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2016-12-19 10:57 pm
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oom: for Sinric

Ganymede opens the door for Sinric, letting him in to the quiet contained sanctuary of his room, footsteps falling silent on the stone floor.

"You are always welcome here, Sinric. Alone or with me."
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2016-10-04 09:46 pm
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breakfast with gyda - time variable

Early morning in his house was generally quiet and Ganymede loved those moments; he was standing at the kitchen window with his shirt undone and a mug of coffee in hand. Gyda was most likely asleep, and he needed something bitter to wash the taste of overwhelming sugar out of his mouth. To keep himself quiet he and his partner had used a ball gag, unfortunately made out of sugar. Ari--said partner--found a perverse enjoyment in the fact that it made him swallow every five seconds.

But still, it had been a good night. Ganymede was just watching the blue light of predawn change tint and shade to pink, and orange, soon to be white-red. Gyda would be getting ready for school and theoretically Ari would come down at some point for food, or to leave for work.
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2016-09-12 05:46 pm
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oom: hannibal

Ganymede leads Hannibal up to a familiar door, opening it to his room where the water still flows around the perimeter of the flagstones, kneeling to brush his fingers over the pygmy lotus blossoms in the little pond.

"And now that we're here?" he asks, standing and flicking his hair back.
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2016-02-17 11:52 pm
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OOM for [personal profile] i_am_your_host

Ganymede's room is lovely, simply put; it looks very much like a palace, small and contained within the mysteriously-sized walls. The floor is cool flagstone, the walls mirroring the earthy colors, but the furniture and linens and pillows are all bright jeweltones, tossed haphazardly around the space. There are vases of palms in the corners and a quietly musical tiny river flowing around the edges of the room.

"This is it," he says, stepping aside to let Emcee in, sitting on the corner of the bed. "It's...calm," he sighs. "When I need it. Make yourself comfortable, please."
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2015-08-02 10:11 pm
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for [personal profile] thewidewideworld

Ganymede's room is not overly large; his bed is, and it's not a bed designed solely for sleep. Its pillows are soft and jeweltoned, wet-looking to the touch, and plentiful against the expanse of mattress. There's a small chest at the foot of the bed, discreetly locked, and a few lengths of cotton cloth looped around the posts ostensibly for tying limbs to it. On the opposing wall there's a dark television screen, turned off but with a small console below it for discs.

"You can sit if you like," he says. "I just need to get something."
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2015-07-18 05:01 pm
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AU WEEK WRITEUP

The Peerless Scarred are, at their hearts, the cruelest and coldest of their Color. They are the Iron Golds, the highest-born and highest-privileged of the human race, and their role is to rule every other Color with merciless efficacy.

In a world where everyone, form the highest king to the lowest street-sweeper and beggar, is coded according to their Color, from Obsidian to Gold. Obsidians, Reds, Browns, and Pinks are lowColors, the bottom of the caste system; Obsidians are a monstrous race bred only for war, and so Reds are the lowest level one can be born into. They are unskilled workers with short lifespans, suited for brutal environments; Browns are servants in homes and social institutions; Pinks, while beautiful, are trained for physical pleasure. They are chemically castrated and have high suicide rates due to their Cupid's Kiss, the colorMark which gives them constant pain. Violet, Yellow, Blue, Green, Gray, and Orange are the midColors, and only the metallics are the highColors, made up of Silver, Copper, White, and Gold. Golds alone are the rulers, and of the forty million of them there are less than two hundred thousand Peerless Scarred.

The 'world' featured here is actually Mars, which has been terraformed to support life and is thus much like Earth save for the exact geography, and the years are counted entirely differently. Ganymede will be considered powerful, but offColor for his Greek name instead of Roman; however he will carry what looks like a deep blue sash wrapped around his hips. This is in actuality his Razor, a weapon of which use is restricted ENTIRELY to Golds. With a flick of his hand it will turn rigid and sharp enough to cut through anything, even an energy-power pulseShield; in fact it is the only thing that will cut them. Ganymede has two scars; one is the familiar curving set around his right forearm, faded to thin shining lines, and the other is a barely-darker curve around the outside of one eye, resting on the crest of his cheekbone. He will have sigils embedded into the backs of his hands of circles with stylized wings curving up and between the bones of his wrists, and these are not malleable or removable. They are grafted onto his bones, which are themselves stronger, denser than any earth-standard human's, as are his muscles as well as faster reflexes.

