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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[sagramore]

It's important, because even though Laertes has created a way to steal electricity from the mansion, and thus they have their mini-fridge, it doesn't magically produce things the way the mansion kitchens do, and where else are they going to get a durian?

[futaille]

It makes absolute sense. A durian is needed to be subject to his oracular capabilities, after all.

[sagramore]

"Hast thou any conditions under which thou canst or canst not impart thy wisdom? Do we need to set things up?"

[futaille]

"I have yet to find any conditions in which my oracular abilities don't work, but we can of course try as hard as we can to make it extra favorable."

[sagramore]

"All right, what would help?"

[futaille]

"I haven't thought about that before. I'm sure being comfortable would help. Maybe some candles to add a mystical flair. ... Something to drink..."

[sagramore]

"We'll arrange for it. The conditions should be perfect."

[futaille]

"Excellent. We want no hindrances to accuracy."

[sagramore]

"It's a sacred moment!"

[futaille]

"Precisely! It must not be adulterated."

[sagramore]

"All right, so we need candles. What else?"

[futaille]

"Wherever we do it needs to be comfortable."

[sagramore]

"Right! In bed, then?"

[futaille]

"Or a very comfortable chair, or something."

[sagramore]

"Mounds of pillows?"

[futaille]

"Oh, yes! Mounds of pillows, maybe something that smells nice in lieu of mysterious fumes from the earth, some wine..."

[sagramore]

"And the candles! Perfect, I know exactly what thou needst from me."

[futaille]

"I'm sure you'll provide it all brilliantly."

[sagramore]

"Go to thy room," since they're at the mansion already, "and I'll bring thee thine accoutrements."

[futaille]

"I'll see you shortly!" He gives Sagramore a quick kiss before heading to his room.

[sagramore]

Sagramore takes, as can probably be expected, a long time to get everything together; he is so easily distracted. Eventually, though, he comes to Grantaire's room with a huge apple pie scented Yankee candle, two large throw pillows, and a ripe durian.

[futaille]

Grantaire honestly barely notices how long it takes as while waiting, he rather quickly got into contemplating the logistics of taping someone to the ceiling, and thinking about it quite handily consumed the time. He lets Sagramore in with a grin. "Excellent!"

[sagramore]

"I assumed thou hadst wine enough for us all."

[futaille]

"That... is probably a safe assumption."

[sagramore]

"I'm relieved not to be disappointed."