[Open Moons Mingle Log] - Week 2

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: NOPE
Action: The Moons- Meat Moon, Booze Moon, I'm So Pretty Moon
When: 2/8-2/14

[Ding ding here is your mingle log for this week. Second verse, same as the first!]

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All Week [Accendo and Adsum]

[serpentis]

Accendo.

[You know what Dorian didn't need? More incentive to drink. You know what he got? More incentive to drink.

Most nights, he can be found at a bar before returning to a rented room.]

Adsum.

[Dorian's made a reputation for himself among the locals, and spends many of his days here, working odd jobs where he can find them, putting his mind to working on a reputation, anything to keep him busy, maneuvering himself around as if this were all just a great chess board.

He has to keep budy. If he does not, he has a moment to think about Arhen. He should contact him, he thinks, or...something. He's not certain what to do, fairly lost and confused.]

Accendo because we will just thread forever

[wolfuncaged]

[Of course Fenris is here, it's where he goes, as of an evening, and he often sees Dorian. Usually, he leaves the mage to himself, unless Dorian chooses to speak to him. But there's something...off about the other man.

Fenris isn't concerned, that;s what he tells himself. He just knows an upset mage can cause untold damage. That there could be a fire, or a lightning strike or anything of that ilk. These are the things he tells himself as he wanders over. ]

You are much quieter tonight.

[Irony, indeed, that Fenris has experienced this exact thing as Dorian, not that he knows it yet. ]

and I will accept this as my fate, gladly.

[serpentis]

I am...trying to find words, I suppose.

[Dorian laughs, bitterly, and takes a drink.]

I'm hoping they're at the bottom of my glass. I've been looking all night, but to no avail.

[It's true, he is quieter tonight. Dorian is usually a lively man, teasing and making conversation with whoever will listen to him. But tonight he just sits there, the face of Arhen Lavellan in his mind, and his voice echoing through his thoughts.

He should have done something, anything, but instead, he ran.]

Accendo

[cabbagedetective]

[Adachi has been meandering around Accendo for a little while now. Even after his first visit to the fabled "Booze Moon" with Crowley, he'd been anxious to return and explore it some more on his own. He had to admit, this was his kinda planet. What's not to love about a place that allows people to intake copious amounts of alcohol free of social judgment? Tonight, he decides to pick a bar at random.]

[Adachi sits down next to Dorian, not even recognizing him as a fellow fleet member. After all, Adachi is still new to the fleet, and thus he hasn't quite gotten to the point yet where he can tell by appearance if someone is part of the fleet or just another local. Admittedly, Dorian appears to be more clothed than many other Accendo civilians, which is why Adachi chose the seat next to him. This way he hopefully wouldn't stick out too much, as he was still wearing his detective duds.]

SHOWS UP 15 YEARS LATE WITH STARBUCKS

[serpentis]

[Dorian is drinking, and he's been at it for a good half hour already, so when the stranger sits down next to him, he offers him a smile.]

Good evening! Come to bask in my radiance, have you?

[He chuckles to himself.]

[aheroipray]

abeo jail

[ she just wanted some twelve-damned meat and popotoes!

but apparently her monk attire is "too flashy" and her hair is "vain". so, in the meantime, she sits in jail with a big pout--every now and then, she gives an aggravated grunt. ]

Honestly... I can hardly control the color of my hair. I certainly am not dying it! [ she sighs and hops off the little bench, wandering over to the bars and rattling them before shouting; ]

Being pretty is not a crime, Twelve preserve! I'll be sure to get off your moon if you'd let me go!

Not much excitement around here anyway.

adsum bar

--the equation for summons is completely different. The balance of aether has to be just right.

[ in different garb (arcanist) and with her hair down, allu writes in her book, particles of light surrounding her before she summons carbuncle, the blue creature sniffing at her book and looking around at the crowd around her. the crowd oohs and ahhs; there's something easy about being a warrior of light and gaining attention. she's not much of a spotlight hogger, but after a brief stint in jail, she'd like to enjoy herself.

... she'd also prefer booze. but, this bubbly fruity drink will also work.

of course, when she spots someone off the fleet--it's really easy to tell them from the natives--she waves them over. ]

Come now, I can't be the only one with a good story!

abeo

[twifork]

[Well. That seems unfair. She doesn't even dye his hair!

Ludger does, so he feels like he kind of deserves this. But she doesn't! Frowning seriously, he tries to decide what to do.]

Do you want to break out?