He is entirely gold-colored, from a burnished-ivory-tinted color for skin to a rich metallic for his hair and eyes, and he is an ass. Haughty, powerful, intelligent, and arrogant for all of it, he will likely make few friends.
the_cupbearer: (businessman)
2015-07-09 05:57 pm
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oom: for [personal profile] cook_the_rude

Ganymede is already in his room, writing out an itinerary in the leatherbound journal he had earlier, the atlas spread out on the table. His room is cool, brightly colored but with flagstoned flooring and a tiny canal of water running around the perimeter of the two rooms, pooling in a quarter-round container with lilies blooming in it.

The bed is made neatly, with four scarves tied to the posts and the necktie on the mattress.
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2015-05-17 05:43 pm
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for [personal profile] athelstanthescribe and [personal profile] bigarmy_strangepants

The room he keeps in Milliways is simple, but clean-lined with dark wood floors and jeweltoned pillows and rugs on it; it's a large space, a bed big enough to comfortably fit a few people for some...athletic activities with a smaller arched doorway leading to a bathroom. The corner piled with tufted pillows is where Ameera goes to without pause once Ganymede has scratched her ears, shortly followed by the rambunctious puppies.

"If you'd like to, the bathroom is through that door. There are towels there, and I'll find you clothes while Athelstan teaches you how to work the fixtures. I assume you don't need help undoing your braid, or do you?"
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2014-10-14 12:44 pm
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oom: morocco for [personal profile] never_shall_yield

It's not very different, he thinks, each time Ganymede lets the Frenchman wander around his house; Javert will make some comment about how much space he likes to have, he will reply, things will be discussed. He honestly expects this to be no different, though they are here, ostensibly, for a purpose that isn't talking. Ganymede still has his doubts over whether or not that will actually happen, but he's game for most things. He doesn't ordinarily do virgins, so Javert is something of an exception, but he's hardly going to tell the man that.

He enters the house from Milliways through a door in the hallway, just down from his bedroom; the computer is still on, he can hear its fan whirring away as he makes his way to toward it, footsteps quiet on the wood floors. "If you wish to go put your things in the guest room, you may," he says. "I'll be in here."
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2014-08-10 04:16 am
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OOM: for [personal profile] onceaviking

Ganymede's room is comfortable, quiet. The flagstoned floors are cool underfoot and the furnishings are jewel-toned, rich colors and fabrics and always the sound of running water, courtesy of the tiny canal that cuts along the route of the wall, following the angles that separate the sitting area and the bedroom, easily stepped over. The bed is unmade, sheets exposed under the carelessly-tossed pillows whose fabrics make them look wet to touch.

It's a caricature of his bedroom from ages and ages ago, but at times it is comforting. He leads Eric inside, footsteps quiet as Ganymede himself is.
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2014-07-15 05:20 pm
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OOM: Hannibal, Morocco

The house in Essaouira was old. Everything about it was old, but well-kept; it wasn't overly large but did have several rooms, cooled by the clever little steams of running water, laid into the tiled and flagstone-laid floors in mimicry of the Alhambra in Spain, with green palms tucked in their clay pots in the corners. There was also a courtyard, classic in the style of a riad house with a mosaic tiled water fountain, and inlets and apses with colorful pillows tossed in them.

The rest of the city wasn't nearly so lazily decadent, having turned into the thriving seaside city most people imagined of Morocco, especially if they'd never been there.
the_cupbearer: (living in modernity)
2014-07-15 04:59 pm
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OOM: Dorian, Upstairs

It isn't an extensive collection Ganymede has by any means, but there were a few DVDs in his room of...interesting content, of course. And he wasn't in the least ashamed to show them off to Dorian, because he could understand the fascination; he too had been around when photography and video had been still new, the cutting edge of technology.

