#mpwukong

@mpwukong

what a delightful day! the sun is out, the sky is blue, there’s birds chirping in the trees and chelsea is enjoying herself on a walk out in the park. sitting still has never been her forte, and with no one else in her apartment to talk to or do things with, she’d decided to go out into the green park she’d been able to spot from the corner of her window and get some fresh air as well as movement in. so far it’s been the best decision of her entire week here, though it’s only by a hair’s width that it managed to beat having two servings of fried food.

the peaceful sounds of animals, people and surprisingly little children are definitely a plus. though she thinks children are as adorable as the next person does, probably, she doesn’t really enjoy a multitude of them running around in her way and shouting loudly. it’s a normal thing for children to do, of course, and she would never get upset at them or their parents for it, but this kind of peace is precious in its own right, especially to someone who’s spent more time in a recording studio or concert hall than outside of one for the last ten years.

said peace is interrupted when someone suddenly comes a bit too close for comfort and she instantly turns her head to face them. years of having both fans and anti fans charging at her has made it so that her expression remains calm and friendly regardless of the spike of adrenaline that goes through her. the person approaching her, however, looks nice enough, perhaps a little hesitant, and so goddamn attractive once again that she almost wishes she was sitting down and had something to fan herself with.

asclepius general hospital with @mpwukong 

it has been a long time since she last did a proper round in the hospital, checking everyone’s names and charts. the staff luckily still knows her face since she's not been gone all that long this time and so she is granted unlimited access to every floor, every department and every patient. there aren’t many of them that she deems worthy of her help, though, most of them there due to their own stupidity and others just simply not deserving of an easier life, but there are a few she casually infuses with some of her healing magic, putting them well on the road to recovery.

when she is done with that, she almost just leaves, but then she decides she wants a drink, and who better to go for a drink with than an old friend?

so she sets for the director’s office. it isn’t long before she comes close enough to sense wukong is alone inside, so when she reaches it, she simply knocks on the door and then walks in without waiting for permission. she only pushes the door open far enough so she can stand in the opening and look over at the monkey king, her expression softening ever so slightly into a little smile.

For @mpwukong

Arriving to Wukong’s apartment, Aura had a pillow in one hand and a tote bag over her shoulder. When she had spoken to the God earlier in the day and shared her difficulties with the heating at her home, he had offered to let her stay with him. She was glad for it; as a child of sunlight, the cold made her uncomfortable and easily prone to sickness. And plus, sleep overs were her favorite thing.

@mpwukong​

Three doctors stand at the desk of the one and only; Camazotz, god of bats. Talking about a case he, surprisingly, hadn’t heard of yet. As someone who basically did most of the hospital director his work for him, he was a very well-informed assistant. Someone who was usually the better option to go to when you needed to get something done in Asclepius General Hospital. No, he wasn’t a doctor, in any sense. In fact, more closesly the opposite. He was terrific at accounting the dead, and at the incredibly rare occasion someone needed to have their body cut from their soul he could help you. That’s why he was so good at his job, it was analytical work and required swift decision making and problem-solving. Something a god who previously counted the dead and watched over the wandering souls to make sure they would go where they were supposed to had a knack for. How he came to work for an idiot director, now that was another story. Ah, a hospital. He had thought. What a wonderful opportunity for my skills to be put to good use. He had thought. His skills definitely were coming to use, more than he originally bargained for. 

“Ms. Oh, Mr, Park and Mr. Son. I am aware this is an urgent issue to you but we are a hospital. We have many urgent issues if I may remind you.” He said calmly but with authority. Caça had gotten up from his position at his desk calmly despite his demanding tone, one hand straightening down over his tie that hung from his neck. “I have, however, not been informed of this in any manner. I can assure you the director hasn’t either. Of course it is wonderful of you to come here personally but I’m also going to have to ask you to report this through the proper channels so we can accurately and swiftly deal with it and avoid misunderstandings.” He saw the doctors look at each other, knowing there were protocols to be followed. And that, as they called him Assistant Gam Seo, was rather rigid about protocols. “I’ll talk to Director Wu to see if he has time to see you right now” Rather, he’d force him to see them now in his presence. “so we can start looking into it. If you’d just wait here, please.” He pointed at some chairs by a glass table that was situated diagonally across from Caça his own desk. He’d do the doctors this much, so he himself could hear the problem first-hand and so they would relieve some of their stress so they could go back to work efficiently.

