Exercise in Futility - OTA - Backdated to April 24 Dawn

[st_arknaked]

He was deep in the jungle when the warm humidity became cool and crisp and the dark earthy smell suddenly held a hint of salt and sea. Midnight became brighter, the sharp sliver of new moon suddenly large and ripe and more than half way to full.

It disoriented him, the wolf immersed in the hunt and the night and the man deep within who registered the shock and then the anger as he shifted back to human form and recognized where he was. The far outskirts of the world of the inn was dry and spare and seemed neverending until you found yourself dumped back where you began and he knew with the awareness of an animal that where he had been was a long way off.

And so were his pants.

He swore viciously, not sure what made him angrier the loss of a pair of pants or that the other world hadn't afforded him a way home. That it had in fact been a sop, from whoever was holding them here, to make them feel less like prisoners. And that for a short while it had worked.

He wandered the emptiness, then the woods as he worked his way back to the inn, the wolf hunting for... what he didn't know. Restless and pacing like a caged animal more than really searching for anything specific.

Then as dawn broke he found his feet on the well manicured lawn of the inn, shifting back to human form as he made his was wearily to his room.

[ooc: When the other world went away at midnight he got dumped back in the little world of the inn and he's annoyed. He also has no pants. He isn't really concerned by his nudity but please feel free to notice.]

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[st_illunsmeared]

"I did laugh, but only at her expression when she first told me and I suggested I wouldn't be going after him since I had a perfectly lovely man already in my bed." She murmured and bent to kiss the pulse in his throat. "But otherwise, I was perfectly sober, taught her to recognize the signs of her own arousal and sent her onward with the knowledge that acting on her desire or anyone else's was absolutely always and ever her own choice." At that, Phryne frowned slightly. "That seemed to surprise her. I do despair that her mother may have taught her her husband would have needs and she was required to oblige."

[st_illunsung]

"Her mother and the church," Jack agreed, but forbore to comment further. A similar belief might well have colored parts of his marriage, before the war - not on his side, as in this particular area he preferred enthusiasm to duty, but on Rosie's. After the war, of course, was a different matter.

[st_illunsmeared]

Phryne humphed at that, because Jack was, of course, precisely right, and Phryne had had altogether enough of the Catholic Church and Father Grogan for today. "I often wonder how she reconciles sex as duty with my enthusiasm for the activity. I did try to express that it's meant to be pleasurable without encouraging her to throw off the Church's other teachings on the subject. I do respect her faith, even if I don't share it."