Traff Research Program, 2 [various times in Chirreb 4385]

[sythyry]

Mirrored from Sythyry.

Kantele

Me: “Kantele? Do you ever wish you’d been involved with another Rassimel?”

Kantele: “No.”

Me: “Just asking…”

Kantele: “I regret nothing that I have done. This is important to me. I wish to continue to regret nothing for whatever few years are left to me.”

I rather slunk out of the room, hiding under couches on the way. It’s not just Cani.

Umbers

Me: “Umbers? How do you feel about Herethroy? Sexually, I mean.”

Umbers: “We discussed this already.”

Me: “We did?”

Umbers: “I am particularly attracted to both-females. Not a terribly popular attitude, but there you go.”

Me: “Oh, right.”

Umbers: “I’m not what you call traff though. I’m what you call a libertine. I’ll do anybody for the right price … or I would have done, before I came here.”

Me: “Well, I’m more wondering what you do of your own free will.”

Umbers: “I hear we’ve got a lover in common nowadays.”

So the conversation degenerated into saying nice things about Arfaen, and me being confused whether Arfaen’s swearing off Herethroy includes Umbers or not.

Este

Me: “Hi, Este… could I ask a personal question?”

Este: “Yeah, the one about ‘do you like Rassimel’, right?”

Me: “Yes … how do you know?”

Este: “You already bugged Phaniet, she warned me.”

Me: “So…?”

Este: “I used to date Rassies. That was good. Now I’m ~married~ to Phaniet. That’s better.”

Me: “Wow, a definite answer. Thank you!”

Este: “Sure thing, boss.”

Inconnu

Me: “Inconnu? Are you ever interested in Orren?”

Inconnu: “Me? No! No, never, no! No, no way, not a chance, no way, no! No, impossible, I am offended, impossible, no!”

Me: “Really?”

Inconnu pranced out of the parlor, tail lashing angrily behind him. He knocked over an ottoman on the way out.

Within the hour, Inconnu and Arfaen snuck up on me, grabbed one of my legs in each of their hands, and carried me off to one of the more lockable parlors, and did Unspeakable Things to and with me. One of these Unspeakable Things involved jellied crabmeat. The others did not.

Which pretty much ended the research program, or started another one, depending on how one counts these things.

Conclusions

1. I’m definitely traff.
2. If I admit “libertine” as a category, I am getting a bit close to that, too.
3. Nobody on Strayway wants to explain their personal amatory choices to me.
4. Probably being very vocal about my prior theory, and making it the official theory of Castle Wrong, was somewhat of a mistake.

Comments

[redbird]

Even if you hadn't been that vocal about your prior theory, very few people want to explain their personal amatory choices. Even those few generally want to choose their own time and place.

You've been trying hard not to volunteer information about yourself and your choices—either that you had in fact slept with your cousin, or that you had found yourself attracted to a zi ri as well as to orren and other species of primes—that you've pushed everyone else to talk about their choices. If there's anyone on board you haven't had that sort of conversation with, stop now. Even if you have, stop unless you want to go to, say, Inconnu or Este, apologize, and tell zir that you're sorry you handled things badly, but you were awkwardly trying to lead up to talking about yourself and didn't think about how personal those questions were.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

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I have been, haven't I?

I daresay you're right.

[rowyn]

Maybe you should ask them about other primes they've known instead of asking about them, personally. >:)

[delight-in.livejournal.com]

But that doesn't make sense maybe for normal people all right but Castle Wrong is self-selected for their willingness to talk about who they're attracted to that's what the Castle's founded on practically. Being willing to say 'I'm attracted to these people even though some other people disapprove'. Why would they be all offended and stuff?