An Open Invite

[alanwrotethis]

Niketas rests stoically.

Right hand green.

"HA!" He exclaims, placing his hands together, supporting himself on three points.

His hip brushes at whichever part of Aurelia he can reach. Most likely an elbow. He wonders if this is part of the game.

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich looks down as Aurelia's leg shoots out underneath him to rest on red. He smiles despite being in pain.

right hand red oh good. He thinks.

He slides his right hand from blue to red moving more weight onto his hands in an attempt to take weight from his right leg.

[L .]

Aurelia curses internally, right foot red but less so for physical capability - there wasn't much she couldn't twist to on this board, she'd chosen it for a reason - but more because the movement slid her body up close and intimately against Aldrich, in one long line. She slunk beneath and between his bent-over body, offering - ironically - a bit of support to his weight when she pushed up. She figured she owed it to her landlord to help out occasionally.

"Mmn. Oh, Architect. How big and muscly you feel," she teased in dramatic voice, perhaps to lighten the intmacy. "Like Clydesdale horse."

Because certainly, she could feel a lot of his... pelvis, against her back.

[alanwrotethis]

Niketas turns his head to look at the two Ventrue, briefly wondering if he should ask the dial to land his left hand on blue so he roll into the architect.

Right hand yellow.

"Serpentine skin-braids..." he curses, his arms now crossed. He starts to wobble unsteadily, a little intentionally, towards Aldrich to his left.....

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich smiles as Aurelia almost props him up.

He looks over to Angelina as she spins once more right foot red. seriously?

"I do not care for this game so much Aurelia, my dear" He jokes as he moves his weight to his now crossed arms, allowing him to pull his right leg up and other the outstretched leg of Aurelia.

And places it gingerly on the same spot as his left leg leaving him in a precarious cross armed arched press up position. He grits his teeth as the rest take their turn.

"Flattery will get you absolutely everywhere cousin" he jokes whilst struggling to maintain his weight.

[L .]

Aurelia, completely unrepentent, stretches her entire body over the board for her next request, muscles bunching to balance over only inches from the wood, and locking her calves in place. She 'accidentally' knocks into them both as she goes, deciding that equal discrimination was kinder at this point. She wanted more tea, and a new round.

[alanwrotethis]

Aurelia's ankle catches at his hand, he starts to withdraw it, losing support.

His elbow buckles, he grunts reflexively.

Don't you fucking dare Niketas! Not before the Architect! You've spun the cosmos on a dime and made the primal spirits of the world your pets, you will not lose to Aldrich at a 'lying down badly' contest!

Hold Niketas.... hooooollllld.....

He wills strength into his limbs, and remembers not to sweat or gasp as his torso sways precariously.

Aurelia's arm brushes his ankle and he mutters a prayer to his ancestors.

[Manacledairman]

Aldrichs left hand is knocked and his elbows buckle somewhat.

He smiles before pushing with the last of his strength to ensure he doesn't land square across his clanmates knee and elbow.

He ends up on his back looking up at the ceiling, in absolute hysterics.

"Ohhh!" He exclaims, shaking his arms out in attempt to get feeling back into them. "Amazing."

He sits up to survey the carnage, reaching down to massage his right leg, he begins to slowly unbutton his waistcoat.

He claps. "Again!"

[alanwrotethis]

Niketas collapses nary a second after Aldrich. face pressed against the floor, chuckling.

"Another win for Aurelia. Seven shades, last time I played that game we had oils...."

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich stands and limps over to the prone dukes. Offering a hand

"I fear we may have to team up to stand a chance against the lady before us." He smiles warmly genuinely enjoying himself.