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[video/text] 'cause it's too darn hot

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Do the mirrors seem different to anyone?

[In a vain attempt to mask the overwhelming desires that have been growing steadily since yesterday, Evelyn broaches a keg of intellectual intercourse in the hopes that it might distract from most impure thoughts.

Impure used loosely, as there is nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to carnal pleasures, but the subject is certainly inappropriate in polite conversation, and for some odd reason it's all her mind appears to be fixated on. Try as she might, Evie finds it difficult to divert herself without addressing the Wonderland public.

So here she is, sitting in one of the curious rooms with the questionable decor, less bothered by the bloodstains on the walls than she ought to be, begging for a mental deterrent...]

[PRIVATE TEXT TO PHILIP]

Darling, I need your advice.

[...or perhaps succumbing to those peculiar voices extolling the virtues of physicality.]

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[ Philip is used to ignoring the voice in his head.

He ignores it when it mocks him for being miserable and alone, because his friends are gone forever and it's only a matter of time before Evelyn joins them, and he keeps ignoring it when it whispers what a wonderful idea it would be to use the time they have left to tear off Evie's clothes, not caring who watches when he fucks her against the nearest surface.

Presently he's standing in the hallway of their newest mansion redesign, absent-mindedly whistling the chorus of Starship's Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now while examining the stock of a very peculiar vending machine. ]

About what?

[Conversely, Evelyn is unfamiliar with being in possession of headvoices, so when said headvoices offhandedly observe how nice it would be to try something out, she mistakes the observation for her own thoughts.

It's not her fault, really.]

I've got a new outfit on and I want your opinion.

[ The message arrives the second Philip's eyes fall on a rather interesting item set in the vending machine and one Be right there. later Philip is on his way.

...Stopping only when he realises just how fast he is walking. ]

Christ, what am I thinking?

[ he mutters to himself and shakes his head. No wonder with all the bloody decor here though. Bloody decor and decor that actually appears to be smeared with blood. Odd, usually Wonderland is at least a little more subtle with its-- ah, there he is.

A deep breath and Philip enters their room. ]

...Evie?

[Philip, if you wanted to play horse, all you had to do was ask.

Love hotels aren't all that easy to find in the early nineteen-hundreds. Not going by that name, anyway. They tend to be little more than brothels. While Evie finds the round beds rather curious, she doesn't exactly equate them with midnight rendezvous.]

Hello.

[Evelyn smiles coyly, perched on the stool in front of the room's mirrored vanity. She smoothes the fabric of her robe over the...ah...new outfit and crosses her legs.]

[ Horseplay is one character over; Philip would never-- ]

Hello.

[ Oh.

Love hotels are easy enough to find in the early twenty-first century, at least if you're interested in looking. Philip never was, but taking a fairly accurate stab at the nature of this particular mansion seemed rather easy to him all the same.

...Which makes it all the more surprising to see Evie apparently readily playing along with the theme. A moment jaded by Philip's suspicion of anything that stems from Wonderland's suggestions, no matter how... appealing the suggestion might be. ]

Your new outfit?

[ A small nod towards her. As if it needed clarification. But it really is a terribly appealing suggestion... ]

[Philip appears vaguely suspect, a sentiment that Evelyn is not at all surprised to see. Admittedly, she doesn't often choose to mix it up in the lingerie department, but surprises are surprises and she thought it would be a nice one.]

Do you not like it?

[True, she hasn't worn a corset in bloody ages, not since they really went out of fashion, but Evie always rather liked how they went with her dresses at her parents' parties: straight-backed and form-fitting, much more flattering to the female figure than these new bandeau tops everyone is wearing in the jazz clubs.]

[ A somewhat incredulous laugh escapes Philip, because... ]

That's, uh... no, that's not what I meant.

[ ...that's not what he meant at all.

And potentially peculiar event or not he would hate to give off that impression for one second longer, so he caves just a little further to the voices and does exactly what's been on his mind from the very moment he saw Evie like that. ]

It's getting cold. If we're going out you might need another layer,

[ he begins and sits down behind Evie, his thoughtful consideration perhaps not as thoughtful or serious as the deadpan delivery suggests. ]

But if you thought about staying in...

[ If you really thought about playing along with the event...

His fingers wander around her sides, entwining in front of her stomach. He places a kiss on her shoulder. ]

In my defence, this is the only thing the closets would give me,

[Evelyn sniffs imperiously, managing to sound hoity-toity in nothing but her undergarments. No matter how much she'd like to go outside, the doors in the foyer have been locked since the beginning of this event and the Mansion won't allow her any of her usual baggy sweaters.

Her fingers play over his hands briefly, and Evie turns to look at Philip over her shoulder.]

Perhaps, [comes the quiet suggestion,] If we are to stay in, we ought to ensure privacy.

[She punctuates the last word with a not-so-subtle squeeze of his thigh.]

[ How can we really ensure privacy in Wonderland, especially with all those mirrors everywhere? Did you see the strange ones, the ones that don't show you anything at all? What do you suppose that means? And what about the blood on the walls? I know what you must be thinking about, but is it dangerous? This is obviously a set-up for something, are you sure it's worth the risk?

Somewhere in the back of his mind those questions play in a loop, over and over again, desperately hoping to be heard. Somewhere in the front another thought drowns them out effortlessly and completely.

Shhhh, just enjoy yourself... ]

Well, if you're sure we won't be entertaining guests--

[ Then Philip might have to let his hands wander lightly up her chest as he stands up. Then he might have to fetch that key and lock the door.

Then they might have to entertain each other. ]

Edited 2012-10-07 03:32 (UTC)

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