driftfleet | pub crawl o'clock

Tell me where to go and how to get there and my company is yours.

You gotta get to the Iskaulit. Take a shuttle and you can hop over.

That easy, huh.

Well, name a time. Don't know it well enough that place should matter, but you might be waiting a while unless there's a conveniently placed map somewhere for it.

Nah, I've been here a while already. A little more won't hurt. It'll be the place all lit up.

Well, let me put on my boots.

No better time than the present, anyway.

I'm in the corner. See if you can find me.

You're making this sound like it's going to be harder than I thought. Not sure how long the travel takes, so give me a bit. ;)

[ Her whole philosophy on this is what the hell, why not right now. There aren't exactly many options and allying oneself with someone in the same predicament is never something to scoff at. Maybe it won't work out, but even if it begrudgingly manages to, it's better than not at all. This will give her a chance to dig up some information more casually and explore another ship, although this one seems to be available to all and not have a specific crew.

It's interesting, to say the least.

Jill does exactly as she says, puts on her boots, but leaves her shoulder holsters and pack behind, opting to only carry on with her hip pack and the little compartments attached along the way (though empty of weapons as they would not have been any other time). She's going to try to see if she can modify where she typically keeps her BSAA communicator to fit along her shoulder for the device they use here, but that's going to take time and a little finesse that she's not feeling right now.

On board the shuttle, she manages to not get nauseous (more over the concept of space travel like this than not having sea legs, so to speak) and begins to wander the Iskaulit, looking for a bar. Jill takes note of the places she passes along the way, but doesn't allow for distraction. Eventually, she finds the place she assumes she is looking for and enters with both confidence and tentativeness at the same time. Eyes scan and her company, indeed, is in the corner, though she's not quite sure if that's who she's set to meet. So, she moseys on up and holds out a gloved hand. ]

Jill Valentine. Think we spoke over the... thing?

[ Eloquent introduction, Jill. ]

[ For now, Zaveid is content to find whoever wants to keep him company and drag them around until he's drunk enough or bored enough to head back to his ship - hopefully to avoid the waiting arms of one of his crew. He's not sure what any of them would say if they caught up with him now and he's not in the mood to deal with anything from any of them, especially not someone like Sorey or Dezel. They have the ability to make him feel guiltier and guiltier as the days go on, and he doesn't want that.

He's leaning back in a corner booth when she arrives, his hair almost a mess around his shoulders, the remains of an attempt at a ponytail sunk down to the very bottom. He's as shirtless as ever and his legs are draped over a few chairs - but he glances up when he hears a voice, his eyes flickering open as he stares at her hand.

Huh. Interesting. ]

The name's Zaveid. [ He reaches out and takes her hand, the belts of leather around his wrist shaking as he moves. ] Nice to meet you. Have a seat and a drink.

[ She's not quite ready to get completely drunk herself yet; control is something to savor, even if it's limited by choice and some amount of enjoyment (hopefully) along the way. She'd only found herself perusing the memories of a few people and to her knowledge, hadn't had her own invaded, but... It's still something to be cautious about. Whether she'd been here longer than a little while or not, it's still something that can tarnish someone's view of you the same way that people overall may judge by an appearance. It's a visceral reaction.

She wasn't expecting some shirtless lush, but she'll take the company she can get, admittedly with a bit of an amused laugh in return to her greeting.

(What the hell, why not, indeed.) ]

Hey, Zaveid. Seems I was right on the money then. [ She clasps a hand tight rather than shakes it, though there's no struggle for her to be commanding of the gesture and overtake it. Jill sidles in with the invitation, taking to the edge and a scoot or two rather than fully inside of the booth or a more cautious dip just barely into it. ] Likewise. What's available here, anyway? I admit I'm a simple beer or rum and coke kinda gal.

[ He might seem a bit like a lush - and play up to the role more often than not - but he's far more savvy than he'd ever let on. He takes note of her as soon as she turns up and lets her appearance and how she handles herself weigh on him. At least she's here and doesn't seem too tense, which is more than can be said for other people that had turned up and expected to see a person and only heard a voice. It's company all the same and Zaveid accepts it with his usual charm and grace. ]

I dunno. I usually just get a bottle and have my own kinda fun. I'm sure you can ask for whatever you want.

[ Most of the time he comes here because it's where Dezel works and he can get his fair share of alcohol and company, but today he's on his own and he has no idea where the other seraph is. Instead of worrying about it he decided to make do by himself - especially since he has a few things on his mind he'd rather forget for as long as possible. ]

Or you can help yourself to mine. I'm good at sharing.

[ If there's one thing Jill is used to, it's appearances. Even though she prides herself on being direct to the point of nearly being translucent in intent, even she keeps herself well-guarded. You don't reveal everything about yourself in a glance, let alone the first meeting with someone and for Jill, it's especially true. ]

What, just walk up and grab something randomly? [ She's also curious about his preferences, admittedly. It doesn't necessarily tell you much about a person, but she thinks that it's an interesting detail. She gets up even though she'd just scooted on in to place an order for a sour beer and to keep 'em coming before returning with a bottle in hand. She's a go-getter, not the kind to wait and raise an arm to draw attention to herself, apparently. ] Offer's appreciated, but I'll start a little slow.

