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[tech-kingthomas]

Thomas was exhausted at the end of the day.  The prolonged blindfold and ear plugs made him feel delirious, that time was going so much slower and the sun was still beating down against his naked skin.  It was horrible, and he couldn’t wait until it was over, and he could crawl back to his home, to his office, and sleep it off.  Magic the pain away.  And a little part of him felt so guilty about that, because these slaves he was standing side by side with were going to be left in the cells.  Would they be allowed to heal?  Will their curfew still be so strict?  It was all unfair.  All he could do was sit and wait here, wait for the day to end.  For most of the morning, he was doing such a good job at not mentally reliving his own slave days, when they’d throw the slaves up for these punishments - though, this was more creative than he could remember, he had to give credit for that - and hopefully, soon, he’d really be able to put it to rest in the back of his mind. @emmanuelxreyes​

[tech-kingthomas]

Thomas kept odd waking hours.  He would usually wait until the last possible minute to get anything done, or to just do anything, period.  It was crowded in daytime, with classes starting and he had to spend most of those days on call, waiting for someone to inevitably need some sort of tech help.  The first few days of school this semester were incredibly taxing.  Which is why the witch preferred to keep to himself as much as possible otherwise, opting for the evenings when slaves were in their cells and most of the masters were at home or in their own businesses.  He had a few pitstops to make before the day was done, and as he walked back to the suites - still pissed that he couldn’t seem to make up his mind on his own home - he saw a girl on the sidewalk, looking confused.  Or maybe that was just his own judgement projecting onto her.  “Are you supposed to be out here?” he found himself asking.  Just his luck, to have to be witness to a student out unsupervised.   @deathxxbecomesxxher​

[tech-kingthomas]

The witch was a loner, through and through.  He was the last survivor of his family, who were long dead after he pushed himself to the brink of life for so long, until he found the magic required to keep himself alive for so long.  You didn’t get by for almost two centuries alone by being touchy-feely.  Sure, it got lonely, but that was the price to pay, is what he always convinced himself.  He must have hit a breaking point here, though, because all he wanted was some sort of warm embrace.  For his bed to not be empty for once.  The first person he found he approached, unabashedly, not at all like his reserved, shier self.  “Are you having a nice evening?” he asked, barely waiting to hear the answer before continuing:  “Would you spend the rest of it with me?” @thaliaxmoore​

[tech-kingthomas]

Anonymous asked: MASTER

“Slave!” he barked in their direction.  Thomas had never revealed to anyone here his prior status on this island, at this place.  He never would admit it, but he always had thought that was a sort of weakness in him.  It was his own poor choices that landed him there for the first time, in the first place.  No one to blame but him and his bad investors.  Now, though, he couldn’t understand for the life of him why he never bothered to flip the script - it felt good to be on this side of the aisle, the one who was commanding, not the commanded.  “Why haven’t you knelt at my feet yet, or asked what you could do for me?” @rowanxaubri​

[tech-kingthomas]

Anonymous asked: INFOMERCIAL

It was almost comical today and if it were anyone else, he would have found this all hilarious.  In his office, he had an old poster of Murphy’s Law and Other Rules, which boiled down to:  something that could go wrong, would.  It was a tech engineer’s favorite and most frustratingly accurate saying.  This morning was very difficult - he hit his head on a door frame, one he knew he was short enough to pass through.  His coffee pot caught fire, he put salt into it instead of sugar, and the mug handle snapped completely off the glass.  Fine, no coffee today, so he found himself seated outside one of the cafes on the island and luckily, it seemed when someone else made a drink for him it turned out fine.  An iced coffee was hard to fuck up.  He just wanted to sit and relax in the sun, and when he saw a familiar face coming around the corner, he lit up.  “Jude!” he smiled, waving, then the annoying happened - the back of the chair snapped off and he fell back, barely catching himself on the window ledge.  “Goddammit!” he swore, slamming his hand into the table... which then broke right in half.  A stiff smile formed on his face, as he looked up at the woman.  “So what’s new with you?”

@heyxmissxjude​

[tech-kingthomas]

Anonymous asked:  NUDIST

When he lived in California, Thomas had gotten wind of a nudist beach one time.  Someone called it a colony once, but he didn’t know the difference.  He went once after someone at the office recommended it, but they didn’t tell him what he would find there.  Maybe it was because at that point, he had already been to the Institute and had to get acquainted with lots of nudity quickly, having to get past any of his old-timey sensibilities, as he heard it described to him once.  Thomas himself liked clothes, he liked being comfortable.  Even in the privacy of his own home, there was a concern someone would pop in unannounced or teleport into his space somehow, maybe seeing something they wouldn’t want to.  

Today, though, in the midst of all this insane magic, he couldn’t be bothered.  Maybe he was just over it all, frustrated after weeks of nothing working at his job or at his suite.  He was dependent on magic, wasn’t he?  He wanted to take a walk, liking the peace the night brought on the island, and had a different appreciation for the warm breeze now.  

There was a woman across the street, though.  Staring at him.  “Hello?” he called, curious if he knew her, if it was another instance of a slave out past curfew.  “Are you allowed to be out here?”

@littlexlilim​

[tech-kingthomas]

It was a nice evening, he supposed.  It was really the first time he’d been out and about since arriving on the island a week or so ago.  He’d kept to himself on purpose - the less people knew he was there meant the less people there were to bombard him questions about their technology.  It gave him time to get situated in his office, get reacquainted with the memories that flooded back from the island, and allowed him some time to slack off after traveling from California.  Not that it was crazy far, but he could use a little break.  Now, seated along the sidelines with slaves rushing back and forth delivering drinks, soft music playing throughout the space, he watched as a young woman approached him and he gave her a kind smile.  “If you’re asking me to dance, you should know I’m a horrible dancer,” he said.  “If you don’t value your toes, then I can.” @fayeth-araven​

[tech-kingthomas]

Thomas was the type of person that liked to socialize for a few hours, then he was ready to head out.  Except this time, he had to force himself to stay a little longer, just in case things took a turn.  He didn’t want any of these poor slaves blindsided, but he was certain by now it was to be expected with some of them.  Thomas was seated a little ways away, taking a smoke break while the music filtered in from the dance floor, ruining the fresh air a bit but he was far enough away where it wouldn’t be too horrible.  He heard some footsteps and glanced to the side, taken aback from the pink hair that came into sight.  “Sorry, is the smoke bothering you?” @ashxromero​