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eastbound2022-12-14 12:28 am
bravelyrunsaway) wrote in eastbound2022-12-14 12:28 am
@mansbane | audio | december 15th
Hahaha... ha... ha... loves, I hate being a bother, but I'm in a bit of a situation.
( there's a pause, and some strained breathing; also sounding a little like he's talking in a closed space. )
The, er, enthusiastic party of young women? Have locked me into a chest. And are refusing to let me out.
( he's a werewolf, he's more than strong enough to get out, right! he clears his throat. )
I'm also tied up. Just got the gag out now.
( there's a pause, and some strained breathing; also sounding a little like he's talking in a closed space. )
The, er, enthusiastic party of young women? Have locked me into a chest. And are refusing to let me out.
( he's a werewolf, he's more than strong enough to get out, right! he clears his throat. )
I'm also tied up. Just got the gag out now.
no subject
( this is also casual, but also isn't a no. just a don't leave him hanging! or tied and trussed. )
no subject
Well, I was thinking we'd take the whole chest and swap it out for an identical chest, only that chest would have a skeleton inside, so when they finally got around to letting you go, they open it up and learn a valuable lesson about the transient nature of life and so forth.
[ A pause. ] But sure, we can do it your way. Are you, uh—should I bring a robe or something?
no subject
he hates that thought. oh, how he hates that thought. )
Only if you mind nudity.
( he says, on the end of the amused sounding huff. )
-- > action
But enough hypotheticals, time to get practical. ] It's snowing. [ He points out, flapping an arm at the window. ] Okay, well. Your junk, your call. I guess.
[ Jimmy's not the kind of maniac who just has a knife on hand, let alone some kind of trunk-bashing implement. So it's nearing the ten-minute mark when the bachelorette party's merriment abruptly turns to silence, then drunken chaos: shrieks, squabbling, clinking bottles and stumbling. Some of the women are alarmed; others seem to find this turn of events hilarious.
Once everyone's cleared out, there's the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, followed by some inexpert prying at the chest's lid—so far only successful enough to admit a small wedge of light. ] You in there, buddy? [ Jimmy's voice is hushed, tight with exertion. ]
dives back in, please feel free to ignore!
To my lasting regret, yes. While I'm all for playing with binding, this is not the same thing!
( bondage play = good. abduction and leaving someone tied in a chest = bad. who knew? (most everyone knew.) )
They shoved me in sideways, I can't get my legs up to help, but if you give me a moment...
( commence him grunting as he tries to shift around in the tight confines so he can get... nope, still too wedged. which is part of the problem: if he could brace himself, he'd have been able to get out. )
... They didn't do something useful like leave an axe in the room, did they?
you can't be rid of me that easily
[ He shuts up. They really, really need to get this over with fast. Maybe the bridal party'll get distracted by something—another scantly-clad male, a ghost, a lamp—on the way back, but there's no counting on it. Jimmy redoubles his efforts, resulting in scraping noises (from the chest), groans (from Jimmy), and yes, the lid being pried up a few more inches. Probably enough for Licyn to glimpse the outside world. ]
Okay, okay. [ Jimmy sounds encouraging, almost triumphant. ] Don't dislocate anything, we're gonna get you out of here in no—oh. Ohhhhhhh [ there's a little bit of a crescendo as the lid starts to dip ] shit!
[ And with that, the trunk slams closed again. ]
let us attempt to escape a chest
( For the wood and all. Or it might be a statement on his feelings about solidified commitment )
Knew a courtesan once who could dislocate near any limb, and pop them back in again. Remarkable woman. She told the most fascinating stor—
( the lid slaps shut. )
...ies.
( he sighs, and resumes attempting to brace himself enough to change position and put pressure up.
... by the time he manages it, Jimmy likely will be back on trying to open the chest. which may now unhelpfully pull open much more easily than it had prior, with a very naked, bound man half curled into an awkward rise with it. )
I'd like to register several complaints about this not as fun as it could be naked evening, will anyone take them, do you think?
they'll sing songs of our bravery
But Jimmy, being Jimmy, shakes out his hand and grimly gets back to it, muttering: ] Maybe we—should try—reverse psychology.
[ He's just thinking to himself how much easier this is going (maybe taking out his frustrations on the chest dislodged something?) when the lock pops loose and the lid swings almost violently open. Jimmy sways, then just gives in and tumbles back on his ass, the ice skate he'd been using to pry open the chest clattering to the floor. ]
Oh. Hey! [ No time to admire this no-doubt-impressive specimen of manhood: Jimmy picks up the skate and rushes to Licyn's side, reaching for a shoulder to steady him. ] Welcome back. Here, uh, give me your hands. [ So he can saw through the bindings with this skate. What could go wrong? ]
If I were running things? I'd tell you that was the Houdini Suite and charge you double. [ Which would still...come out to nothing...but details. ]
in taverns where everyone is very, very drunk
( What in the world is psychology or its reverse or what is that, some social interaction? Not that he listens to an answer, if one comes; when the lid gives under Jimmy's knife-shoe attention and his own painful attempts to add leverage, he scrapes himself up to lean a shoulder on the lip of the chest. Then leans himself forward, so Jimmy has access to the hands behind his back, skin warm under Jimmy's hand where it rests at his shoulder. )
Would you now? Then you're exactly the sort of person we need negotiating the contracts we don't have.
( He says, and notes that response, because it both amuses him and is interesting. As the one who's argued, manipulated, and otherwise been in charge of his own contracts for himself and his packmate, he appreciates taking a lighting-struck turn of events and spinning it to an advantage that cost someone else.
Once his hands are free, he'll waste no time rubbing his wrists, and instead seat himself on the lip of the chest, then reach down and casually tear the rope from his ankles. What the manner of his being stuffed in a chest had done to restrict his strength might become... somewhat more apparent. )
We're out the window then, are we?