Simply Irresistible

"So, doing the pony rides, huh? Any chance we could talk you into doing the Robin Hood-esque costume again? It was really quite special- I think the kids would like it," Stephen said, trying to keep a straight face.
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Guy held the door open for Jon to get through with his overnight bag. The 'smart' glasses were good, but the shades of black and white they gave him were a little off and so Jon was a bit disoriented, though not too badly. Still, he was grateful for a chance to sit down, while Guy's promise of a 'cup of something and some cookies at his' was a minor godsend. With his bag safely stowed down beside his chair, Jon turned his head and looked at Guy over the top of his glasses, the myriad colors that blazed before his eyes almost blinding him. "I'm so happy to be home." he grinned. "Hospitals suck!"
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[Takes place not long after 'The Offer.]

( 'What's it like?' Jon asked, leaning forward in his seat. Color, I mean?' )

Michael,

This is proving to be far easier than I had anticipated, I must say. Much of the structuring for bringing together all the needed components for a successful carnival is contained in the folders HRH gave to me and I am following it, may I say, religiously. [A small joke]

The permits arrived today and all is well there. In addition I have been through the list of Palace-associates and some of the emails I sent out have already been answered in the affirmative. How is the list of preferred clientele coming along?

All the responses so far indicate great excitement and a lot of enthusiasm and I was forced to contact Billy down in the basement area prematurely, as donations of goods has started long before I thought it would. He has kindly set aside an empty storage room for us.

The Carnival Workers Association got back to me and the dates I proposed are fine with them. Set up of the rides over in the Royal Park will commence on schedule, three days prior to our date and, weather permitting, will be finished in plenty of time.

Security is also coming together, despite a fair amount of grumbling. Mr. Sutherland has been given the job of co-ordination, so if you have anything you need to talk to them about, he's the man to contact. He told me this morning that they have ordered seven more Insta-scans which will be installed on each entrance and exit, the flow of foot traffic around the grounds ensuring that all carnival guests will pass through the scanners multiple times. Can't be too careful.

That's all for this report. I'm hoping to get busy on creating an electronic sign-up sheet for staff and residents in the next few days and I'll be sure to let you know before I post it.

your servant,
Jon.

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Jon was nervous. No, Jon was awestruck and nervous, palms sweating, the hair on the back of his neck standing to attention and his pupils highly dilated. He knew this because he could see his reflection in the polish on the desk as he addressed himself to the man behind it.( Read more... )

[Directly follows The Virgin Diaries- Part Four.]

Guy groaned, scrunching his face up as the light shining through the window onto him pulled him out of sleep. I was having such a good dream...Jude and I fucked Jon, and things were all better again, and that talking cat in a cage finally stopped sassing me... he complained to himself as he rolled over, his eyes opening slowly, then going suddenly wide, a smile breaking over his face. ( *Guess two out of three 's not too bad.* )

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Moving down the hall as fast as his legs could carry him, Jon opened the door to his room and shot inside, slamming it shut behind him.

Phew!

He knew from having Guy’s schedule on his com that his friend was otherwise engaged, but knowledge had little to do with nerves and his nerves were shot to hell this morning!
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Jon skipped across the hall and knocked on Guy's door. He'd been waiting anxiously for a 'decent hour' so he could disturb his friend and he bounced on his heels while he waited for the door to open. When it did, a sleepy-looking Guy blinking out at him, one hand on the doorknob and the other pushing through his sleep-mussed hair, Jon beamed. Launching himself through the opening, he wrapped his arms around Guy, lacing his fingers behind his head and hugged him hard. "Morning." he crowed.
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Follows this.

"C'mon then," Guy said airily to Jon as he guided him off the tram, taking a deep breath and heading towards the open-air market that extended down the street a few blocks. "This is a great place to pick up a few shirts- we can get something fun and individual at the same time, see what suits you. Plus, they're all really well made- so they'll last a long time, but not in the, 'Dear God, why won't you die?' way that Teflon clothing of you've got now does."
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Jon sat back in the hard plastic chair and smiled at nothing and at the world in general. He was happy, no, he was incredibly happy, everything was finally coming together for him and he felt like he wanted the whole planet to share in his joy. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, feeling as if he was radiating, beaming . . . sending love and joy to the universe! There was no better feeling in the entire world!
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