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I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Who: Sandoval and YOU!
What: Sandoval is exploring the castle and trying to find who owns the place.
When: Right after he finishes his journal post.
Where: All around the castle; just write in the subject where you'd like to meet him!
Rating: I'm going to go with PG13 here because Sandoval is pretty awful. If your character is not comfortable with sexual material, please post HERE for my reference. Thanks!

Sandoval wasn't sure about this place, not one bit.

For one thing, he'd hardly run into anything that looked vaguely familiar, apart from a few decorations in the hallway - he'd found something that look remotely like a kitchen, but he'd found nothing but metal boxes - one of which that, when opened up, seemed to emit light and was very, very cold on the inside. He hadn't enjoyed that one bit, or the next room over, where large metal boxes also seemed to be whirring loudly, and making wet fabrics fly around on the inside. So, he'd quickly moved on from those rooms to wandering the halls and stairwells, peeking occasionally into rooms to see their contents, and looking very, very lost.

Oh, what he wouldn't give for a guard to come by! But that was too much to ask for, it seemed, since this place was rather large on the inside. He just hoped he'd come across someone soon.

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For the past two weeks, Mistress had been doing a lot of... remembering. Huge amounts of it, really. And while it was wonderful to give up having to work, she was a little annoyed that her room had been relocated to the castle, and completely emptied of all the changes she'd made. What a waste of time! This time, she'd decided, she would just choose to expand and decorate a few rooms, rather than reconstruct her entire castle within this one.

Of course, that spared up a lot of time to go nick things from other parts of the castle. Like the music room! Mistress doesn't have any particular affinity or even interest in music or musical instruments, but that didn't mean she couldn't figure out some interesting things to do with such lovely, shiny objects.

And just as she began fingering (rather obscenely) a beautiful violin, someone familiar -- though still sort of fuzzy in her mind -- caught her eye.

"Ambassador?"

The Ambassador was starting to think it was going to be impossible to find anything worth snooping around in this place. He'd already run into strange metal crates of various shapes and sizes, strange light orbs, and he'd managed to pop into a few bedrooms on accident. (Thankfully he hadn't been hit with anything.) But now his exploring was starting to get - dare he say it - boring. And he didn't want that, not in a million years!

As he was passing by another room, he happened to peek in just long enough to make his face visible. So when he turned to make his way out, he heard a voice very familiar to him. He paused and turned again, eyes widening as he recognized the speaker very quickly.

"Mistress! You're here too?"

Well, this did answer some things. But it did create a few more problematic questions.

Dropping what was very surely a priceless antique violin to the floor, where of course it cracked and broke, Mistress strode over to the Ambassador, holding her hands out to maintain her air of control.

"Yes, I am here too," she said easily, perhaps a little haughtily. "I notice this is your first time here, though, which raises the question of where you were before, when you left me alone and didn't even have the common decency to follow me into a whole different world."

Sandoval, however, didn't seem to mind at all that she was a little irritated with him. He just kept smiling, approaching her a bit too as she strode over. And, of course, to appease her, he did give her a bow of his head in deference.

"Oh, it's so good to see you, Mistress," He admitted, before laying on even more charm. He'd always been good at that. "I know, terribly rude of me, wasn't it? I do sincerely apologize, my dear dictatress. I didn't know quite what I was thinking! But I'm here now, and that's what counts, yes?"

Though after a moment, the Ambassador thought about it a little longer, furrowing his brow just a little as he did. "Though I can't quite remember when you left. Surely you would have told me. And I can't even remember how I got here myself, except for when I woke up of course... my, my, it seems my mind really is slipping. Just before, Agent Cupcake was asking me about Xoan, and I couldn't tell them a thing about it!"

Well he shouldn't mind, really -- in fact, Mistress would be more than a little concerned if he wasn't already used to her continuous mood swings and childish impetuousness. She was appeased with his charm, though, and just hopped onto the baby grand piano, taking a seat and crossing her legs at the knees.

"I was kidnapped," she sniffed, examining her nails, "and you didn't even come looking. I was most disappointed, Ambassador. And now you've been kidnapped as well, and it took you long enough, like I said. Anyway, perhaps you're drunk. Are you drunk?"

Sandoval was quick to fill in the gap between them, standing a bit to the side of the baby grand for the moment. "Oh, you poor thing. It sounded absolutely dreadful. I'm certain I would have come looking if I had known you were gone! I'm terribly sorry, Mistress, it was terribly cruel of me, to leave you all alone. I do hope you can find it in your black heart to forgive me. "

He then took the opportunity to sit on the piano bench, leaning back a bit on his arms. "I don't feel drunk. I suppose I could be, but frankly I feel a bit too coordinated. And I haven't put anyone under serious bodily harm yet!"

(( ooc: Is it cool if I have Sandoval move in with Mistress? If it is then I'll go ahead and figure out where I need to post that info. ))

She was thoughtful when he begged forgiveness, as if she had to think about it. She didn't, really, but it was still always worth the show. "I suppose you can be forgiven," she told him regally, with an air of greatly condescending kindness. "But only this once. The next time I'm kidnapped and you don't follow, you'll have to meet the same fate as the previous Xoan Ambassador."

It was with more thought that Mistress tried to come to a new conclusion. It was true that Sandoval tended to injure people when he was drunk, and he'd have to be terribly intoxicated to forget things about his homeland, now wouldn't he? It was his job, after all. "Well, it could be your loss," she said casually, resting on the only other logical assumption she had. "These things happen."

[ ooc: of course, and here, just make a note. ]

Yes, the show was most important, which was why Sandoval, even though he knew she was going to forgive him regardless, was eager to continue it. "Oh, darling diva, quintessential queen, magnificent Mistress!" His sat up as his hand reached out to hers, taking it, and leaving a few delicate kisses on the back. "You're most gracious!"

