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MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

Welcome, sluts! Feel free to use this post to mingle to your heart's delight for this month's event! Remember to post the outcome of all match-ups HERE on the plotting post! The bracket will be updated as results roll in, so keep an eye on that in the coming days as well.
Happy fucking!
Sirius vs. Yenh
[As much as she is up for the challenge, it is bizarre to think that winter is embodied in a woman (goddess?) who has actual tangible control of the seasons, and that they require very mortal needs to be controlled. Well, it's a nice way to warm up and... get to know people? She guesses???]
[Most importantly, if she can get the Echo back...]
[So here she is in as warm a shack as they get around here, awaiting her challenger as she plots her strategy in front of the fire.]
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The chill itself doesn't bother him so much. He's used to worse winters at Hogwarts, and his Apprentice salary is more than enough to get him a good sweater, cloak, and scarf.
He's cozy enough as he marches to where Yenh told him to meet her, the only chill he feels a little anticipatory tingle up his spine. New friend, new fuckbuddy... he has to make a good impression.
Not always one for manners, he at least remembers to knock.]
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[In a sing-song:] Come in!
[Sirius will be treated to the slight of a woman in her change of clothes from home—a very fashionable mage's coat and accessories, all black—albeit with more feline aspects, such as her casually twitching lion tail, perked ears, and her pointy-toothed smile.]
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And stops.
And stares.]
Woah, are those real? [He means the tail and the ears.] Did the magic here give you those?
[He temporarily forgot all about being sexy.]
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this is ancient and u can ignore it im gomen
Aymeric vs. Egon
This entire situation posed entirely too many problems, yet he saw this as the only answer. He would need to dodge anyone who knew him— at least for now. If he could win this contest and defeat the snow queen, then he would be able to levy the heroism of it against his shame. He had reached the stairs to the inn rooms before his anxiety stopped him. He turned towards the bar, purchased a bottle of wine with haste, then headed to the agreed upon location.
He knocked to announce himself, then tried the knob. He really didn't want to be caught in the hallway here.]
'Tis I, Aymeric.
[he attempted to project his voice through the door without being too loud.]
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[Egon looks up from his glass of bourbon at the locked door, letting out an anxious little sigh and going up to open the door for his equally anxious partner.]
[He'll offer a polite little handshake as he hurriedly lets the younger man in.]
Hello. I'm doctor Egon Spengler.
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[He closes the door behind him, letting out a soft sigh. He smiles all the same, like any good politician]
You need only call me Ser Ay- Just Aymeric. Forgive me, I'm not this sort of man. Few address me without title.
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whoops I realized Egon is 29
oops! its ok, aymeric is good as the sexy older man too
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Remus vs Éowyn
And yet—maybe, just maybe, he's taking the opportunity for what it is. He's a hot-blooded teenage boy, after all, grown wizard or no, and this is an excuse to delve once more into the world of sex. The first time was more than enough to convince him that he likes it. It's just that he's been paired up with Éowyn, who seems very nice and with whom he's formed a friendship that he'd very much not like to fuck up. He's already skirted around temptation once, but this is a much more cut and dry situation.
At least, at the very least, they don't have to do this in public. That's his one comfort. If he embarrasses himself, only the two of them need to know about it.
Remus steels himself, and opens the door to his chamber. Much more secluded than the guards' barracks, after all. He gives his partner for the day what he hopes is an ingratiating smile.]
Come on in. Hope you're doing okay. Is there anything I can get you? Tea? Biscuits?
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[But one thing's for sure. She did sign up, and that, to her mind, is a promise made, a challenge answered. She can't go back on it now.]
[When Remus answers the door, she draws herself up to her full height, breathing in long and slow to steady herself, and gives him a slightly wary smile. If she's going to do this, then she can at least think of plenty worse people to do it with.]
No. No, I am... I am quite all right.
[She clears her throat, nudging the door closed behind her, and crosses her arms a little self-consciously over her breasts.]
You look well.
[HOW DO FLIRT? More importantly, HOW DO SEGUE SMOOTHLY INTO FUCK-TIME?]
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[Remus's smile grows a little more relaxed, and he secures the door and steps back to do a quick sweep of the room. It's neat and tidy, with a few borrowed tomes stacked on the writing desk, the bed freshly made, and a few personal touches here and there—a soft rag rug in the center of the room, a few sketches of local fauna affixed to the walls.]
Oh—thanks. [He gestures at her politely.] So do you. Are you, ah. Have you—
[Another gesture. What's the polite way to ask someone if they're still a virgin? He's pretty sure there's not one.]
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Alisha vs John
And, well, John isn't her ideal match-up, exactly, but he's not bad to look at, and he's nice and polite, which is more than she can say for some of the people around here. So she invites him to her crummy little shack, which she's managed to make slightly less crummy just by virtue of cleaning it and laying down a few strategically-placed rugs. She decides to wear something that's easy to get out of, so when John arrives he'll find that he's greeted by Alisha, wearing an alarmingly tiny bathrobe.]
Hiya. You ready to do this?
