Stone's Throw

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, I might have a speck in my eye," says Cameron innocently. 

[Andreas Amell]

The statue does look perfectly unharmed; pine isn't a soft wood after all, and it had only fallen a few feet. It's still only half finished, perhaps a touch more than half, with the main shape of it revealed. The leaves for the tree are still just vague blobs of wood and most of the trunk is without texture. Excepting the first facet Andreas had been working on when Cameron arrived, the part with the tit. 

"Good, good, good," Andreas muttered to himself, stroking the three foot long statue protectively. The catfolk rallied himself, then carefully lifted the statue to return to his carving pedestal. "Oh. Hey Cam," he said, blinking rapidly with glazed eyes. Maybe he shouldn't take this high of a dose in the future...

[GamesMaster]

Cameron offered him a hand up. "You seem a little.... Maybe you and I should light up the old pipe and relax tonight. You can finish your sculpture tomorrow."

[Andreas Amell]

"Relax?" Relax? Relax! But I can see it so clearly! The leaves, the twigs, every whorl and nipple and twist of root. It's all right there, glowing behind the... the druft? No, that's not a word. Is it? Dross! Behind the dross, I knew that. "No no, I need to..."

He moved past Cameron, pace hurried, and set the statue back into place. "Chisel... where did..?"

[GamesMaster]

Cameron sighs, handing him a chisel. "Alright. But try to remember to eat."

[Andreas Amell]

"Mmhhmm, right, yes, promise Mother," Andreas replied absently, already hunched back over his project. "Food, yes. In a little bit."

[Charon Tethras]

Charon doesn't turn up for breakfast one morning; Don having a busy day, he sends his girlfriend up to wake him while he himself studies his daily briefing. So it's Nyessia who hears the soft, frantic whimpering coming from behind his door.

Alarmed, she whistles up her pet and opens the door, only to find a tear-streaked, whimpering Charon desperately stroking himself under the covers. Ah. This.

[NPCs]

Oh my. Hmm. How to handle this... Nyessia glanced back over her shoulder, then stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click of the lock. "Charon?"

[Charon Tethras]

He sits upright, wiping at his eyes furiously, shifting as though to hide the bulge. "I-- Nyessia, I, something's wrong with me."

[NPCs]

"There's nothing wrong," she replied gently, taking a few steps closer. "It's perfectly natural."

[Charon Tethras]

"No, it's not, I've never felt this way. All my dreams were-- and now I keep-- and it doesn't go away, even after I--"

[NPCs]

"Then this must be your first time," Nyessia realized out loud. "Oh dear. Hmm. You're merikos so... do you normally get aroused? Before today, I mean."

[Charon Tethras]

"Not really, but I have liked people before."

[NPCs]

"So you notice... women? But don't feel pushed to act?"

[Charon Tethras]

"I'm not a rapist or anything, I don't...." He lets out a low, frustrated whine.