Calem is soaked after his own dunking. Yet it was invigorating so he gets back in line. He also enjoyed the thrill of seeing someone else's face fall, sad they won't get that bonus Crown for not reaching their 3rd miss.

He tries his best to line up the shot and hurl. Will skyler dross get her 3rd miss...?

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As always, jayden cross pleased with his answers.

Cat and mouse, chasing each other. One swipes the claws and the other darts out of the way. Their speech patterns were so rehearsed. All about seeing who would break first, who would toe out of line, who would give up.

This is why Calem likes Jayden.

"They certainly are." Calem is easy to agree, meeting Jayden's eyes. His own gaze is piercing. He won't be frightened away by the other any more than Jayden will give him an inch. "I heard rumors of experimentation. I had assumed maybe something like that?"

A small jab. Calem tries to peel deeper, wedge his nails under the skin and tug. He wants to see how Jayden responds.

There is a soft acceptance. Calem feels like a predator dragging his hunt back to his den. We chance the scene.

His penthouse is on the top floor. In the fancy part of Lilycove, the rich part of Lilycove. His key-card slides through the locks to get inside the building and gold filigreed elevator brings them up top. It's quiet this evening between them. A lock in the door plus a pin code to enter his place- something mint frost would need to remember in the future. If he ever came over again.

The soft tinkle of running water greets them when the door is open. It smells like lemons and chocolate undercut with something clean. It's blue, lots of blue, paired with dark colored browns and the occasional cream. His place is huge inside, just the living room alone. A waterfall is used as a wall, failing to hide the stairs behind that lead up to his room. Even in the darkness it shines with the lights of the city outside.

A massive window overlooks the city proper and the ocean.

Calem steps inside and turns up the lights- having a dimmer rather than a switch. It makes a hung hoop decoration above shine and cast off small specks of rainbow light from the crystals it's studded with.

"Please, have a seat anywhere you like." is offered, kindly, and Calem moves over to a small bar half hidden along the indent of a wall. "Would you like something to drink?" Many rich and expensive alcohols sit behind him- but there is a mid sized fridge full of non alcoholic as well should Mint choose that.

"The painting is there." He nods his head to a wall with a large television. Calem presses a button and the wall shifts, hiding the television inside and revealing the piece of art in question.

It's not fully finished which may be seen as unusual. A field of sunflowers. No name on the canvas. From where Calem stands, he leans on the bar and sighs.

"Isn't it lovely? I got it as a gift. No name, no idea who created it. Not even finished... but its breathtaking. The melancholy is palpable when you look at it."

"It's beautiful." Calem thinks of the piece hanging in his living room. The very showpiece of his home; the whole decor of his living room was selected to make the painting stand out.

mint frost's hand is more than welcome. Calem's face softens as he tangles his fingers with the other's, squeezes his hand gently.

"If you'd be willing." There is a slight flush there, as if what Calem is asking is clandestine. "I don't make it a habit of taking pretty men home with me." A truth and a lie. Calem never took his partners home with him- they got hotel rooms and other impersonal spaces.

Calem looks over @artemis once again before nodding to himself.

"You're free to stay a while." It was not kindness that dictated this. "My office is upstairs. Would you care to join me for a cold drink?"

Motioning to one of the workers, he passed off his clipboard to her before stepping back. It would give the other the chance to either refuse or comply. Whichever he chose.

"Ah, where are my manners? I'm Calem Pollet. It's lovely to meet you." His hand was offered to shake.

A small shake of the head.

"There was one I was interested in vaguely, once upon a time. Potential was there for something deeper, but it always felt stifled." And that particular artist hadn't made anything in a long time.

But, Calem wasn't here to chat about the Fisk family. mint frost proposes a interesting question to him.

"Well...." There is that temptation to lie. Calem could talk about art and all it's merits for hours. Even from things he didn't like. While this particular marble piece of luciano fisk's was not his favorite, any good critic could point out what worked about it as well as what didn't. It would be so easy to pick out a piece he thought that Mint might like and talk it up.

Some how he didn't want that. Not this time.

