Elysian Fields RPG

It's been a while since Zach's had the chance to catch up with matt, and he's really looking forward to it. Between both of them working, and both having relationships that demanded a lot of their spare time, time had been at a premium. But they'd found some time and they were sitting in the bar at Elysian Fields, beer in front of them and mid-story about working with great but... artistic people. In which artistic meant "fussier than I am about everything being perfect," at least in Zach's case. "It's not that they aren't great people," Zach said. "But when you have someone coming in who's done a show that has three episodes a year, and thinks they have all the time in the world on the set, well, it can lead to some... interesting misunderstandings."

It was early, but not the earliest call they'd had. Tiffani wasn't fighting sleep like she often was at the earliest times, so that made it better for her. She had gotten coffee for herself and Matt - Tim was being called later, as this was one of her and Matt's rare scenes without him. She kind of liked that they had some time to talk, and currently there was some setting up going on that they weren't needed for. Perfect time to catch up, she thought. "So," she smiled, sitting down next to Matt. "How are your kids? It must be wonderfully chaotic having that many so yount, I remember when my son was that age. All of them," she teased.

John had just finished a good long session with a client. He had showered and dressed and he'd come down to the bar for a drink before heading home. Not that he had much to head home for right now, so that was partly why he'd come downstairs, hoping to find a little company of some kind. He was walking by the public play room when he saw a girl looking quite shocked at something that appeared to be going on. He recognised her, she was on one of those TV shows he couldn't put a name to off the top of his head.

He cleared his throat, looking down at her - he always was looking down at people - and smiled. "Is everything all right?"

Since Dany, Dwayne usually stayed away from women. It was easier that way and though he knew she wouldn't mind if he started dating again and that Simone was old enough now, it was still a stress that he didn't particularly want to deal with.

That didn't mean that he didn't have his urges. Men, women, it hardly mattered once one passed the doors to the Fields. Men were still a bit of a sensitive issue after Topher, but he wasn't about to become a monk. Whatever came his way would come, he just had to be open to it.

Stopping at the bar, he ordered only a bottle of water. Dwayne was hoping to find someone tonight to pique his interest and he dind't want the effects of alcohol to hinder him. As soon as he had it in one massive hand, he was mingling, wandering through the rooms, the bar, even the pool area to see if anyone caught his interest.

Who: Kristen Bell & Candice Accola
What: Meeting for the first time!
When: Early Evening
Where: Elysian LA
Warnings: Probably none! JK They had sexy times.

( Enjoying the scenery and waiting for something new to come up. )

It was getting late, and Zach was getting tired, but JJ needed them to get this take in so they could take the sets down. He took a few deep breaths, then settled himself into the right mental place to do the scene.

He missed Jonathan, more than he could put into words. They'd known how things would be, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He missed everyone. Maybe it was not having Joe on set as much this time around, he really didn't know.

He gave Benedict a smile when things were finally done, and headed off. He might be able to call Jonathan or someone - Kristen came to mind too.

He was clearly seeing things when she appeared the moment he thought her name. Except she looked awfully solid for a hallucination.

"Kris?" he said, a little bewildered.

Liam slowly sipped his drink. He wasn't about to get drunk, even if he wasn't planning on playing tonight. Not that he and Gary couldn't drink each other under the table - they'd proved that more than once - but aside from anything else he didn't know if Gary had any other plans tonight. He was waiting for Gary here in the bar, not sure how long his friend would be.

He honestly couldn't remember if he'd actually seen Gary since Natasha or not. Their methods of keeping in touch were more of the electronic variety anyway, given their lives, and he'd certainly talked to Gary since, but they could go years without being in the same room. He was, though, very much looking forward to seeing Gary tonight.

"So what's next for you?" Gwyneth asked, sipping iced tea and glancing over at Garrett. She'd really enjoyed working with him - and Leighton and Tim - on the movie. "I still think you could have a second career if you wanted it, your voice is amazing," she said. "I think we've established that I don't pay empty compliments, too." She liked his company as well, it wasn't every movie she found someone she could talk with like she was with Garrett. "Any great plans or are you going to rest some?" she asked. "Of course I don't think actors ever actually do get to rest." She laughed softly, thinking of an actor she had worked with on a movie ages back. "Do you know, I once worked with an actor who wanted to know why I was still taking acting lessons? He thought he knew everything. I think he's washing cars now." She shook her head. "People who think the job we do is easy either get sense knocked into them, or they fall out of it, there doesn't seem to be an in between option."

