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driftfleet2017-09-05 12:17 pm
lord_wizard) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-05 12:17 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- anders,
- asuka shikinami langley,
- billy kaplan/wiccan,
- cloud strife,
- justice,
- kaidan alenko,
- kaworu nagisa,
- keith,
- lance,
- matt murdock,
- natasha romanoff,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- prompto argentum,
- psycho mantis,
- riona cousland theirin,
- rokurou rangetsu,
- shinji ikari,
- shouta aizawa,
- sorey,
- takashi shirogane,
- tyrion lannister,
- yuri katsuki
Eyuzi System Mingle
Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you like!
Action: The planet Lyuku, the Iskaulit, and anywhere else you want
When: Sept 1 to Sept 28
[After a rather short time adrift, the fleet is finally in range of another planet. Small, peaceful, and colorful, there is plenty to do and explore.
Maybe it's enough to forget that vague feeling of unease.
Or not.]
((SYSTEM INFO))
Broadcast: If you like!
Action: The planet Lyuku, the Iskaulit, and anywhere else you want
When: Sept 1 to Sept 28
[After a rather short time adrift, the fleet is finally in range of another planet. Small, peaceful, and colorful, there is plenty to do and explore.
Maybe it's enough to forget that vague feeling of unease.
Or not.]
((SYSTEM INFO))
Fortune Telling? Fortune Telling
When you enter the tent, a bell will chime and the lights will dim, putting you into semi-darkness. Tyrion's deep voice will reasonate through the space.]
Come, mortal, and sit at the table. Let us see what the future brings for you.
:D
Getting bored of engineering, I see.
;)
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Curious, Riona steps into the tent, poking her head inside. Her brow furrows a moment as the lights dim. But as soon as she hears Tyrion speak, she laughs.]
Oh not you too!
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Tyrion's beckoning voice only proves this point.]
[He smirks] I don't know about me, but there's possibly a ticket for violating some city ordinance or another in yours. [Honestly he's mostly teasing]
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He poked his head inside, freezing up as the lights dimmed and left him almost blind from the daylight outside. He waited for his eyes to adjust, recognizing the voice.]
Tyrion?
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He stops at the strange tent. The symbols aren't familiar, but the fabric making up the structure is. Won't find out by just standing around staring, so Ignis does enter and can't help the quirk of his lips when he hears the voice.]
This is quite what I imagined you would be up to during time away from the ship, Captain.
[Hi, Tyrion. Your ship's cook has a sense of humor.]
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Me? I've never had my fortune told before.
[ The tent had looked a little... well... odd in the first place. She hadn't known what to expect when she'd entered, but she hadn't quite expected this. ]
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Kaidan Alenko
[Making the long trip out to the forest was more than just about getting away ffor awhile, for Kaidan. Sure, the long hike was exhilarating and refreshing after the time spent adrift as it always often was. But, even more, it gave him time to clear his head. The spectre of the nightmare he'd had before arriving in this system is still hanging around his head and nothing seems to quite be able to rid himself of it. He tries to focus on gathering what information he can about the place at the same time. The rainforest seems like it might be a prime candidate for hiding a broadcast station or some other secret that might be behind the visions.
And if he doesn't find anything, the trip won't be completely for nothing.
Find him hiking through the ravine, clad in armor, or perhaps setting up camp in a clearing.]
B. Bodyguard (Upscale bar or lounge)
[Kaidan isn't especially materialistic. His income from the fleet mostly covers his rather modest taste in food, drink, and clothing. But it's nice to have extra, just in case, as well as another way to keep himself distracted and take advantage of the feeling like he has to be constantly on guard on his planet.
His part time gig is guarding the backstage entrance at rather upscale spot for a notable singer. Clad in his armor once again, he manages to look both imposing and incredibly beleaguered at the same time as a gaggle of fans cluster around him with eager expressions.]
No, I'm sorry, but Madame Selenia is not receiving visitors. No, you can't pay me in a palm reading.
[One, because that's stupid, and two, as the hand he's holding up shows, gloves make that kind of difficult]
C. Training (Iskaulit)
[He still makes regular trips to the ships to check in on things and keep up on his training regimen. Not that Lyuku is bereft of punching bags, but Kaidan prefers a minimal audience, especially when he's not just punching them but throwing them across the room with a gesture.
You might walk in just as the piece of equipment slams into the far wall of the gym, the shimmering blue glow around it and Kaidan himself dimming at the same time.]
C
He steps through the door, and then backwards again, when that something strikes the wall.]
Whoa, dude. Should I come back another time?
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But this time, she walks in on him, and catches that blue glow as the punching bag smacks into the wall - and the same glow fading from Kaidan. She blinks, then gives him a nod, impressed. ]
Nice. Telekinesis?
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Besides, it wasn't only Gladio that wanted the time to stretch his legs and get away from city life, despite growing up there. It was Prompto and Noctis that whined about camping.
And speaking of, he stops when he sees a familiar face in a clearing he's just entered and frowns.]
Ah, Kaiden, I didn't mean to interrupt you.
