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It is a Rare Vintage... [Complete]
Who: The Marquis, Jack Harkness
Where Fifth Floor, Room 25 -- The Marquis' Room
When: Mid-Afternoon
Rating: PG -- with potential for escalation. Will Edit if so!
Summary: "Care for a splash of wine, Captain?"
the Story: From outside, a difference from the makeup of the rest of the floor was already evident in the heavy wooden door that stood there, with sliding iron grates both at eye level and down closer to the floor. Missing the heavy locks only, it almost resembled the portal to an ancient cell, taken from some dreary dungeon of yesteryear. A knock and entering brought the onlooker into a room with stone walls arching up to the ceiling. Each wave seemed to join with others at singular points in the roof, folding together as petals of a mason flower. The room, itself, stood positively stuffed; the walls adorned with paintings and sketches (some of an alluring context) of all various sorts, statues of a similar taste, shelves stuffed with aged books, so many that they've had to be stacked horizontally, and all manner of strange figurines -- some notably are carved phalli, made of various stones and even glass, others are busts -- full figures -- all of a sexual nature. A four-poster, curtained bed lay in the subchamber beyond, lying open -- notably hung on the wall at the head is what appears to be a complete human ribcage and spinal cord. In the front room there are desks, with many quills lying about, sheafs of paper, pots of ink, and near the bookshelves lies a very lavishly built chair for relaxing that has seen better days, and a footstool that appears to be made of human bones.
The chair, accompanied by a chaise, lay situated near a fireplace that dominated part of the northern wall. A small table stood between the two of them, upon which lay two crystal goblets and a decanter of wine. It was there that the Marquis de Sade stood. Even as an inmate he had been the best of gentlemen toward his guests, and now was no different -- though this was really what? Only the second or third guest he'd taken since his arrival. With all hope this one would be staying longer than the rest as well.
"Welcome, Captain," he said smoothly. In a gesture of fellowship, he motioned toward the chaise, then set to serving a drink for the two of them. "Do make yourself comfortable."
Where Fifth Floor, Room 25 -- The Marquis' Room
When: Mid-Afternoon
Rating: PG -- with potential for escalation. Will Edit if so!
Summary: "Care for a splash of wine, Captain?"
the Story: From outside, a difference from the makeup of the rest of the floor was already evident in the heavy wooden door that stood there, with sliding iron grates both at eye level and down closer to the floor. Missing the heavy locks only, it almost resembled the portal to an ancient cell, taken from some dreary dungeon of yesteryear. A knock and entering brought the onlooker into a room with stone walls arching up to the ceiling. Each wave seemed to join with others at singular points in the roof, folding together as petals of a mason flower. The room, itself, stood positively stuffed; the walls adorned with paintings and sketches (some of an alluring context) of all various sorts, statues of a similar taste, shelves stuffed with aged books, so many that they've had to be stacked horizontally, and all manner of strange figurines -- some notably are carved phalli, made of various stones and even glass, others are busts -- full figures -- all of a sexual nature. A four-poster, curtained bed lay in the subchamber beyond, lying open -- notably hung on the wall at the head is what appears to be a complete human ribcage and spinal cord. In the front room there are desks, with many quills lying about, sheafs of paper, pots of ink, and near the bookshelves lies a very lavishly built chair for relaxing that has seen better days, and a footstool that appears to be made of human bones.
The chair, accompanied by a chaise, lay situated near a fireplace that dominated part of the northern wall. A small table stood between the two of them, upon which lay two crystal goblets and a decanter of wine. It was there that the Marquis de Sade stood. Even as an inmate he had been the best of gentlemen toward his guests, and now was no different -- though this was really what? Only the second or third guest he'd taken since his arrival. With all hope this one would be staying longer than the rest as well.
"Welcome, Captain," he said smoothly. In a gesture of fellowship, he motioned toward the chaise, then set to serving a drink for the two of them. "Do make yourself comfortable."
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His voice dropped, as he continued. "And I don't think you need me to be unfamiliar for things to work in your favor."
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But then he froze. He did not move, tried to speak though nothing came. For once, his usual quick wit had failed him.
...He was ridiculously out of practice.
The Marquis shook his head to clear it. "You are certain of that?" he asked, some of the control coming back into his voice. He tilted his head to the side in an inquiring manner, attempting to regain some of that earlier confidence, some of what he'd built up before the man arrived. "The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable," he rationalized, though in the back of his mind he added, a little triumphantly the more resounding his success! He dared not trust that last part just yet, however.
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Jack couldn't help but frown slightly at the Marquis' words. The confidence that had been there only moments before seemed to have gone almost completely. And though Jack wasn't about to say anything on the subject, his rationalization was something Jack hoped was far from true.
"I wouldn't still be here if I wasn't certain," he pointed out.
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"Well," he said, some of that familiar, predatory gleam returning to his eyes, "If that is the case, then come here."