Obscure Coastline Tranquility

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Hello,
Welcome to my little piece of Lit. I know there are TONS of other hangouts within the lounge, but I need a little paradise to center and ground myself when the real world gets far too rough for me. All are welcomed here, wander about, have a drink or three, and enjoy yourself.

I will be using this space, not only to get to know new and familiar faces, but also to throw down random story ideas that bud into my mind, or any dark poetry that my muse whispers in my ear.

Anyway, enough chit-chat, let me show you around the property.

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This is my humble abode. I got it for a decent price. The realtor kept hammering into my head ‘location, location, location’… and after hearing the sounds of the sea lapping at the shoreline, I couldn’t help but swoon and sign my life away to a thirty-year mortgage. The nostalgia of my childhood home was far too much to give up, again.

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This is the beach area, it goes on for miles on either side. It is shared off to the south west, so do be careful. There is a cove off to the north east, coming off of the back entrance of my home, that is very private for any interludes. I own that particular part of the property. You can follow the Tiki torches to the cove, they are always lit around dusk and monitored hourly to ensure the costal winds do not snuff them out.

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Now, come inside. To your left, you have the living room. Modest, I suppose. It’s cozy enough, and a good place to mingle when I’m not around.

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Adjacent from that we have a dining room. I don’t get much use out of it, but if you’re feeling all proper, by all means eat til your heart’s content in there (personally I just sit on the couch and prop my feet up to eat, but to each his/her own).

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To the right, The kitchen. You are allowed to make anything you want, my house is your house, and if there is something you desire that I do not have, just notify any of the maids and they will see to it that you are well taken care of.

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These are our current maids. They are all friendly young things and will giggle and bless you with whatever services you need. Be careful of the blonde, though, she’s a bit feisty.

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And of course, our two butlers—well, I’ll say our one butler and butler in training.

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Walk with me, now, down the hallway—We have two more things to see on this floor. Directly in front of you, you’ll see a library. There is a book in there strictly off limits, that is my journal. It is under lock and key, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t even bother messing with it. I have a lot of demons locked away inside it. But, by all means peruse my collection of books, I have several thousand books in many different genres. You need not notify me if you borrow one, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you will, in fact, return it. And if not, well… I’ll count it as a loss and replace it. The top section of the library is home to rare tomes, some of mythological background, some of religious background, some are first editions of some of my favorite books—I ask that you do not take these out of the library, but enjoy them within it; many are written in Latin (I’ve yet to get them translated–I’m working on it).

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Now, to your right, we have a lovely little spiral staircase… follow me upstairs. We have five bedrooms. Bathrooms are strewn about between doors, two are actually only accessible through the room; all bathrooms are equipped with towels, robes, body washes of all scents and varieties, shampoos, conditioners, deodorant, etcetera. Each bathroom has a Jacuzzi tub, a shower, and all the essential parts that make it, well, a bathroom. They are all complimentary themed to their closest room (whether within, or beside). And they all have mood lighting and candles underneath the sink.

 

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These are the bedrooms you have to choose from. I’d prefer it that my guest stay here, whenever they’re drinking. You will be asked by the head Butler, Mister Stevens, for your keys after you partake a second drink in my home. There is no protesting, I don’t want my lovelies fading away from me. I cherish every single last one of y’all.

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The master bedroom, my bedroom, looks like this. I only allow those whom I invite within; I have two keys—my own, and the one that I give out on rare occasion for whatever individual to come and join me.

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Anyway, come along with me, we’ll venture to the third floor. To your front, you will notice a moss covered door. This is a special room. I’m not entirely sure how it exists, but I’m not one for questioning the capabilities of magic. It is here, and it is always open. For whomever’s needs.

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To your left, a door will lead you to a modest lounge. Our butler in training, Mister Connolly, also doubles as a bartender. He will make you any sort of drink you so desire, he is well versed in fruity little cocktails, too, so don’t be bashful if you want something that isn’t hard liquor. I’ll throw my hands up and admit my favorite drink is a Rum Runner. I have no shame.

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And, for you lovely less conventionals, we have a not-so-modest lounge to your right. The door to the entrance is normal enough, but once you head inside you will be met with a secondary lounge—anyone can ask to have this exterior door locked at any time, so intruders do not venture in during any sessions (unless you’re into that). Beneath the cushions you will find little handles that open small, medium, and large ‘secret’ spaces which are equipped with any sort of tool you can imagine; oh and I’m sure you have imagined. Please deposit any tools or toys used in the drop box by the exit door so our maid staff can clean them; we’re super neat freaks here, and I value the safety and health of every visitor who enters my home.

And, well, that completes the grand tour. Please enjoy yourself while you’re here. Talk, rant, rave, fuck, joke, leave gifts, favors, pictures, whatever your heart desires. I want everyone to feel at home here, so, whatever you do at yours, you can do at mine without any protest from me. I do hope you like it here.

