Simply Irresistible

Michael gave his hair a quick brush, promised his stomach something to eat later, and decided it was time to go. The sun was almost up -- he stifled a groan at that thought -- and first shift security should be outside already. They'd be letting in the people working set-up and Michael and Jon needed to be down there to make sure everything went together smoothly. "Into the breach," he muttered to himself, and headed out the door.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Jon stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, watching it mist over as he exhaled and wiping it away with his sleeve. Okay young feller, he told himself. You can do this. Everything is organized all you have to do is supervise! Yeah, right, the devil in his head was quick to respond. And fix mistakes and find the lost, mend the broken, comfort, cajole and communicate with people. Afraid he was going to start hyperventilating if he thought about it any more, Jon girded his loins, picked up his pens, sheets and folders-stuffed haversack and, with one last look at the scared young man in the mirror, headed out to begin managing his first Carnival.

( ''I don't care if they have to hike in from Sedat, we are not going to fill every parking place within a kilometer with staff cars, so move them.'' )

Follows;
The Virgin Diaries. Part One.
The Virgin Diaries. Part Two.
The Virgin Diaries. Part Three.
The Virgin Diaries. Interlude: The Plot Thickens.

Jon wiped his hands down the front of his trousers again and checked the room over again. The butterflies in his stomach were the size of small trucks and that seemed due, in no small measure, to the fact that this day's event's involved two-fold planning. Guy and Jude would be here soon and Jon was understandably nervous.

( Firstly, it was HIS virginity going here and if that wasn't nerve-wracking enough... )

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Jon was in no particular hurry to be anywhere. Classes were done for the day and he was heading back to his room but taking his time about it and enjoying the stroll. He turned into the corridor that would lead him to West access and spotted a familiar blond head not too far in front of him. With a growing smile, he picked up his pace and called out, "Jude! Jude! Wait up!"
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Jon took a deep steadying breath, tugged down hard on the bottom of his new shirt and knocked on the office door. He'd been told to do so by the nice man he'd encountered on his way in, who was on his way out. It was nerve-wracking, meeting new people, he doubted that he'd ever get used to it and, in this case, meeting a new person for reasons he still wasn't quite sure of.
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Takes place a few hours after The Great Cafe Riot.

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Guy grinned despite himself as he knocked on Jon's door, backing up to lean up against the wall opposite, kicking up his foot and resting it against the wall. It was a few hours since the hullabaloo in the cafeteria, and he figured that Jon should be calmed down enough by now to talk about it. Well, maybe.
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In the empty chamber, Jude relaxed. The client had been easy to please and Jude had been more than willing to oblige him. He liked the pretty ones, and he had most certainly been one of those. Now he felt he needed a well earned break and slouched down lower into the cushions. It was time to chill out.

Wandering down the corridor of the Chambers, a place he'd never been before, Jon checked his com unit again, looking for the red dot that was Jude to turn to a tiny star, so he'd get the correct room. The com indicated that Jude's appointment was over, so he had no need to worry on that score, which was one piece of good news. ( Now all he had to do was work up the courage to ask what he wanted to ask. )

Who: Jude Law & Jonathan Rhys Meyers
When: Later on in the Masque. Jude is running a bit late. Too much primping…

Slinking over to the cloakroom, Jude shimmied off his jacket; almost floor length and midnight blue to match his shorts and mask, trying to stop it from trailing along the floor. He prayed to God that the cloakroom was still open anyway, and that the poor schmuck who had been roped in to manage it, had not gotten bored and abandoned his post in favour of a bit of sex somewhere. The room looked dark and Jude popped his head round, grinning widely as he saw exactly who had coat duty. ( ''Hey'' he purred, moving quickly into the room, ''didn't think I’d see you here tonight, even if it just is amongst the piles of coats'' )

Jotting down my thoughts certain helps to clear my mind and to clarify that which I do not yet understand. I must endeavor to keep abreast of my commitment to keep a record of my time here and post more frequently than I have been doing. ( Read more... )

Educating Rita Jon.

Jon raised his hand for the second time and, for the second time, let it drop to his side. Guy is a nice man, he told himself.

He won't mind!

But what if he's not alone in there?

Jon, stop it, he chastised himself. It's been hours, simply hours.

Surely he's . . . finished.

Taking a deep breath, he bought his hand up from his side and this time, he knocked.
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