Leaving one more kiss for good measure, he let go and leaned back again, this time on his elbows. He made a mental note to get her a lovely present, in order to keep himself as far away from the chopping block as possible. At the mention of the former Ambassador, Sandoval nodded, letting out a soft sigh. "A shame, really, what happened to him. He was a good lay."

But it was with some confusion that he took the next bit of information, never having heard about Losses before. He glanced up at the Mistress as he spoke. "My loss? What do you mean?"

"Everyone loses something when they come here," she explained, happy to be the authority on yet something else. "Memories or what have you. I can't make my mark, you know. So it's good you're here, because I'll need you to put it on a whole bunch of stuff that I've been unable to brand as mine."

Mistress reached over to idly toy with a strand of Sandoval's hair as she kept speaking. "Perhaps the castle took all of your memories of Xoan. And who cares? It's not nearly so good as my kingdom, right?"

"Is it the castle that's doing this, then?" He mused, thinking about this for a moment. It was true that he didn't seem to remember much about Xoan - but all the times he spent there as a boy and throughout his life were as fresh in his mind as they were before. Clearly, something was afoot, and if Mistress was right, then this had to be his loss. He didn't much like the thought, but Mistress was eager to change the subject - and he was eager to follow her. Giving another smile, Sandoval allowed the touch, mentioning Mistress' loss first. "I would be honored, Mistress! What sorts of 'stuff' are we thinking? Slaves? Pretty baubles? A bit of both, perhaps?"

And then, as she mentioned his, he thought about it a little longer, choosing his words quite carefully. "While I do enjoy your kingdom, sweetness, it's still my home. You know, nostalgia, national identity, and all that. But your kingdom is still the most fun!"

"Yes," she cooed, wrapping his hair around her fingers, "the castle is a fickle little beast, taking things and giving them back and changing the world at random. It's always an adventure. Anyway, I'll need you to put my mark on everything, absolutely everything. I intend to rule this kingdom too, you know! Besides, you needn't worry about not remembering Xoan. I intend to conquer it someday, so that you can't ever be called back to it."

"Adventure? Sounds intriguing. Could we make it a sexy adventure?" Sandoval smiled as Mistress gave the answer he was expecting. And why wouldn't she want it all? "Absolutely everything? My my, I'll need to get started preparing. There's just so many things to do! I'll need to find the best medium, of course, and start taking inventory right away..."

At the mention of conquering Xoan, Sandoval couldn't help a little chuckle. "Naughty naughty," he teased, allowing her to curl his hair around her finger. "Can I at least send Xoan a warning? You know how his Grand Erectness gets when he has to cancel an orgy last-minute."

"A sexy adventure indeed, and yes, you'll be terribly busy. But on the bright side, it's something to do to stave off the sexual frustration!" Mistress told him, clucking her tongue a bit. "The people of this kingdom are so prudish, it's really rather obnoxious. I've managed to seduce a few, but most fight and argue and squirm away from me. So boring!"

With a shrug and a grin, she tugged his hair gently. "But he's so funny when he's huffing and puffing about with his cock hanging out!"

Sandoval couldn't help the little sigh. "I was afraid of that. I hate being terribly busy. But I'll accept. It would be even worse if we got nothing done, mm? Would be terribly boring, it would!"

His pointed ears perked up a little at the mention of sexual frustration - but out of surprise, because he began to frown shortly after. "Yes, yes, that's what I was afraid of... you know, I was just talking to Agent Cupcake not moments ago about the orgies we've held together, and they were completely shocked! Really, how can they survive like this? Clearly we'll have to fuck the prudishness out of all of them. There really is no other way." He gave a bit of a huff, then, as he began to think of possible ways to help Mistress in her sexy quest.

"Yes, I know, crumpet. I'll try to make it as short of a notice as possible, then? That way I don't betray my homeland, blah blah blah, and you still get to see his cock waggling around."

"Agent Cupcake? Who might that be, Ambassador?" Mistress questioned, confused by this unfamiliar name. "It's not of any real consequence, I suppose. Either way, you're right, there's no alternative. They all need a good, hard fuck to make them relax."

"Oh, just someone I met on the journals. They wouldn't tell me their name, the sly little thing, and so I gave them one! I thought it was rather fetching alias, no?" He gave a smile, leaning in a bit toward her. "We'll have to start planning, won't we? We'll have to start the hard fucking operations right away, now that I'm here!"

"Are they indeed a cupcake, or do you merely intend to fuck them like one?" she laughed, wrinkling her nose. "Either way, it'd be best if you get your cock into them immediately!"

"I don't know, I haven't tasted them yet," He grinned, slyly. "But I intend to fuck them just as long and hard as any cupcake - perhaps even longer and harder!" Cupcakes were sadly more fleeting affairs than a full-fledged cake.

"Aye aye, Mistress." He put his hand up in a mock salute. "You can always count on my cock to find its way into things."

"I have to," she said, waving her hand vaguely, "since no one else here seems terribly eager to get their cock into anything at all. Do you know I've only bent one man over in all my time here? It's dreadful."

"My my, that is rather dreadful. Dozens of men should be lining up!" He gave a bit of a frown, displeased that their Prude Problem was worse than he thought. "Perhaps we need to re-think our strategy, darling." Of course, as to offering up useful suggestions himself, Sandoval didn't have much at the moment. So, he switched topics.

"But fret not, my most maleficent Mistress! I'll see to it that all cupcakes I find will be fucked thoroughly and vigorously!" The same could be said for all the desserts around the castle, really, but even Sandoval had his limits. Starting with one and working his way up seemed the best way to go.

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I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

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