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so fragging late wow, self, rood
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Jayden Price | OTA
[ Jayden's found one particular bar she likes more than the rest - on the roof of a building, right by the ocean. The view is spectacular, the drinks are pretty damn good, and the music is low-key and non-intrusive. It's by no means upscale or fancy, despite being a rooftop venue, so the laid-back, still kind of hole-in-the-wall feel to it is a pleasant reminder of her favorite spots back on the Tower. All the better.
She's sitting at the bar, having a drink, and everything seems calm enough - until she notices some drunk asshole making a scene in the corner. She stays put, not wanting to get involved - until asshole starts swinging his fists. Two patrons get knocked off their chairs. The bartender has to duck to avoid a flying beer bottle. Security's taking their sweet time about coming over, and nobody else seems like they're going to help out the poor bartender who's just trying (and failing) to calm him down...
So she knocks back the last of her drink, channels her arc lightning visibly around her arm, and strides over. Time to finish what this asshole's started. ]
â–º Streets - late at night
[ ... Aaaand that's how she ends up being escorted out of the bar. But whatever, asshole got what he deserved - laid out on the floor with what is probably a broken nose, and surely feeling the aftershocks like he'd been tased or something.
She's sitting on the curb just outside the building. She's got a rather bloody scratch on her forehead from some broken glass, her hair's a mess and her clothes are a little rumpled, but that's no big deal for her, to be honest. Her ghost is hovering right by her like the overprotective little thing he tends to be sometimes, but all of his scans of her show no sign of danger, so all he can really do is fuss. Which he's going to do. ]
Maybe next time you should hold back a little bit more. He certainly deserved it, but I do feel a little guilty about the chandelier shorting out...
Nah. Worth it.
â–º 3. Yanti Rock
[ She'd heard about this place, and she wasn't going to pay it too much mind beyond the challenge of running up and down the stairs, but her ghost was really, incredibly excited for the chance to learn some things! So, reluctantly, she's taking a break - about halfway to the top. Her ghost is floating all around, scanning the rock itself, the plaques set into the sides, the overall scenery all around them... He looks excited! As excited as a little floaty ball can be, anyway.
And while he's busy with that, she's just looking out over the canyon. It really is a nice view, after all. ]
â–º 4. wildcard!
(( ooc: I am down for p much anything - hit me up via PM or
â–º Streets - late at night
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streets, late at night
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Felix Harrowgate
[Felix takes rather well to the sights and sounds of Lyuku. The colorful and old buildings have a certain familiar charm to them, though lacking somewhat in Mélusine's grime. It makes the place, on a whole, a pleasant place to explore - not the least in part because of the emphasis on art and craftsmanship. The emphasis on fortune-telling is somewhat less appealing, however. It's not the empty mysticism that bothers him, or even the complete lack of any trace of magic that he can detect in the practice - it's the palm reading.
It's not as bad as the hand-holding planet. At least here people generally ask before touching a stranger. You may find him at one such moment, at the entrance of a shop, restaurant, bar, library, or art gallery with his hand held temporary hostage by a guard or owner who is either sneering or cooing over the bright tattoos covering his hands.
Eventually, with stiff aplomb, he pulls his arm up against his chest, musters a smile as he nods, and passes inside.
Out of earshot of the stranger, but closer to you, Felix mutters testily to himself-]
I really ought to invest in a pair of gloves.
B. Wildcard
[Felix is not much for the outdoors, so he largely can be found in the city shopping, drinking, and eating. If there are books nearby, so is Felix. If you wish to find him elsewhere, he can also be located on the Iskaulit at the library or Malum, most of the time. If you have an idea, feel free to message me!]
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Gloves, huh? Pushy fortune teller?
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Billy Kaplan/Wiccan | OTA
[Okay, so, Billy is kinda broke, having just arrived. That sucks. And thankfully he can magic up whatever wardrobe he wants, so he's not hurting for clothes, but. This is a new planet, full of new stuff to explore, new things to buy! And you can't magic up money, that's immoral. So: it sucks.
However nobody has to know he's broke until it comes time to pay for stuff, so he can indulge in browsing, which is exactly what he's doing in the pet area, cooing over all the cute reptiles and snakes and whatnot. Who doesn't love little critters? And at the moment he just happens to be covered in a handful of the rainbow-coloured crawling lizards apparently drawn to the foliage of his hair or something. His voice is hushed in wonder:]
They know.
( b. beach! )
[He'd have liked to go on a sight-seeing cruise, but again: no money. The next best thing is flying over the water, not too far from shore but far enough to get a decent lay of the land. It's pretty awesome, getting this much fresh air and clean water, when you're used to NYC and the bay around the island.
You might see a bright blue glow soaring through the air over the water up until he flies in for a landing in the sand. He looks winded, and probably sunburned. He's also damn pleased with himself.]
( c. work, work, work )
[Reluctantly he's come to the conclusion that when you're broke, you need a job. THANKFULLY there are a couple of repair-related jobs that just happen to suit him! Or at least, suit his powers. Any poor soul trying to repair a ship in harbour and having a hell of a time of it might get a visit from Mr. B Kaplan, fixer extraordinaire! Just listen for the chanting:]
IwanttofixitIwanttofixitIwanttofixit...