Then again he could remember when the fastest way to travel was by horse, and if you'd wanted to fly you needed to be a bird. But still he smiled for Dorian once they'd both settled on the couch comfortably, glad the walls were soundproofed. "My apologies if these men aren't your type, but they are mine," he chuckles.
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2014-03-27 12:36 pm
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California II - Part III

Ganymede does eventually come back down to sleep, though it doesn't last long. He barely finds two hours of rest, and he's woken again by dreams--nightmares he doesn't care to even describe to himself. He gives up on sleep relatively easily, pulling on loose trousers and meandering to the kitchen.

He might as well do something productive, and food preparation is usually one of the better ways to dispense with too much energy. Unfortunately, it can also be quite loud.
the_cupbearer: (peace in chaos)
2014-02-07 11:52 pm
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for [personal profile] scarred_grin

It's sunny in Malibu when Loki walks through the door; it streams through the glass doors into his bedroom as he snaps his fingers for the dogs to get off the bed.

"Come on, let's go get sushi," he laughs, picking up his car keys.
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2013-09-17 10:09 am
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OOM: California for [personal profile] never_shall_yield

The door to and from Milliways is, of all places, in a spare linen closet of the house he lives in. It opens to a hallway with cream-colored walls and dark wood floors, dotted here and there with jeweltoned fabric in little frames. It's clear from the first moment that indeed the sea is very close; the sound of waves laving the sand is omnipresent through the open windows and glass doors.

Ameera, one of the dogs--mother to the rest, so also the oldest--is patiently waiting for her master's return in a sunny spot. "Please make yourself comfortable. There are bedrooms spread across the house and you may choose any but the one with an office. I doubt you'd feel comfortable sharing with me."
the_cupbearer: (businessman)
2013-04-20 11:54 pm
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OOM: [personal profile] deadman_pirate and [personal profile] scarred_grin

It's not often he brings business to Milliways, but Ganymede has tonight, with different documents spread around him on the floor by the couch. There's a laptop also, where he's typing numbers into a spreadsheet as he drinks from a wineglass; the liquid it contains is a dark gold and sweet-smelling.

A knock at his door isn't particularly expected, but he can't imagine anyone he doesn't know having his room number here.
the_cupbearer: (princely)
2013-02-08 10:57 pm
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OOM: Armada

He isn't dressed very differently to step through the door to the floating city of ships; dark jeans, the riding boots he finally relented to, and a vibrant blue shirt that's comfortably wrinkled from him wearing it. "Should I take this out?" he asks, turning his head to tug on the tiny earring in one earlobe, a single small pearl on a hoop. "Or are they normal?"

Preparing to actually go to a city so very different from his own, or any he's been to, illustrates how strange it will probably be.

"Forgive me for being so apprehensive."
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2012-10-10 05:41 am
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Vintnery

Winery: Troia

type -- description

Whites:
Chardonnay -- Full, golden and buttery with hints of oak, spice and vanilla.
Chenin Blanc -- Light and fruity. High acidity.
Sauvignon Blanc/Semillon -- Rich, but crisp. Makes favorable dessert wine.
Viognier -- Low acidity. Very fruity without being very floral.

Reds:
Cabernet Franc -- Light to medium bodied, delicate taste. Excellent with light entrees.
Dolcetto -- Darkly fruity with tastes of almonds and licorice.
Gamay -- Fresh, light and low in alcohol content. A good introductory wine.
Syrah -- Spicy, with low acidity. Makes a very good pair with red meat.

Fruit wines: varied by season
Apple
Peach
Strawberry
Raspberry
Blood Orange
Cherry
Watermelon

Notes: All wines are bottled in blue glass with a plain white label mimicking rough-press paper and handwritten calligraphy. The wax seals over the corks are silver and left to drip onto the neck and shoulders of the bottle. Once each year the winery produces a small batch of honey wine (or mead) flavored and colored with pomegranate juice, which can only be bought directly from the winery itself.