Open Post: La savate et le chausson

[futaille]

Much to his satisfaction, Grantaire has been able to keep up with many of his hobbies unabated during his time at the mansion. Not all of them, though, mostly because they were ones he'd go to specific spots for, and with those spots not being here in addition to an abundance of his other hobbies, they more or less fell by the wayside.

However, a recent chat with Dionysus has reminded him that he has very much neglected his 'hitting things' level. Although he didn't find a crash test dummy, the thought being on his mind ended up in him stumbling upon a small gym tucked away, complete with some equipment including a standing punching bag.

So he's discarded his waistcoat and cravat over a bench and is practicing his savate¹.

¹French kickboxing! During R's time it was basically for streetfighting, and just beginning to get formalized, but there are some cool vintage videos on youtube (Here and here) to give the... vibe.

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[futaille]

"Burnt durian. Perfect. And has the benefit of accuracy."

[sagramore]

"Right. So we've got a name for our paint." Sagramore stands up, one hand on his hip, and affects his snotty Aziraphale accent. "And how much will the young master want of this bespoke blend? An ounce? Two ounces? I warn you, sir, it does cost a pretty penny."

[futaille]

He smothers an amused smile. "I'm sure it does, but it's a commission for the church itself, so I'll need the lot. I'll have to pay somehow."

[vineleaves]

Soon enough they're at Dionysus's room. He sets the bubble wrap down in a corner (he'll figure out where he's going to store it later) and flops onto his sofa.

[sagramore]

"Oh, you've no choice," he agrees. "Only the finest things for His Divinity. Are you painting the church doors?"

[futaille]

Grantaire promptly sits on the arm of said sofa. "I am intrigued by this fabled concoction."

[futaille]

"I am. I've been commissioned."

[sagramore]

"Ah, a real honor! You must have a remarkable talent to have been chosen."

[futaille]

"Enough to be selected, I suppose. I don't know how wide a net was cast in the search."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus shifts so that his head is basically laying in Grantaire's lap. "So, question. Do you want the version where it's hallucinogenic? Or just regular alcohol?"

[futaille]

His eyebrows rise. "I'm intrigued about the hallucinogenic version, but perhaps the regular alcohol to start, just so I know what it's like first."

[vineleaves]

"Good choice," he smiles and makes up two glasses of thick, goopy kykeon.

[futaille]

He looks at it. "Even without tasting it yet, I declare it is absolutely in the spirit of the game."

[sagramore]

"I'm sure they did a thorough survey. They wouldn't just pick two idiots out of a mansion and entrust them with a religious painting."

[vineleaves]

"I told you there's stuff in it," he laughs.

[futaille]

"Of course not. Who would do such a thing?"

[futaille]

"So there is." He reaches out for a glass and promptly takes a large drink.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus also takes a sip; of course, he's used to it. "What do you think?"

[sagramore]

"Surely no one's that careless."

[futaille]

"And anyone who did happen to be that careless would not be given leave to make decisions."

[futaille]

He swallows, looking at the contents of his glass with some scrutiny. "It's... a journey."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus laughs. "That's one way to put it."

[futaille]

"You say it's medicinal. What was it meant to cure?" He has another drink.

[vineleaves]

"Being too sober," he says, mostly as a joke. "Also tummy pains. And whatever else someone felt like suggesting it for."

[futaille]

"Ah, a cure-all!"