[aheroipray]

[ oh. she blinks and turns towards him, before pressing her knuckles against her lips. ]

Seems like the only fair option, truth be told... I know no one on this fleet.

closed to tek;

[parricida]

[He's more an assassin than a bounty hunter, but one adapts as one must. Besides, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying himself-- ever since the week began, he's been having more and more fun hunting down this smuggler and that, thrilling in the chase, the fear in his victim's eyes, the bloody fight and eventual conquering . . . it's thrilling, even if most are wanted alive.

Alive, yes, but not unbeaten, and so most are a bloody mess when Garak brings them in. He isn't, of course, because most of them are skinny things, hardly a worthy opponent-- but oh, it feels good to fight. It feels good to cut skin and smell blood and cause fear with only a smile. He's made a tremendous amount of money this past week, more than he thought he would--

--but now there's this target. Garak doesn't need to take him down, but he wants to. The man has a guard, a slim figure Garak recognizes, and oh, but his blood sings when he thinks of taking him down as well.

He waits until it's nightfall before approaching. The man has entered a bar, but Garak calls out before Tek can follow:]

My dear.

[heresyandlace]

[and Tek is out tonight for many of those very same reasons. he doesn't need the money. but he does need the activity, the chance to play, and this is one of his absolute most favorite games. every time he starts over somewhere new, this is always the mantle that he takes on first--usually hunting, but he's found that sometimes playing the role of guard means an even more interesting time.

he likes the thrill. he loves being underestimated, and he loves showing off. every once in a while, it's even a challenge, and those are often very hard to find.

so, when he hears Garak's voice behind him, he doesn't presume that they're both there for similar reasons... but, oh, he very much hopes.]

Oh... [when he pivots around to face him--so lazy about it, with hands in his pockets--he very quietly has his weight centered back on one foot.] ...What has you out this late? Looking for a drink?

[parricida]

Not quite.

[He takes a step forward, slow and deliberate, his own weight spread evenly between both feet. His hands are bare and free; his fingers twitch.]

I'm out hunting, in fact. Tracking down a rather notorious criminal. You wouldn't happen to know him, would you? David Crane?

[misconceived]

abeo

[ This place is more dreary than he'd like, but it also has a lot of useful cooking things and Chris isn't going to pass up the chance to stock up. Although there aren't too many fruits, there's roots and veggies and, of course, plenty of meats in all sorts. While he's there, Chris is also looking into any sort of esoteric shops he can find to look for some more... eclectic ingredients for his own perusal. Mandragora root, maybe? Eye of newt? No?

With at least some products in hand, Chris wanders the moon for any familiar faces or odd ingredients and he's not really shy about either. ]

adsum

[ Next up is vanity. It's more than Chris expects and better than he could have hoped for. After wandering around for a while, he ends up in an open-air library that's absolutely gorgeous: trees to lounge under, piles of soft cushions to nest inside or appropriate for other seats, tables of smooth, hewn stone where the studious can fill their minds. Best of all are the walls made of tall bookshelves two stories high with gaps large enough not to block the air or sun.

Chris himself is laying propped up against one of the more modest trees with a pile of books next to him. He's obviously skimming for the best thing to spend his time on, an obviously relaxed pose contradicting his usual state of always tense or lost in thought. ]

adsum

[ladiesss]

[Krista is going to be on this moon until the day she dies--or the day the Fleet leaves, either one. she wanders into the clearing, not seeing him around the gigantic stack of books in her arms. in fact, she walks right up to a table next to him, sets her pile down with a tired huff, and then--]

Gah! [nearly jumps when she realizes that there's someone laying down there.] --Oh, dude! I didn't even see you...

[misconceived]

[ Chris looks up at her, momentarily startled until he realizes what she's freaked out about and then laughs, shaking his head. ]

I'm kind of on the ground right now... and you're walking blind. Got enough there?

Accendo and Adsum

[selfperpetuate]

Accendo

[Alex is enjoying everything the moon has to offer, which is mostly booze and drugs, but he's also on the prowl to take advantage of people with minds too addled by drink or drugs to feed upon. He's hungry and he doesn't have Jordan close enough to be convenient, so he's going hunting just like the days before he was in a stable relationship.]

Adsum

[After he's decided to go marry Jordan, he's on Adsum shopping. Once he shared why he was there, he was getting a lot of attention from workers and the people milling around the stores. He's been dragged along to different places, getting his hair done and picking out fancier piercings than the ones he currently has in and then after a brief scuffle over what he was going to wear, he's looking at dresses and trying to find one that he likes.]

