the cigarette prompt — [ look, addicts gotta addict, alright? but especially more so after his darling (derogatory) retainer patiently and then not-so-patiently explained that the habit is extremely frowned upon within lady pheme's court, so now it's a matter of principle, y'know? badou's way of sticking it to the man, while also scratching the kind of unrelenting itch only an unhealthy addiction can give. he's multitasking.
or rather, he would be multitasking, if he could actually get his hands on a smoke. turns out, his oh so helpful (derogatory) retainer squirreled away the pack he'd come along with, along with the clothes on his back, so now he's not only cranky, he's cranky wearing a green velvet gown that's just all kinds of unflattering when paired with his hair. it's indignity after indignity!
( a ) that's why he's a little snappish when he hails you down wherever around the common area of the grand crescent you happen to be, flapping delicately gloved hand like you're a cab and he's got somewhere to be two hours ago. ]
Hey. Hey. You smoke? You got a smoke? You packing or what?
[ ( b )or, maybe you happen to catch him in the middle of a tantrum disagreement with his retainer. he's doing his best to blitz through the halls of the grand crescent, short of flat out running (goddamned dress limiting his goddamned mobility). his retainer, despite being an entire foot shorter, is somehow managing to keep up. ]
I already told ya I don't wanna hear it, Marjorie!
[ his retainer, smiling so wide and pleasantly it's definitely verging on thoughts of homicide, patiently reminds him: Once again, sir, it's Marianne. ]
Bite me, Madeline!
welcome drinks( cw: alcohol )
the merry prompt — [ whether or not badou finally got that hit of nicotine he'd been craving for apparently has no bearing on his demeanor during pheme's party. apparently vices can be pretty interchangeable, at least in this particular case, because after just one glass of that funny little green drink? badou's having the time of his life. hell yeah you can find him fully giving into the euphoria the drink offers, merrily mingling with fellow tonners (tonnees? tontons? somebody workshop this) and shaking his ass like he actually knows how. what's not to be happy about, huh? he's got a fancy new digs, free food, a super rich and generous (?) benefactor, a dress that provides a nice little breeze between his legs and makes his ass look amazing, and a bunch of new friends! that includes you, yes you! ]
I FUCKIN' LOVE IT HERE!
the greenhouse effect
the miserable prompt — I FUCKIN' HATE IT HERE!
[ smashcut to an hour or so later, after badou has been successfully lured into the palm house, sweating bullets in his green velvet dress that no longer feels quite as liberating as it once had. the effects of the drink gone from his system, his long hair matting to his face and his neck and kicking impotently at a nearby tree's gnarled roots because he has no other outlet for his anger right now, it's fine, it's fine. ]
network
the cigarette prompt (REDUX) — un: NAILS
who do i gotta blow to get some cigs around here? serious answers only
etc
( feel free to wildcard me or reach out via pm if you'd like to do any of the other prompts on the tdm! also open to doing any of the other prompts but by god this tl was already getting too long 😭 so lmk if you want a specific starter for the others and we can work something out! )
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or rather, he would be multitasking, if he could actually get his hands on a smoke. turns out, his oh so helpful (derogatory) retainer squirreled away the pack he'd come along with, along with the clothes on his back, so now he's not only cranky, he's cranky wearing a green velvet gown that's just all kinds of unflattering when paired with his hair. it's indignity after indignity!
( a ) that's why he's a little snappish when he hails you down wherever around the common area of the grand crescent you happen to be, flapping delicately gloved hand like you're a cab and he's got somewhere to be two hours ago. ]
Hey. Hey. You smoke? You got a smoke? You packing or what?
[ ( b ) or, maybe you happen to catch him in the middle of a
tantrumdisagreement with his retainer. he's doing his best to blitz through the halls of the grand crescent, short of flat out running (goddamned dress limiting his goddamned mobility). his retainer, despite being an entire foot shorter, is somehow managing to keep up. ]I already told ya I don't wanna hear it, Marjorie!
[ his retainer, smiling so wide and pleasantly it's definitely verging on thoughts of homicide, patiently reminds him: Once again, sir, it's Marianne. ]
Bite me, Madeline!
welcome drinks ( cw: alcohol )
I FUCKIN' LOVE IT HERE!
the greenhouse effect
[ smashcut to an hour or so later, after badou has been successfully lured into the palm house, sweating bullets in his green velvet dress that no longer feels quite as liberating as it once had. the effects of the drink gone from his system, his long hair matting to his face and his neck and kicking impotently at a nearby tree's gnarled roots because he has no other outlet for his anger right now, it's fine, it's fine. ]
network
who do i gotta blow to get some cigs around here?
serious answers only
etc