starter for @mpwukong​

King had SO much food, he brought paper carry bags filled with different types of food hooked all over his arms as he waddled along with his mountain of food. King had always been a big eater and when he found out that his lover the monkey king was also a big eater, it was a match made in heaven, they would eat everything he brought with him and still look for more in an hour or so. King had finished his shift at the firehouse late, as he was not one for dressing up he offered to take the shift the night of the summer Gala so the others could go enjoy themselves. He was now off and having stopped to pick up a tone of food he had arrived at the hospital. 

Walking in, one of the security guys helped him with the door, and he wandered down the halls careful to not run into anyone as he made his way to the monkey kings office. Wukong was the hospital director and so had chosen not to go to the party. When Wu had told him, King could tell he was a little disappointed, but to the Monkey, his sense of duty was strong and King respected that. So, King had decided to surprise his lover with a special dinner, he had said to Wu earlier that he was too tired from work and would just head on home after his shift. 

from here with @mpwukong​

It was a popular routine of hers and she’d perfected it. Red and gold lights, throbbing bass, airy melody, and elegant movements. Her long dark hair framed her face and shoulders as she expertly moved to the beat and swayed her hips to the melody. Adorned in a red and gold lace corset, tall golden stilettos, a bold red lip, and an enticing red garter belt set she moved along the edge of the stage. Offering all the patrons in the front a perfect view as she perfectly unlaced her corset and tossed it upstage to the beat of the song filling the club. Valentina moved and swayed elegantly, running gold jewelry clad fingers over her bare stomach and through her hair. Gold painted fingernails grazing over the red lace bra still covering her.

Eventually, she ended up sitting on a red velvet settee in the center of the stage once again - just as she had started her performance. After losing the bra, all that was left to cover her from the waist up were red pasties. She laid her back against the velvety upholstery, arching her back and lipsyncing in time with the music. Her hair splayed out onto the settee, spilling off the edge and she turned her head to the crowd. Lifting a leg and running a hand down its length, the lights glinting off her jewelry again as they made a path down her perfectly tanned, honey skin. A seductive and flirtatious smile graced her lips as she sat up, her thighs spread, heels planted on the stage as she ran her hands over her legs and arms.

The music began to slow as the set was slowly coming to a conclusion, she walked confidently up to the front of the stage. A spotlight of red and gold landing on her as she swayed and dipped her hips to the final beats of the music playing a crucial part in her performance. With a simple curl of her fingers to the patron directly in front of her and a wink, the lights on the stage were cut and her performance was finished.

@mpwukong 

to be very honest; she forgot wukong would be visiting. they did make the appointment, and she did verify it with him just a few days ago, and she vaguely recalls looking forward to it. that being said; she forgot.

so when her doorbell rings, she’s not exactly prepared for company. her hair is pinned up into a messy bun, she’s still wearing booty shorts and a crop top from when she’d decided she would go work out then ended up never doing it and there’s a wild buzz in her bloodstream. she opens the door with some hesitance, but the second her gaze fixes on wukong’s face, her expression breaks out into a wide, bright smile.

“hi! welcome! come on in!” she chimes brightly, opening the door wide and stepping aside to let him in. as he walks by her, she follows him with her gaze, as if mesmerised by the sight of him. it’s absentmindedly that she pushes the door closed again once he’s inside, stepping up to him. he turns back to her at some point and she smiles at him widely, watching the way his face shifts to return the smile.

everything seems to happen in slow motion, though really she’s moving at regular speed. she doesn’t stop walking after reaching the appropriate distance, nor does she move in to hug him like she might have done, like what might have been alright between them at this point. they’ve become rather good friends, after all, and she always looks forward to seeing him. today is perhaps not a good day, but it’s the best day at the same time.

her hands move up, taking hold of his face, pulling it down towards her. she doesn’t even bother with any other niceties or pleasantries or whatever else would be expected of her, but rather leans up, tilting her head and fitting her lips against his. and if it were just that, it might have been alright. unexpected, yes, but perhaps acceptable.

Wajxaqib’ B’atz’ - starter for @mpwukong