Accendo

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[heeeey, you know who's got a self-repairing liver and poor impulse control? this guy. he's been staying overnight on this moon a lot, and tonight is no exception. he's between bars when he picks Alex out of the faces on the street--changing his course immediately to go intercept him.]

He-ey, [really stretching out the syllable] look who it is! Junkyard Rat's out for a stroll without his boy.

[selfperpetuate]

[He was actually in the middle of stalking his prey when Robin comes up, so he's caught off guard not only by his appearance, but also the massive rush of emotions that comes along with. His eyes are still shielded by his sunglasses, but his fangs are visible, sticking out of his mouth and unable to be covered by his lips completely. It takes him a moment to respond thanks to being distracted by his hunger and the fact that Robin is looking pretty damn tasty right now.]

Well, well, if it isn't the jackass. My boy has better things to do than be with me all the fucking time. He's on another moon replacing some of his precious shit that got left at home.

all week [all three moons]

[everydayhero]

[Last week, any time anyone saw Hiro on the moons, he would have been talking very fast, leading the conversation, and moving on very quickly. He was acting like he had somewhere to be, and no-doubt would have left anyone trying to get his attention feeling like they'd just spoken to a whirlwind. Very disorienting stuff.

[This week is really no better. He's never seen in the same place twice, unless you sit still long enough to see him return to a place you saw him leave a couple hours ago, and then he moves on. Sometimes he's carrying a bag. Sometimes he's not.

[If anyone is watching him for a prolonged period of time, it's obvious that the entire time they've been docked, he's been running smuggling jobs (alongside legal transport jobs, sometimes).]

ADSUM | locked to Tek

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Abeo would have arrested Tek for looking too pretty, and there's no fighting allowed on Accendo... so Robin invited Tek out to a fancy corner of Adsum, the courtyard of an intellectual establishment that happens to teach fencing and a couple of other fancy fighting styles.

he told him to wear clothes he didn't love. just in case. we all know how this goes.]

[heresyandlace]

[he's indeed dressed down for the occasion, but you can hardly tell. he's managed to buy himself one spare outfit--and only one, because of just how much he paid for it. to him, it's casual-wear, but really... it looks exactly like what he usually wears to all but the trained eye.

and, of course, he takes his time. he wanders and explores the rest of the establishment for a little while before he finally resigns himself to the courtyard, and his waiting partner.]

Accendo + Adsum

[theboogieman]

[it's the dead of night, on whatever side of the moon you're visiting. that hasn't stopped its occupants from partying (or looking fabulous, in the case of the latter), nor has it stopped one particular vampire hunter from stalking around.

he can be spotted on rooftops, around alley corners, disappearing between buildings... but there's some guy with his face painted like a skull hanging around. big dark coat, glowing orange eyes, generally spooky and creepy-like. anyone who gets the chance to observe him may note that he's just... watching people, for now.

maybe that'll change if someone tries to follow him or say hello.]

[hellofist]

[As big as the marsiva had been, it still felt frustratingly small to Cass. She's much more at home racing over rooftops in the middle of the night, leaping from building to building and climbing up the highest monuments she might be able to find. She's got her cowl on to avoid being caught by any authorities, but that is her only concession to the rules of this world.

And really, she doesn't expect to come across anyone else using the rooftops this way. Tim maybe, if he was feeling rebellious, but even then she wouldn't have said he'd do it. When she spots another figure on the roof she's just landed on, she hesitates, slows to a stop and watches with an air of curiosity that shows through even though her face is entirely covered.]

I did that. [She motions to her face, then nods at him as she gets closer.] Used paint, when I didn't... have a mask. You'll need moisturizer.

[Accendo] 2/16 and forward

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[his situation is short and simple--he's still in an unusually good mood considering all of the horrible things that have happened, and he's still hanging out in bars on the Moon of Vice. Robin's a very chatty person, even when he's not drunk, so anyone from the Fleet wandering around is sure to catch his attention somehow.]

[idealistic]

[ bars aren't exactly a place he'd regularly visit, but Lloyd is an explorer and just so happened to wander into one as he was exploring Accendo. and wouldn't you know it, there's a familiar face! he'll just casually walk up to stand beside him with a smile, leaning forward so that he has a better look at him. ]

Hey! Got nothin' better to do?

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris spends a lot of his evenings in these bars. They provide him with alcohol, and people by and large leave him be, when he chooses to find a quiet corner to sit in. He doesn't notice Robin, at first, when he enters the bar and steps up to make his order. Perhaps if he had, he wouldn't have stepped into the bar at all.]