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Room 408, Saturday Morning
Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, rose out of bed this morning.

In much the same manner as he did every morning, of course. Shirtless and gorgeous, smiling broadly into the sunlight that shone through his window, outlining his perfect chest, his dashing smile, and, of course, that very same perfect chest that had been mentioned a moment before. It was a very nice chest. It deserved to be mentioned twice.

And, as he was also prone to doing each and every morning, without so much as bothering with a shirt (and why should he ever? It really was a lovely chest. Perhaps he ought to go for a walk to show it off, later today, despite it being December.), he made his way across his room, waved a hand to dismiss his doting servants, and reached for his guitar.

One couldn't be a stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star without practise, after all. Even if he needed no warm-ups and was always, always perfectly on-key.

[Open! I have no particular plans for Jono this weekend, and so if anyone wants to pop in and lather on the crack, I'll totally roll with it.]


2009-12-05 01:19 pm (UTC) (Link)

Since knocking on 407 hadn't done anything, Arthur found himself forced to turn to Merlin's neighbours to find him. (He had a good, annoyed rant ready about people who just take off out of bed in the morning and force their liege to search for them as if he was someone's dogsbody or something, and it would be terrible if it went to waste)

Ergo, he was knocking on the door of 408, annoyed, and perfectly poised.


2009-12-05 01:27 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, looked up from where he was playing, the knocking, of course, coming mere moments after he finished his first song. (Which, by the way, was perfectly executed, with full percussion, bass, and even a trumpet as accompaniment in spite of the fact that there was, of course, only Jonothon and his guitar in the room performing at the time.)

And he raised a hand, nodding toward the source of the knock.

One of his servants, naturally, scurried to answer, opening the door, looking Arthur over from head to toe (this involved a good deal of bending over in a rather skimpy French-maid outfit), and then stepped back to reveal Jonothon, still shirtless, basking amongst the many cushions on his bed.

"Greetings, friend."

The fact that he'd never spoken to Arthur in his life meant nothing. All were friends in the Starsmore home. Some... some were even more.


2009-12-05 01:30 pm (UTC) (Link)

Arthur had already began the process of opening his mouth to speak once the door started moving. Unfortunately, the state of Jono, the room, and the completely incongruous greeting made him pause right in the middle of said action.

He regained his poise a split second afterwards. "Quite," he said, finally. "Listen, I'm looking for your neighbour. Merlin. About this tall, giant ears, can't manage a step without tripping...?"

Edited at 2009-12-05 01:32 pm (UTC)


2009-12-05 01:36 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Merlin," Jonothon practically purred, mulling over the name for a moment. "Merrrrrlin..."

He held up a finger, and then quickly consulted with one of his servants in a hushed murmur before looking up at Arthur again, and giving his head a small shake that sent his perfect locks bouncing against the sides of his perfect face.

"I do fear that I know not of whom you speak," he replied, speaking, of course, as all proper British individuals do. With a lovely accent and only the most formal speech. "But, if he is one of my adoring fans, you might want to be at my concert, this evening. Anyone who is anyone will be there, you understand."


2009-12-05 01:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

Sweet mercy, the purring was disturbing.

Arthur felt the urge to back away slowly, but quelled it. No need to show cowardice in the face of one of Fandom's more... addled... inhabitants. "Oh, I understand," he said, his brow knitting together just a tad, "Leaving beside the matter of whether or not Merlin is strictly anyone-- he's been living beside you for at least four months. Come now. Surely you've at least seen him."

Arthur was the very personalification of British, and he smelled bullshit.

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2009-12-05 01:30 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jonothon was only next door. It was convenient, having a rich and good looking rock-star living so close. Jonothon was always fun and when she heard the music, she had to knock. But not before she straightened her blue dress and made certain her hair hadn't gotten messed up on her short trip.

Of course, it hadn't.

You really don't want to do that, Pounce had followed.

"What's up with you this weekend?" she shot back and shook her head. Ignoring him, she finally did knock.


2009-12-05 01:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, knew who was at his door this morning.

And, of course, he had time to finish his jarringly breathtaking guitar solo before going, himself, to answer the door, his servants waiting nearby in hushed, reverent silence, as was only proper when The Master decided to take such matters into his own hands.

"Good morning, Beautiful," he greeted, with a small bob of his head as he held his hand out toward her, intending to take hers, to kiss the back of it as was only proper. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"


2009-12-05 01:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Beka delicately put her small hand in his and her eyes unabashedly racked over his exposed chest. Rich and gorgeous. Could he be any more perfect.

"Why it's the weekend," she said, giving him her most lovely smile. She reserved those especially for her rich friends. "What better way to start it than to visit you, darling?"

The black cat behind her burst out laughing.


2009-12-05 01:53 pm (UTC) (Link)

A laugh which Jonothon, who was of aristocratic blood and similar poise, managed to ignore with a great sense of flair. As was only proper, of course.

He bent over to lay the most gentle of kisses on the back of her hand, and then straightened again, returning her most lovely smile with his most dashing. One couldn't be a rich and famous man without a dashing smile, of course.

"And I simply must agree. I can think of no better way to begin my weekend than in your lovely company, dearest."

The weekend in particular. Jonothon had excellent ways to begin each and every morning, most of them had different names, all of them were gorgeous, and a few of them charged by the hour.


2009-12-05 01:59 pm (UTC) (Link)

Beka didn't charge, but she came with her... price. What else would be the reason to let anyone pay attention to her? She didn't pull her hand back, more than willing to let him charm her further.

"You're a sweet talker," she told him with a giggle. She may have fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Does that mean you'll invite me in to your most secret sanctum?"

You're both making me want to cough up hairballs, Pounce complained.

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2009-12-05 05:36 pm (UTC) (Link)

Deirdre D'Infinité hesitated in the hallway before tapping. "Let me in, Starsmore, there are things we have to talk about!"

Things like their tragic, on-again off-again, relationship. Somehow she kept almost getting married to other people -- but that was hardly her fault.


2009-12-05 05:43 pm (UTC) (Link)

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, was in his room alone, when Deirdre tapped on his door.

We're not certain where his servants went. Don't think on it too hard.

"Deirdre, my love," why look, the door was already open and he was standing in it, shirtless and looking as glorious as he ever had, the sunlight casting a small halo of brilliance around his finely-chizelled silhouette. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your lovely company?"


2009-12-05 05:50 pm (UTC) (Link)

"You say that as if I can ever stay away," Deirdre said, crossing over to where she could almost embrace him but holding her arms back through sheer force of will. "As if you don't own me, heart and soul, you evil, dastardly man."

She seemed on the verge of removing her fabulously expensive ermine-trimmed dress and matching high-heeled boots off as she said this, so the insult probably did not carry much sting.


2009-12-05 05:56 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Evil and dastardly through no choice of my own, my love, my beautiful darling," Jonothon replied, in that throaty purr that was quite possibly the result of some greater power at work. His hands reached forward and crept up her sides, running with great care over the ermine trim of her dress.

It simply had to go.

"And with me, I shall see to it that you are never left wanting."


2009-12-05 06:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

[Due to extenuating circumstances, the part of Deirdre will now be played by Aishwarya Rai.]

She bit her lip. "Don't," Deirdre said, with no conviction in her voice whatsoever. "We can't -- you know my father wants me to marry one of the Skywalkers."

Somehow, in Fandom, it always came back to the Skywalkers.

She reached one hand up to caress Jonothon's.

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