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[ John doesn't see fit to dress up too fancy, so when he shows up, it's in an unremarkably simple shirt-slack-coat combination and heavy boots, that leaves plenty to the imagination.
He instinctively tries to hide that he gawks at her initially, despite the fact that it's half the point of him coming here. Why did he sign up for this again? Oh yeah, his fellow guards blackmailed him into it. Right. Welp. He's not so keen on the unseasonable cold, and he can see that his fellow foreigners are suffering for it, so it's probably for the best. ]
I like your shack? It's nice.
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For real? Like, you still a virgin or summat?
[Why is she suddenly like, the devirginizer?]
Not that there's anything wrong with it if you are. Just wanna know what I'm workin' with, yeah?
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Éowyn vs. Kaphlar
[On the other hand, Kaphlar?]
[If Remus was the man she was glad to be paired with, it pales in comparison to how much she does not want to be paired with that arrogant, rude, self-centred asshole. She'd much rather punch him in the face, frankly, and she's quite tempted to if things go south.]
[But if she has to lie with him, she's going to do it on her terms. In this case, that means showing up at his door in the early hours of the morning, barging in without knocking, and standing there with her arms folded.]
I understand a challenge was set. Do you plan to meet it?
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... Jesus. [He sits up, throwing his blankets aside. Looks like he sleeps shirtless, even with the cold.] Give me a minute.
[He vigorously rubs his face before slipping his legs out from under the blankets as well - oh, looks like he sleeps in boxer shorts, actually - then he turns, gets up and runs a hand through his hair.]
... Looks like you're pretty eager after all, huh?
[The small grin on his face still looks sleepy, but if the attitude is coming in, that's a sure sign he's waking up.]
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Eager to have done with this foolishness. I have other duties to attend to.
[She's not moving towards him, though. Not just yet. Instead, she regards him carefully, waiting to see if he'll move first. This feels, already, like a fight. She may as well treat it as one, if she's not going to lose her advantage.]
[There's a lithe kind of tautness to how she's standing, despite the apparently casual stance. She's ready, even if she's not entirely sure what she's ready for yet.]
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Egon vs. Yenh
[He wasn't at all repulsed by this, it just wasn't really his thing. He was still determined to give it his all- winning was the object here.]
[Egon has reserved them a hotel room and set up a time, having brought with him anything necessary- including a nice bottle of champagne- and let Yehn know where he would be.]
[This time the good doctor spengler has also thought to put a little more effort into his first impression. Mostly in that he's sprawled across the very warm, well made up bed with freshly poured glasses of champagne and a few of his buttons already undone.]
[It's an honest effort, showing as much interest as he can bare in the partner he's waiting for.]
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[She is, privately, relieved that he is both handsome and of actual adult years. If she had to deal with another opponent barely out of their youth, she was going to feel like she had stolen the contest along (with the innocence of too-many young men).]
Egon Spengler, I presume?
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[He fears he may well do that. The man sat up, unable to keep his eyes off of the ears and tail but offering a glass and nodding.]
Yes. Yenh Quryoja?
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Alisha vs. Éowyn
She's sitting outside her little shack having a smoke of some kind of crude weird cigarette she managed to finagle off a merchant, waiting for her next match up and praying it's not going to be some kind of crazy uptight girl who thinks people like Alisha are going straight to hell. All she wants is a nice chill shag and they can go on their way, right?
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[Which is to say, nobody's ever really introduced Éowyn to the idea of lesbians, and she has absolutely no idea how this can possibly work.]
[She takes a deep breath, drawing herself to her full (considerable) height, and tosses her hair back over her shoulder as she approaches.]
...Would you be Alisha?
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Alisha can't help but stare up at her next contender in awe; she only stands at five feet and an inch herself, and she's used to guys being taller than her, but this chick...
Well. Alisha's fine with this. She grins, stubs out her cigarette, and gives a little wave.]
That's me. Hiya.
[She arches a brow, looking Éowyn over for a moment. Appraising her.]
You ever done it with a girl before?
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Yenh vs Alisha
[One more round... and finally, at last, it's against another woman. She would never consider herself nervous over a contest—she thrives on competition, really—but Yenh, in this case, is eager to impress as well as to win.]
[Which is why she took extra time to very carefully launder and perfume her change of clothes from back home, made sure her hair and fur were On Point, and stood waiting at the warm inn room's door. When she hears footsteps approaching, she throws open the door in welcome. The past two times were mildly-startled staff just passing through, but maybe this time...]
Greetings! Are you Alisha?
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Hiya. That's me.
[Alright, well, at least it seems like Alisha's not going to have to talk her into this or anything. She's been doing an awful lot of that, it seems.]
Can I come in...?
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But of course!
[She gently closes the door after her, and at once sets about pouring them both a little drink of wine. It is nothing fancy at all—she cannot afford anything except what she can "borrow" from her guard friends—but it adds a touch of class. Her tail twitches at the tip, the well-groomed lion puff adding a tiny bit of drag to the motion.]
I'm Yenh, as you've no doubt gathered. Do make yourself comfortable.
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