Sincerely,
Kay (OI)

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[Belvino]

Perhaps it was the salt air, or just the promise of relaxation, but for whatever reason I found myself staring up at the house by the ocean. In the distance I could hear the waves crashing on the beach and gulls crying. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath feeling a huge overwhelming amount of stress just slide off my shoulders. This would help, I know it. I knocked on the door and waited for a responding answer from within.

 

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Mister Stevens heard the knock at the door. The giggling maids who were too busy to hear the knock were gossiping and planning their daily chores in the living room. He quickly snipped a short, commanding "enough" as he adjusted his coat. He gave them a small glare and they quickly dispersed to rooms they were assigned to clean from top to bottom. The blonde maid lingered, unsure if he would need her to do anything--or if the guest that knocked would need her.

He eyed her as he strode to the door, pointed at her mid-drift which was peaking behind her apron. She quickly adjusted this, and pulled at the strands of her hair to ensure they were where they needed to be.

He opened the door in a sweeping fashion, bowed slightly to the newcomer.

"Good afternoon, miss," he said--his voice was low, gravely, as if he had smoked for years (though he never once touched a cigarette in his fifty-eight years of existence). "I assume Mistress Kay invited you here, Welcome, please come in." He gestured towards the entrance of the home, making sure to stand politely out of the way.

The maid smiled at the lady, waiting to be commanded to do something in her favor. She stepped close to a small table set in between the kitchen and living room, fumbled to press something underneath the ledge.


She stood at the edge of her bed, making it herself. She never let the maids do anything in here. They insisted time and time again, 'that's what we're paid to do, ma'am' they'd say. But she was quite capable of taking care of ONE room in her house. She smiled and fluffed the pillows, straightened the wrinkles out of the duvet. She turned to a mirror on the wall closest to the door; she pulled her hair down and fluffed it a little before pulling at the curly strands--trying to make it look a little more tame.

A small bell above the door rang. She grinned at it and threw on a red, black and silver plaid button down, not bothering to button it. She adjusted her black Capri pants, dusting off any stray hairs from her darling lynx-point siamese kitten, Arya, who liked to lounge about on her clothes that she picked out for the next day.

"A Visitor, my first visitor" she breathed inwardly, her goofy little grin swamping her features. She quickly left her room, locking the door behind her, and darted towards the stairwell. She took care to walk slowly--she was far too clumsy to take the steps at pace, yet--the house was still new to her.

As she entered the main hallway leading to the entrance her smile softened a little. She saw that Mister Stevens had the door open, ready for the visitor to enter, and her head Maid--Sandra--was ready to wait hand and foot on the visitor. She paused behind Sandra, patting her back gently and the blonde smiled at her mistress.

"Good afternoon," she said quietly.

"Good afternoon," Sandra responded, curtsying politely.

"Goodness, you don't have to do that for ME," giggled Kay.

 

[Belvino]

The door swung open and I saw the elderly Butler standing before me. His smile lifted his cheeks and made his face appear even more welcoming than it had before. I returned the smile and stepped over the threshold listening politely as he spoke with me in a soothing voice.

I was beginning to think that if the people were always this welcoming I may never want to leave. I did not miss the maid who looked questioningly at me, expecting me to direct her with my wishes. Unfortunately, she would have to wait a moment because I needed to speak with the lady of the house first.

I did not have to wait for long before she arrived. I graced her with a warm smile and extended my hand.

“Kay, is it? I don’t think we have formally met. You can call me B,” I said and waited for her response waving behind me after she had finished. “I have some luggage in the car, but I wanted to make sure you still have room? Also, it has been a long drive. Could I perhaps order something to drink and eat?”

 

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Mister Stevens closed the door quickly behind the guest, so not to allow the warm outside air to spoil the air conditioning. He looked at Sandra with a stern look, her posture straightened and she smiled warmly at the guest.


"A pleasure to meet you, B," Kay said gently, reaching out to shake the lovely ladies' hand. "Of course we have room; Four rooms on the second floor are at your disposal, I'll take you up there and you can have your pick."

She glanced at Sandra who quickly pressed another button under the table.

"You can tell Sandra, here, what you would like to have to eat and drink, and she'll get that started while we tour the bedrooms. Mister Connolly will be happy to take your bags to the room you choose. He'll be in here shortly."


Somewhere in the depths of the house a small bell rings. Mister Connolly glances up at it, looking back down at the page he was writing. He quickly closes the book and slips it under the counter top where he had been scribbling. He hastily grabs his coat and puts it on, buttoning it as he has been instructed time and time again, opens the door to the lounge, and darts down the stairs.

Sandra takes a step forward and curtsies to the guest.

"What can I get for you, Miss B?" she says in a springy soprano voice. "We have all sorts of things here, any menu, any cuisine. Beverages, too, alcoholic or not."