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driftfleet2015-03-16 04:32 pm
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Look, we're Twinsies!
Who: Anyone aboard the good ship Three Twins!
Broadcast: Why not??
Action: So much!
When: All month long!
[sure there's a medieval funtime land out there to play in, full of adventure and real food, but what's been shakin' behind the scenes on Three Twins? the audience would love to know!]
Broadcast: Why not??
Action: So much!
When: All month long!
[sure there's a medieval funtime land out there to play in, full of adventure and real food, but what's been shakin' behind the scenes on Three Twins? the audience would love to know!]
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one of the rare times he's stopped back home, however, it's because he doesn't want to carry around his most recent purchase anymore. and while on board, he makes sure to take advantage of being in familiar, comfortable surroundings once again... and these two things combine strangely.
it ends up with him hanging around the helm, sitting in his comms chair, in nothing but his boxers, eating a bowl of featureless space-food... with strange things strapped to the lower parts of his legs.
...just another day on the Three Twins!]
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[ She looks happy to see him, and she's coming over to greet him, but -- what .. are those ... ]
Uh ... what is that on your legs?
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[he'd been lounging sideways in his chair, legs dangling over the armrest, but he kicks them up into a pinup pose at the question. as if they were fancy high-heeled shoes instead of... wooden things.]
Aren't they cool?
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[he sets his bowl aside on some screen that probably isn't supposed to have food near it, and plunks the wooden peg-feet down on the ground. then, slowly levering himself up as well as he can from a swiveling chair, he teeters his way up to... yes, they're definitely stilts.
there is now an elf standing two feet taller than he usually does, still in his boxer shorts, head ducked a little so it doesn't bump the ceiling of the cabin, wobbling proudly in place.]
--Tada!
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What are you going to do with those, exactly ... ?
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I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS WTF cries
I know this pain well!
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It's after taking a nap after he had done a job (an actual job, and boy had it been exhausting) that he passes by the helm, but not before catching movement out of the corner of his eye. He looks over, and there's someone munching away in the chair. It's kind of hard to tell who from this angle, though he certainly does notice the... legs?
Wut?]
... eh, what the...
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Hi...! [as he kicks up one of his stilt-legs a little... in greeting? he would probably wave properly if his hands weren't full of breakfast.]
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Uh, hi Nel..
[...yeah he's really at a loss for words here.]
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Aren't these cool??
[he kicks his legs again a little, showing them off. as if this whole thing is totally expected and normal. yep.]
WHEEZES I AM FOREVER LATE AS USUAL
...he pauses, opening his mouth and gesturing with his hand, as if he were going to say something.
...instead, he tries in vain to hold back an undignified snort.]
...I'm entirely certain that the story behind this little picture here is worth it, Nel, but I'm not certain if I want to chance it being mundane.
I AM LATE TO YOU BEING LATE
and then there are words and phrase structures that almost make an audible whooshing sound as they go sailing over his head.
it amounts to the elf staring at Dorian with surprised eyes for too many moments, before he finally gives up.]
...What?
NO I AM THE LATEST
[He clarifies, and smiles, sliding into his comms chair and kicking his legs up on the console, robes draping around him, and he's undoubtedly posing.]
How have you been, by the by?
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and with the way he's sitting sideways in his chair, with stilt-legs hanging over the arm of it, he's close enough to the way that Dorian is lounging that he unconsciously settles into much the same pose. except Dorian has beautiful robes draped around him, and Nel has stilts and not much else.]
Good. [as if he'd ever answer that question with anything else.] How about you? Been having fun on the planet?
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[He makes a small face when he says cozy, almost a smirk and a wrinkling of his nose, as if he were talking about something adorable and quaint.
He gives Nel a look, but it's only a look as he takes in the relative undress, and he raises a brow.]
I do feel overdressed for this conversation, relatively.
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Some nights he spends in the city. Too drunk to make it back and just enjoying sleeping on the ground when he can find a cheap bed that isn't a ditch. The night he does come back he's his usual happy self. Happy to chat someone's ear off if they're willing to listen about his day on the planet. The only thing he won't mention (put people are welcome to have seen him practicing) is that he's really good at the archery he's been playing at.
Only one day he won't come back QUIET as cheerful. Rubbing at his neck and wrists and with a pretty nice black eye to go with it. And is that lettuce still stuck in his hair?] Ow... ow... ow...
[Someone MIGHT have spent a night in the stocks for having been in the middle of a bar fight or something. He'll just moan his way to his bunk to rest his body after being stuck in the same position for awhile.]
(OOC: I plan to make a post later of Vash in the stock if you want to actually see him in it too!)
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But, once she sees him, and notices the black eye ... well. She gasps and runs over to him. ]
Oh, my god! Are you okay?
[ Even if she does find him obnoxious sometimes, he's still part of her crew! ]
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[ She's running around to block him from the bathroom ]
You're hurt. Let me take a look.
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But it is sore and tender. So expect him to yank back yelping and crying like a child if she touches it.]
Locked - 3/28
[Going all at it at in Mario Kart.]
[So on Saturday night, Allen headed over to Ino's personnel room on the Three Twins with a game system he bought on a previous planet and is working on getting it set up. He brought some cookies (several different kinds as it seems like Ludger went a bit overboard this past month) and a jug of soda from the Blue Fish's dispenser since apparently Ino's kitchen has NOTHING.]
Almost done... [No the thought of the tiny kitchen is still concerning him. Why is it so small? Is the crew eating okay? How have they gotten by for so long?] Do you think Hiro and Tadashi are bringing snacks too?
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SORRY THEY DONT HAVE A LEVEL THREE COOK KITCHEN OK???? ]
I don't know ... I didn't ask them to? I got some popcorn, though.
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I guess I'm just surprised. I thought your kitchen would be bigger by now.
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[But whatever. At least it sounds like they're changing that! He finally finishes hooking up the game system and pulls away from it]
Ah! There! It should either be all set to play or explode now!
[He's likely joking on that last part. Likely]
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