at the feast that is going to be held at the inn for the next 12 days. Even if it is just to enjoy from the atmosphere. Our efforts at the church have also come to the completion. I thank for your help there as well. I am certain that God will see you and bless you with his love, as well.

Merry Christmas,

Signed,
Richard III

[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]

[incorrigibles]

( from here )

[ sorry, dress shirts, another time... it will come. for sure.

and it's fine — they can both wing it, because as much as he might pretend otherwise, it's not really like charles knows too much of what he's doing, either... but as long as junpei's kissing him back, showing that he's enjoying this, then that's what matters. and for what it's worth, the squeeze of his legs around his waist, the encouragement of that kiss — yeah, that's pretty smooth, alright. ]

Always, huh? You've been holding out on me.

[ there's some amusement in his low tone; not that, hm, it's all that different for him, really... but speaking of smooth: what is decidedly not smooth is the way his left hand obeys what he's supposed to be doing by reaching for junpei's belt, trying to get it open, except it's definitely not a one-handed operation. and his other hand, well, it strays on the way up his thigh, shifts to the left until he can press his palm against him, cup him through his jeans, as he leans to kiss him again.

give him a minute with the belt.... or two minutes. or three. he'll get there eventually — ]

[coolerjunpei]

Didn't want to be... too much, I guess.

[Something like that. Charles doesn't want to be too pushy, Junpei doesn't want to be too much, they're even. Now that they're here it's not so important, something to talk about later. Junpei shifts his hips to press into Charles' hand and ideally not slide off the edge of this dresser in the process. There's no reason to rush this, and honestly, he's kind of self-conscious about the possibility—what if he messes up and does something completely stupid and gross? What if he bangs his head on the wall or something? The possibilities are many and paralyzing—

The point is, he's more than content to sink into the kiss, blush returning, warm all over— very content to enjoy everything Charles is doing and run his fingers through his hair, and...

And darling, dearest, his poor belt,] Do you— [he doesn't laugh, but he kind of huffs, amused?] Do you want some help?

text; un: QUEENOFZAUN

[opheliac]

hey, chuck. can we talk real quick? now that my head's been screwed on right?

[incorrigibles]

[ oh, that's a new username, but it's the nickname that makes it obvious who this is. ]

what, it wasn't before?

but yeah, sure. course. what do you need?

text | un: plantogetit

[traumaticus]

Dear Charles,
I hope you have been able to stay well and safe during these trying times. I have something I wish to discuss with you.

Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, duke of Gloucester

[incorrigibles]

hey, your grace. thanks, you too.

sure, in person, i'm assuming? where do you wanna meet?