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]

"I do like cheese!"

[vineleaves]

“Well hopefully that doesn’t change,” he laughs. Kykeon is great but it was also considered medicinal, which is not a description generally given to things people tend to like at first taste.

[futaille]

"So it's the sort of thing that could feasibly be produced in the game, then?"

[vineleaves]

“Possibly. There’s also barley in it.”

[futaille]

"Amazing. I don't know if barley is in there, but individual ingredients aside, it seems to have the spirit of the game."

[vineleaves]

“It was used for medicine and rituals back in the day. Also some people just liked to drink it.” They’re back to the mansion now, and Dionysus holds the door open for Grantaire. “After you, my dear.”

[futaille]

He does a bit of a spin through the door. "Why thank you."

[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.

[futaille]

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

[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."

[vineleaves]

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

[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?"

[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!"

[vineleaves]

"Yep!" He takes another sip. "Are you feeling cured yet?"

[futaille]

"All my ills have vanished." He takes another drink.

[vineleaves]

"Oh wonderful, it's working then," he laughs.

[futaille]

He polishes the drink off and sets the glass down. "If only all medicine was made with wine."