Look, we're Twinsies!

[catamite]

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!]

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[catamite]

[Nel has not been around. ever since touching down on the planet, he has more or less lived in the city--spending each night in either a rented, shared, or nonexistent bed. it's suited him just fine, for the most part. maybe he's needed the time away.

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!]

[ino]

Nel!

[ 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?

[catamite]

Oh!

[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?

[ino]

What ... are they, exactly? Stilts?

[goldenglasses]

[For once Vash is wearing something other than his under armor, jeans, and his bright red coat. Instead sporting something that fits in with the theme a bit better.

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!)

[catamite]

Here, watch...

[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!

[ino]

[ She can't help but let out a small laugh at how proud he looks at them ]

What are you going to do with those, exactly ... ?

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna doesn't make much of a habit of being on the ship when it's docked either; any excuse to have his feet on solid ground is a good one as far as he's concerned. He's trying to save up money, though, and that means inevitably coming back to the ship to sleep at night. Something he can now do without feeling anxious every time he got back on the ship. He knew two of the other four people on the ship already, and was particularly close to one of them. In short, he's not regretting his decision to transfer ships at all.

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...

[catamite]

I don't know... [like he'd thought that far ahead.] ...Reach tall stuff, I guess?

I just thought they were cool, and the guy had them on sale. I think he just wanted to get rid of them.

[also starting to lose his balance just standing there, so CLOMP CLOMP he stomps a couple awkward steps to the side before he catches himself again.]

[catamite]

[oh--hey! he swivels the comms chair a little toward the door when he hears a voice--sitting sideways, legs hanging over the arm of the chair, he moves just enough to be able to see who it is.]

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.]

[ino]

[ Instinctually reaching out to catch him, just in case he does fall -- ]

... You might need somewhere with a little more space to practice using them.

[catamite]

[--whoop! luckily, he manages to catch himself before anything that drastic happens, though his arms pinwheel a little in the air.]

Yeah, I was using them on the way here... it's way easier when you're moving around instead of standing still.

[and clompclomp he starts to demonstrate, marching around the tiny bit of space on the bridge.]

[ino]

Yeah, I can see that ...

Well, glad you like them, either way. [ Even if they seem ... pretty useless ....... ]

[ino]

[ Ino's up late, hair down, pajamas on in order to grab a drink of water from the kitchen, so it takes her a moment to figure out who the heck is moaning and groaning their way through the ship.

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! ]

[catamite]

[these will go into his collection of good money-spending choices, along with his feather boas and dangly earrings.

...and if he can't afford lunch later, there won't be any mystery as to why.]

I think they're pretty cool... I've always wanted to be taller!

[and he hams it up a little, now that he has an audience--straightening up as tall as he can without losing his balance or bumping his head on anything. he flexes his arms and everything, pretending to be a big strong man.]

[ino]

[ giggles ... Nel, you're cute ]

Wow, look at those muscles.

[catamite]

I bet that's your type, huh.

[really grinning now, lapping up the attention. he's just short of waggling his eyebrows at her.]

Big strong guys?

[ino]

[ LMFAO NEL. She just gets a little knowing smile on her face]

Depends on the guy.

[not_mafia]

[Oh, it's Nel! That's... not what he expected??]

Uh, hi Nel..

[...yeah he's really at a loss for words here.]

WHEEZES I AM FOREVER LATE AS USUAL

[serpentis]

[Dorian's wandering about, and he decides to check on in the other Twins, so here he is. He walks in, heading to his comms chair, and...

...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.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash flinches, having hoped most of the crew would still be asleep right now. He laughs like nothing is wrong as he usually does while reaching up to try to cover up his eye. A motion he's hoping looks like he's just pushing hair out of his eyes.] HAHAHA! Me? Never better! Guess I just got a little carried away at the bar! Are they called bars here? Taverns? The tavern! HAHAHAHAHA! Think I better get to bed now! [Unless she tries to stop him Vash is going to attempt to turn around quickly and head to the bathroom to wash some of the vegetables out of his hair.]

[catamite]

[he laughs, which makes him wobble for a second. whoops!]

...That's a yes, isn't it?

[catamite]

Did you see what I got in town?

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.]

I AM LATE TO YOU BEING LATE

[catamite]

[Nel is halfway through a bite of food when Dorian starts talking, and Dorian is halfway through his sentence by the time that Nel is looking over and starting to catch up on it.

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

[serpentis]

I'm curious, don't get me wrong, but I'm afraid the story might disappoint me.

[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?