John had a room that was reserved for his use at the club. It was fairly spartan, but comfortable, and he spent most of his off-duty time there, especially waiting between appointments. Not too many people would even knock on his door - he had his pager and cell available if someone wanted to talk to him or ask him for an appointment. He knew it could only be one of a few people, and he sighed as he unfolded from the couch that could be turned into a bed if he got too tired to head back to the hotel after a session. It was probably important. Right? He opened the door and looked down - he almost always looked down.

"Sammy," he smiled then, glad to see the young man who was a good friend... and maybe if they could stop dancing around things, might be more. "Come on in," he said. He knew whatever it was, Sammy must need some advice. John locked the door after them, just in case.

Jessica wondered if Taylor even realised what they were doing. Spending all their off time together. Drinking wine and eating dinner. Jessica knew. She was dating Taylor. She wasn't sure they were both on the same page. She supposed even the kisses she'd initiated could be brushed off as friendship.

( Jessica knew better )

John was sitting at the bar in Elysian, waiting for the new client he'd booked an afternoon with. He hadn't taken on a client in three years, it was something he enjoyed doing but he liked to give his clients time and attention and he usually ended up seeing them over a long period of time - not in the sense of a relationship per se, but he was there to give them something they needed, even something they couldn't find in their own relationships, and he only had enough time and ability to do that for a certain amount of people, and he only had a certain amount of time he could devote to this part of his life, given everything else in his life.

But he'd recently lost a client - in the best sense of the word, he'd found a Master who he'd also fallen in love with and they'd recently been legally bound together, although John knew that the collar around the boy's neck and the key around the Master's were a lot more important to them both. Then he'd heard that Chris Colfer was looking for a professional to show him some of the ropes, so to speak, and John had felt that he might be able to understand some of the younger man's issues, and ease them for him, so he'd let the appropriate people know that he was available and interested and would Mr Colfer like to take a meeting with him. The answer had been yes, so John had set the time and place, the bar so he and Chris could talk some before moving up to one of the rooms upstairs. Now he was sipping on ice water and waiting for Chris.

Simon looks at the beautiful young woman sitting across from him. "Was this the kind of place you meant, or was I a little too forward?" he asked her. "I know you said you missed company, I wasn't sure if you wanted this or something more subdued. Then again, this place is only as exciting as you want it to be, I'm sure there are people who actually join for the golf and while they know the more fun stuff goes on, they don't really bother with it." He shook his head, not really sure he would be able to handle that. He was on a trip to London, and Billie had mentioned not having much excitement in her life, so he'd brought her to the club after getting her to fill out all the membership paperwork.

"Of course," Simon added, "someone as pretty as you are wouldn't have any trouble finding company if that was what you wanted."

Lea was enjoying seeing Dianna's reaction to the club. It was still new enough for her to understand some of what Dianna would be feeling. So of course she'd brought her to the E/V room, and she was currently sipping on a tall glass of orange juice and watching the show.

"Look at those two," Lea said, watching as a pretty little brunette was bent over a table and a tall blonde, wearing one of the biggest strap-ons Lea had ever seen, started to fuck her hard. Then another woman came up, and spread her legs, pressing her pussy into the little brunette's face, moaning as she felt her tongue.

"I've never been with a woman," Lea said, casually, "but scenes like that make me think about it a lot..." she hadn't ever really found anyone she wanted to take it further with, not on a serious level. "I think I'd need to try it with someone I knew well, someone who wouldn't mind if the Domme side of me slipped a little as I learned. I mean, I am a switch, but recently it's been a lot more about giving orders, so I don't know where I'd fall on it, but on the other hand, I would definitely need someone not afraid to advise me some," she said. "I know I'd be willing to take direction as needed, of course."

She looked over at Dinna who was clearly flushed. "Too much information?" Lea asked, with a smile. She liked the blush on Dianna's cheeks.

There were a few things that he definitely enjoyed more about LA than his home in Sweden. Most of it had to do with the Fields, and their existence in LA, but not at home. When he wasn't filming, he even worked there part time as a professional Dominant, though he wasn't there in that capacity now.

