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[heresyandlace]

Who: Tekhetsio and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide!
Action: Way-station!
When: Nebulously sometime after they're all back on their ships

→ network etc.

[aside from antics within the calibrations, Tek hasn't been seen much. on the Marsiva, he'd mostly holed himself up in his room, hiding from the rest of the Fleet as much as he could. and upon returning to his ship, he had slept for several days. but, apparently all of his hermiting has not been enough of an escape. so, after waking up and doing a little bit of spontaneous redecorating, he boards one of the shuttles (which he normally avoids touching) and wordlessly sets off into the darkness of space.

he flies far, and he flies without explanation. he gets as absolutely as far away as he can from his own ship and from the Marsiva. and while he does so, he logs onto the network and sends out a broadcast, calmly reciting something that has been haunting him for several weeks--]

--To see an almost certain horrible death... you know how crowds all sit at the edge of their seats, praying subconsciously for a spectacular accident--and then to be whisked away from it so suddenly--brought to the edge of tragedy, and then to have their better natures win out, showing them how much nicer they always knew they were... that was the supreme thrill.


→ and then on some way-station

[when he finally lands, it's on some nameless way-station. out here, he can at least pretend to be somewhere else. and to complete the illusion, he is wearing a completely different face and form when he exits the shuttle.

today, as Tekhetsio spends hours wandering the way-station and pretending to be interested in the automated shops, it is done as a woman. just as unnaturally flawless as Tek's male form is, the woman perusing the way-station's wares and lounging with a book in the plastic park is built to be gorgeous-- with long dark waves of hair and curves in all of the conventionally desirable places.

and she seems friendly, at least. she offers polite smiles to anyone who happens to glance her way, and slightly more inviting expressions to anyone who seems to be appreciating the view. because this girl likes being looked at, and isn't shy about making that fact very clear.]

Comments

[actsmagnificent]

What would you prefer? [ Having already established there's nothing worth looking at in this waystation, Haruka turns her attention to her companion. ]

[heresyandlace]

Out of what?

--Death by boredom, or some other means?

[actsmagnificent]

Or to see on a waystation. [ She's not picky. Just generally curious. ]

[heresyandlace]

A store with actual shop owners would be a step.

You know... people selling their own wares. Somewhere you could actually try on clothes, browse shelves... anything more than this, really.

[actsmagnificent]

Society. [ Haruka nods and stares off into space. (Well, not actual space. But it's probably closer than either of them would like, all the same.) ] The struggles of forced isolation, huh....

[ The less sense Haruka makes, the more attractive she looks. It is not fair. ]

[heresyandlace]

[it is not fair, and the dragon is certainly not complaining. she cants her head a little to the side.]

Are you very new, then? We've been to quite a few instances of fantastic civilization. It's just... been a while.

[actsmagnificent]

New enough. [ Aaaand she's back to Earth. Er. Waystation. Whatever. She offers a hand. ] Haruka Tenoh. I'll take your experience as a good sign.

[heresyandlace]

[that comment gets a good little smirk out of her. and she daintily offers her hand, like the lady she is.]

Kett. It is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[actsmagnificent]

How flattering. [ Haruka takes that hand and brings it up to her lips instead of shaking it. There's the slightest brush of skin against skin, and then she lets go. ]

[heresyandlace]

I'm only being honest.

[and oh-- she is just so charmed. it's those little things that make this all worthwhile. she came here to get away and pretend for a bit, and that's exactly what she's getting.]

I'm a very genuine person, you see.

[absolutely smirking at her own joke, there.]

[actsmagnificent]

I'm sure. [ Actually the verdict's out on that. But Haruka never let continuing to suspend judgment keep her from saying whatever the heck she feels like. ]

Which ship?

[heresyandlace]

The Pathstone. I am the captain there, actually.

[well, one of the captains. but she sure won't mention that fact. right now, it's her ship.]

And yourself?

[actsmagnificent]

Bishop. [ Haruka flexes her fingers, interlacing them and stretching. Maybe it's an unconscious reaction to sharing duties with somebody with hooves instead of hands, maybe not. ] Second pilot.

You captains should wear name tags. I keep neglecting to be respectful.

[heresyandlace]

I think most of us prefer to blend into the crowd. We wouldn't want to make anyone feel awkward, right? We might miss out on getting to know some fascinating people that way.

[...but really though. she kind of loves the idea of wearing a big shiny badge that demands respect. at least for a little while.]

[actsmagnificent]

Fair enough. [ This searching, amused expression did not miss the implications of that last sentence. ]

don't feel obligated to reply if this is too old!

[heresyandlace]

[yes, excellent. she loves all the little signs that they're both keeping up with each other's games. it can be so hard to find anyone around here even willing to play.]

And you've been assigned the role of a pilot, hmm? Is it one you're glad for, or is it something that you're serving unwillingly?

you're fine!! these two are interesting together

[actsmagnificent]

[ Haruka shrugs. Her full thoughts on piloting - on driving anything - would keep them here all day, so... ] It'd be more fun without a tether.

[ She continues her stroll around the waystation, open to accompaniment. ]