[ Plus, she'd like to be completely in control and keep her wits about her. The idea of relinquishing control even to the point of being just a touch tipsy is something that doesn't appeal to her. She's not ready for it quite yet. ]

Would it be rude of me if I put a leg up on the seat?

[ She seems to mean just dragging one up beneath her and the booth seems ample, but at least she's enough sense about her to be considerate about it and not just make herself comfy. ]

[ At least it's not an awkward conversation. Zaveid might not be used to being around people who can see him - other than Sorey and Rose, of course, and Alisha by the end - but he's comfortable enough, settling down and relaxing against the chair beneath him. He's comfortable enough to keep going and drinking, even with a stranger. ]

Sure. Or you can go up and ask for a surprise. That happens sometimes. [ Zaveid shrugs a shoulder. He's just drinking the strongest thing he thinks he can handle for the night, letting it rest in front of him even as he breathes out. As soon as Dezel comes around he's sure he'll be kicked out, but... Until then...

Tilting his head, he huffs out a quiet noise. ]

Only if you think it's rude of me. Go ahead, relax. It's not like we're gonna be going anywhere, right?

[ Because Zaveid is as relaxed as he can be, even shifting to rest an arm behind his head. ]

[ There's always time for awkward conversations! She's still craving company after those three years she'd spent against her will alongside her gravest enemy -- one in particular, but she'll have to make due with what she's offered. By all means, this isn't at all bad. ]

You know, I think I might eventually but you're giving a gal too much credit. This is my first trip into outer space and my first time here, but I hope you'll hold me to this. I like a little adventure. [ Her way of suggesting they may become fast friends, though it's hard to say if they have anything in common or will end up getting along. She hopes so, in all honesty. ] I don't typically like to be a hypocrite, so no.

[ She takes that permission and goes with it pretty quickly, easing into a bit of slouch to boot. She's so tired of being alert, really, that this is beyond pleasant to her. ]

Who knows, I might send you running. [ She takes a little sip to start. ] So, if you don't mind me asking, you been here long? Feel free to take it however you feel like answering.

[ The bar or the fleet itself. ]

[ Zaveid is used to the new awkwardness that comes with being around someone that doesn't know him, and after a few thousand years you get used to it and get over it. He just rolls with it now. ]

It's my first time in space too. Didn't even think there was a way to get up here before I woke up. [ He shrugs a shoulder, shifting a little and making himself comfortable. ] A little adventure isn't gonna hurt anyone, is it? Sometimes you need to go out there.

[ But he settles back and takes a long drink. ]

Uh. Been on the fleet for almost a year, I guess. Been in the bar for a few hours.

[ Turning his head, he grins. ]

How about you, hm?

[ On the bright side, it's not his fault in any way. The past three years have piled high, created walls that steel through even the strongest blasts that may attempt to tear through them. For her, human contact almost burns. Sometimes it's difficult to believe it's real or that she deserves it again.

It's a strange feeling, to be normal. ]

We've got the ability, but no real travel or... being here, really. It's not livable and the travel process is more for research, where possible. [ She'd heard that people would pay ludicrous sums to go up on a shuttle, though. ] I certainly hope it won't, even in my down time, I get an itch that only something new can scratch.

[ She pauses mid-drink, staring over the rim of the glass for a long moment before she sets it down. The perspiration of the glass is cool against her hands. ]

You'll have to remind me to buy you some drinks next time, in that case. A year's a hell of a long time. [ She tries not to sound awkward about it, but she's preoccupied with the consideration that she may be here as long as him or, perhaps, longer still. ] Well, you did see me enter the bar... but, ah, not very long. About a week before everyone got back to their own ships.

[ Less than a month. She's a fleet baby. ]

[ All of the memories from the calibrations still stick around and they make Zaveid feel heavy; with age comes the ability to move on from the bad times, to work forward and push yourself, but with a literal refresh of all the horrible memories he had put behind him... He needs some time to adjust. Even the company of a stranger is easier than the company of the familiar, now, and he hates that it leaves a lead weight in his stomach.

He's supposed to be better than this, after all. He's the one the others go to when they need someone to take care of them - they might not see it like he does, but it's still the truth. ]

Research, huh? Is there something that important up in the sky? [ It just seems so pointless to Zaveid, who's entire life is the wind and dragons and promises. Fighting to go high into the sky when there's a whole world to search... There's nothing really there for him.

Shaking his head, he makes himself a little more comfortable, pushing hair from his face. ]

Don't worry about it. I know some people who work here. [ Not that going around kissing Dezel is going to get him free drinks, but it means he doesn't worry too much about hanging around and making a spectacle of himself without someone being there to kick his ass.

A year is a long time, though, and it makes him breathe out a harsh little noise. ]

You used to being here yet?

[ Getting older is shit.

She's adapting to aging as well as she can, but missing time changes things up. There's so much she wants to accomplish, so many things she desperately wants to do but it feels like that time is closing in on her, passing by much too quickly. The little lines beneath her eyes, the way she looks in general... it's not unwelcome, but it feels like just yesterday she'd only left the army. It would be easier if they were here. If he was here.