"The things here are all lovely in their own way." Is what he finally answered with, pausing to glance over at the other. "But my absolute favorite piece is back in my home. It makes all of this-" A brief motion around them. "Look cheap and commercial."

"Of course." Is answered back smoothly. Calem finally looks up from his fiddling to grin at the other, showing teeth. Almost sweet but a tad too prickly. His Hatterenne appeared by him just a moment after the Gallade. Covered in scars, she smiled in the sweet and false cadence as her trainer.

The clock ran over.

On the screens, League officials were kicking down the doors. Their lips moved as they shouted orders to each other. At least seven on each side; quite the match up for the two of them.

Calem pressed a button his contraption and smoke filled the rooms in question. The fire alarm started to shriek, raining down on the confused officers.

A moment later, most of them started to move strangely and sluggishly.

"That will slow them down long enough for us to dispatch them." Not stop them completely, sadly; most of them were smart enough to come in with heavy clothing and gas masks. One could only do so much against the terrible chemical cocktail he had come up with.

"I'll follow your lead."

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Calem takes no pity on a one armed man. He does his best to hurl that ball. Gotta try his best to dunk someone.

We shall see if his aim is true.

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Diving seemed a much better choice of activity than anything else. Plus, there was always the chance to find something interesting.

He's glad his swimsuit is a body suit as he sinks into the cool waters.

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Calem had never ridden one of these things before in his life.

So why not try and do some of the hardest tricks?

A lot of people seem to be trying to Magikarp Splash, but he will try... Over the Gyarados. That seemed a lot more likely to happen with his abysmal skill than the other one.

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Calem is here more for obligation than choice. Yet, the promise of later seeing mint frost does sweeten his attitude. Vivid Silk Gallery was helping to sponsor this event, after all, so it only made sense for the owner to try and rub elbows and raise more money. Shame he didn't care about the cause.

An Arcanine strides beside him as he does his own runway twirl. She is massive and muscular, fierce and scarred, looking more like an attack dog than a friendly pup. She eyes the gathered crowd with malice but keeps close to her Trainer's side; the fiery orange of her fur works nicely with his hair, pulled up into a ponytail to beat the heat.

His own swimwear is more modest, looking more like a dad on the beach. A full body black swimsuit with a button up shirt over top, open but with a vibrant red and cream pattern of flowers. Sunglasses rest atop his head and plain flip flops. He carries a tube with him.

When it's his turn to pose, Calem simply smiles sweetly at the gathered crowd and does a small and fruity twirl. Then he gives a polite little bow and turns to make his way back. Had to make room for the next contestant, after all!

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outfit

👑 CROWN TRACKER

GENERIC CROWNS

• completing a thread set during the splashfest

MANTINE SURFING

• achieve 1000 total points.
• achieve 4000 total points.
• achieve 10000 total points.
• perform all tricks once and successfully.
• successfully perform a MAGIKARP SPLASH.
• earn the most amount of points.

CLAMPERL DIVING

• roll 1. (repeatable)
• roll 50. (repeatable)
• roll 100. (repeatable)

SWIMSUIT CONTEST

• participate in the contest.
• win the contest.
• fulfill particular prompt.

DUNK TANK

• dunk another character.
• survive three dunk attempts while on the seat. (repeatable?)

TOTALS

• 2 Crown
• 1 Pokeball dunk tank
• 1 Devolution Stone dunk tank

The door opens.

What @artemis would find is that the Gallery is bustling. While technically not open to the public currently, people travel back and forth with purpose. Carefully carrying works of art, cleaning, packing things that have been purchased up to ship. There is a receptionist desk, complete with colorful pamphlets about the pieces currently displayed laying out in neat piles. No one is there, however.

He has a few moments to peace to enjoy the cool air before he's seized upon.

"Are you here for the luciano fisk?"

Calem steps out, business suit on and reading glasses on his face. A clip board is in his hands, some paperwork being filled out and passed along.

He looks up before raising a brow, not bothering to hide his assessing look of the other.

".... Or, perhaps, you just wandered in from outside?"

At least Calem smiles as he asks.