Now he was simply having a drink at the bar, enjoying the company and chitchatting with a few regulars that he knew. If he found someone that caught his eye tonight, that would be great, if he didn't, it would work just as well for him. Alex was content to be able to relax around like minded people without having to guard what he said too much.

[Takes place after Dianna's intro to the club]

( Cut 'cause Garrett's a slut )

The first few weeks of filming X-Men had been borderline torturous for Michael. As much chemistry as he had with James, yet off screen they were never more than friends until one fated night and a dinner with Anne Marie. She was a sweet woman, a lovely woman, a kinky woman that had all but presented James on a platter for Michael to partake in and partake he had. Thoroughly, several times during the night and in the morning, things had changed.

What began one night in James' kitchen got them here, sitting in the bar of the Fields in London. It had been Michael's fantasy this time, James already in a leather collar that buckled behind his neck, a single o ring hanging down, touching the hollow of his throat. In Michael's hand the chain leash grew warm, the metal leaving faint grooves in his palm. It wouldn't be too much longer as he and James finished their drinks and they'd move onto the next step of things. Before they'd arrived the anticipation had been a near painful thing, but now it was sweet, making his trousers tight and keeping him very pleasantly warm.

Reaching across the table, he hooked his index finger in the ring at James' throat and tugged him over slowly to nip at his lips. "I do like this on you."

Liam wasn't sure that there had been any kind of a conscious process in holding today's barbecue. He'd just picked names out of his phone at random and about half of them had turned up, to his surprise. It made things noisy and crowded, but it wasn't awful. Still he'd found what felt like the last quiet piece of the house, and he was sitting down, drinking a beer, when he heard someone walking in.

Liam tried not to groan, and then he smiled, because he'd realised who it was, and well, if he had any problems being alone with someone as gorgeous as Scarlett, he couldn't think of them. "Hi," he said. "This is so typical of Chris, he tends to forget some of us like a little quiet." He smiled, though, it wasn't a bad thing about his brother at all, really.

Liam wasn't sure that today was a good first or a bad first. After the most devastating event of his life, losing his wife and Mistress, he'd had a lot of firsts. Some of them were good, like the first time he'd realised that yes, he could go on with his life, or the first time he'd made himself come and not felt bad that he hadn't thought of her. Some were bad, like the first time he noticed her mark on him and realised he'd never have that again, or the first time the boys woke up crying for her after they hadn't for a while. Today was the first time he'd been to the club without Natasha. That wasn't good, but on the other hand, feeling okay about it was a good thing, so overall it felt like a good first.

He ordered a Guinness, and sipped it slowly as he looked around the bar. There was the usual mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces, and he was thinking about heading upstairs to his room - he didn't keep a house in LA any more, he'd had to keep the place in New York because that was the boys' home, and he couldn't sell the place in England, but LA had been just too connected to them, and Vanessa had taken it off his hands. So he had decided to stay at the club for this visit, and he was thinking about heading upstairs. It wasn't like he was looking for someone.

Glancing up, Liam saw a familiar smile, bright enough to light up the room. "Bradley?" he murmured to himself, and he remembered...

Remembered shooting in the jungle. Flirting, and not feeling guilty about it, but not being able to take it further. Except for one kiss, on the last night of the press tour. The kiss that had made him harder than anything but serving her had in years.

"Bradley!" This was a call, one intended for the other man's ears. Liam smiled, maybe he'd at least found some company.

Jessica was sitting at the bar, sipping on sparkling water and people watching. She wasn't 'on duty' per se, but the staff knew that if anyone came in looking for a submissive, she was available, unless she said otherwise. She could always make the choice, but she was there if someone needed her. She was a little lonely with Taylor away recording, not that anyone else could make her feel the way Taylor did, but it was sometimes nice to have company. She was thinking of calling John up, when she saw a familiar face. "Marshall!" she waved.

(while filming The Avengers)

"Whose idea was it to make it six am again?" Gwyneth asked as she handed Scarlett a coffee, they took it in turns to get the first one. "Can we fire them?" she asked, grinning at her friend. "With extreme prejudice?" She sat down and tried not to fall asleep. "Or whip them, at least? Mind you they'd probably like that," she shook her head. "Sadists. Whoever invented six am calls was definitely one. But how are you?" she asked, smiling. "Don't let me keep talking or I really will do it," she laughed. "You should hear my brother go on about how I talked before I breathed."