All she can really do is gather herself up and act as she would were she back home, with all of her friends and the work she was still dedicated to. ]

Knowledge for the sake of it, knowledge that could be adapted to something we could use? Knowing more about the universe isn't a bad endeavor.

[ But it's interesting that he questions it. She supposes even she can understand it, it seems silly especially if getting to a point where it's "useful" may not happen even in a hundred years. Science can make a mess of things, though, if you aren't careful. That's one thing she knows first-hand.

She peers at him with mock-suspicion, eventually offering a mild shrug. Everyone knows someone who knows someone. A friend of a friend (of a friend). ]

As used as I think someone can get to this. Not so sure about the whole planet thing, though. That's something that I might never quite get used to beyond maybe a routine for it.

[ It helps, probably, that his appearance isn't going to change at all - he's reached the peak of his power and his maturity and, so this is the face he has for the rest of his life. It's easier for Seraphim, he supposes, than it is for humans. Mortality is dangerous and makes people unpredictable, makes them deadly, and he's learned the hard way that sometimes being around humans can be worse than it is good.

He's getting better, though. He trusts humans more, now, and he thinks that might be a good thing. He trusts Sorey, and isn't that enough, after all they've been through?

Still, sitting around and lamenting things isn't exactly why he'd come here - part of it was, of course, but another part was his own desperation to get away from his thoughts, even for a little while. ]

Sure, I guess not. I suppose it just seems impossible when there's no technology for it where you're from.

[ It's a completely foreign concept - before he'd come here he'd never imagined going into space or anything like it, but here they are. He can't exactly ignore it now, can he? ]

The planets are better than the ships sometimes, y'know. They can be a real pain in the ass, especially with how stuffy they are.

[ Must be nice to be young for the entirety of your life. It wasn't until more recently that she'd really begun to take notice of her own age, at least physically. The shock of blonde hair in the mirror had been something else, as had the way her skin had become even more pale than it previously was, but being in control of herself, leaning in toward a mirror and seeing all the little imperfections compared to ten or fifteen years ago... they became more noticeable. It's an odd feeling.

Jill really only has exposure to one thing that's humanoid but not where she comes from and those are usually quite deadly. Trust doesn't come easily with anyone, but outwardly she comes off as if she'd stand on a table and fall back and expect someone to catch her within the first fifteen minutes of meeting them.

Trust is something earned and it's never quite as easily done as it should be. Part of it is experience and age. Doors begin to close, people seem more as they are instead of what you hope for them to be. ]

I understand. I don't see too much of a point in it myself considering the problems we haven't fixed on our own planet -- it seems wasteful, I guess? [ She's a tad sheepish, like she's worried she may have implied something previously she hadn't meant to. Jill shakes her head, shoulders briefly raised in something like a shrug. ] Mm, that's good to hear. It just kinda feels like you're stuck in a car or in a house and unable to leave when you're just on a ship, even if the ships are pretty big. I haven't even been here very long and I'm feeling cabin fever set in.

[ It feels like staying young, but at the same time he feels his thousands of years - he feels ancient when he spends time around the people younger than him, especially those that are in their teens. Sometimes he forgets things that happened centuries before and sometimes he remembers them as clearly as if they were yesterday; he doesn't know what to do with himself other than suffer through it.

Sometimes it's hard to sit and remember all the people that are gone while you keep going - children and friends and all the humans he had left behind - but he doesn't know what else to do. He has to keep going forward because there's no other choice, not really.

It's easier to have a moment to himself and sit and drink, especially when his ghosts are literally on the ship haunting him. ]

There's a lot to do, huh? Seems like that's a universal problem. [ No planet is good or safe... Even with Sorey around there's always a risk of another Lord, another Shepherd needing to be around... ] You'll feel better when we get to a planet. Loads of room to stretch your legs and annoy the locals.

[ The only conclusion is that age sucks, period.

She'd commiserate the best she can in a situation where it may arise, but you can never know the extent that others go through. In this situation, in particular, it's one she couldn't even fathom. She figures he's around her age, thereabout; give or take a few years. Jill gauges him around twenty-five or so. She's able to derive pleasure from the company of any age, though so long as they're solid people. Thus far she only gauges that she doesn't dislike him and that his company isn't unwelcome. ]

Always seems to be the case, doesn't it? Glad I'm not terribly indecisive. [ There were other options now, but it didn't feel like it was so open she was left standing still. She's careful not to drink too fast and let it all hit her hard, but it does wonders for easing her up. Whatever nerves were a little prickly earlier have already disappeared into the empty half of her glass. ] Be pretty funny if it was a minuscule planet we ended up at now that you've said that, right? Guess it'd be easier to cover in that case. Around how long do we stay... uh, would "docked" be the right term? Anyway, around how long does the fleet usually stick to a planet?

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sorry about the speed! i'm still learning how to juggle being in a game again 8(

no worries! i'm still getting my pace back myself :D

i wish you the best of luck in your endeavor, as well, in that case!

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