un: salvador. player plot: meet the garbage ex

[gazelletamer]

Excuse me, but has anyone seen my boyfriend? I'm not sure if we came here together, and he gets terribly anxious without me so I'd like to reassure him as soon as possible.

He's pretty easy to spot - very short, usually wears cat-patterned pajamas, a skeleton. There can't be too many people here by that description.

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[gazelletamer]

[In normal circumstances Salvador would consider murder just for the familiarity of using a nickname with his love, never mind that he doesn't consider 'Gershom' to be a real name worth using. But normal circumstances don't have his limbs feeling heavy as that miasma floods into his core.]

What are you...?

[vapelife]

A gift! [Dionysus laughs, then breathes the same thick, purple fog into Salvador's face.]

Sal, when's, you know, the last time you've felt the drunken ecstasy of wine? Here's my boon for you-- all that euphoria, yeah? The madness, joy, and the terrible, terrible throb in your head.

[He releases his face, but gives him a gentle push on the forehead.]