[how is text blue? idk ask the comic writers. the air around him and the broken stuff is pretty damn blue to match, though.]
(( might include continuations from test drive threads ))
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I like giving credit when it's due. I hope we get to get along easily, too. [From what Kate has told him, Shiro doesn't see why that won't be the case, but you never know. At least he already has respect for the boy and how he handles his powers.] Do you already know your augment and ship?
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Adalwolfe Hawke's not so triumphant return!
[This planet reminds Adalwolfe of the good parts of Orlais. Which, of course, is blasphemy coming from any
dogred-blooded Ferelden to say that Orlais even has any good parts, but the colorful buildings and the sweeping architecture and the sheer amount of stuff sitting everywhere is a comfort he's been seeking since waking up with a terribly confused jolt back on the Marsiva a few days ago.He'd been... in a desert? A swamp? Something. Somewhere, he knows somewhere back on Thedas, but the details are all muddled and jump out of his mental grasp like fish, flashing once above the surface and then gone. He'd stopped trying to hang onto them after the first hour, easier to just get on with it and move forward, see who was still around. At least there could be some familiarity in that amidst his annoyance at being tugged around the multiverse.
Maker, he must already be acclimating of he's thinking in terms like 'multiverse.'
Hands in pockets, Wolfe wanders himself through the main thoroughfare of the colorful city, stopping to pick up the occasional bauble in shops at random, then sighing and putting it back down. More often he looks over his shoulders, trying to catch glimpses of familiar faces from home, from the Fleet... both, maybe. He'd been too rattled trying to sort out his mind when he'd arrived to try and contact anyone despite his wanting to move forward. In fact, his communicator remains off in his pocket. Funny, he's never been hesitant to face people before, even people who hate him, but somehow this seemed too daunting, or maybe too impersonal over text or voice or even video.
So he keeps looking and tells himself he isn't worried that too much has changed.]
b. Augury
[Something that always has gotten Wolfe's mind off of anything else is good hard work. Chasing bandits, tracking down wayward children, eradicating spiders, dragonlings, and even full grown dragons out of mines. It's all things he's done before. Even more mundane work like digging holes for farm posts or carting goods from point a to point b are things he has under his belt. It's nice to do those things, actually. Too often the second he's found out as the Champion of Kirkwall it's either he's a monster and chased out of town or a hero who shouldn't have to raise a finger. He gets fussy either way.
Thankfully on alien planets - and in the Fleet at large - no one knows or cares and his magic here is appreciated. Or, well, sort of. It's not as if he's really ever been any good at divination. Truthfully, being schooled in magic outside of any Circle, he didn't even know divination was an actual discipline until coming across it in books here. Back home he just thought it was something relegated to Rivaini Seers, but it's still magic in the loosest sense.
He can do a pretty good impression of a fortune teller just by being able to read people, even if he doesn't have actual prophetic ability. The cut of their clothes, their posture, the expressions on their face. He's pretty certain that's what the people here mean by someone's 'aura' anyway. Even so, using the weird machines to tell people their fortunes has been his favorite job on these weird planets yet. Probably because he gets to dress up and make a goof of himself without feeling self-conscious. Magic here is used in such a rudimentary way by everyone, either through its use or the purchase of fortune telling as a magical service, and no one seems to care one way or the other about it on the fundamental level. It's always a refreshing thing no matter how many planets they come across that don't persecute their mages.]
Step right up and have your cards read by the Wolfe of Wisdom! Want to know the exact shade of your aura? If you had the right breakfast today? If there's love and joy in your future or only heartbreak? No question is too large or small for the all-seeing eyes of the Hawke!
[He might be mixing metaphors here, especially with his newly-purchased "mystical" garb covered in non-sense symbols and spangly blue starts, but at the very least he's having a good time in not having any shame at all.]
c. Here lizard lizard lizard...
Oh you beauty...
[Adalwolfe is kneeling at the bottom of an enormous well appointed cage with a large mottled lizard curled around a water dish in the bottom, staring up at the dottering human mage with an expression bordering between annoyed and sleepy. The orange sunburst around its eyes is the only color that isn't drab, but to Adalwolfe this is the most beautiful creature he's laid eyes on outside of Thedas.]
Oh yes, you could come home with me couldn't you, little dragon. I would feed you anything you wanted and you'd grow up nice and strong, yes you would.
[Don't be alarmed if Wolfe turns to you, stranger or friend alike, with wide eyes and a light grin.]
Don't you think he'd be happier with an entire ship to run about? I bet he even would eat mice. A working dragon. What do you think?
d. Wildcard
[Anything and everything else goes here. Adalwolfe likes to explore and get into trouble, so I am down for whatever! If you want to plan ahead, my plurk is
((This toplevel will contain continuations of TDM threads.))
Fenris cont.
[Uncharacteristically, Adalwolfe trails off and shifts his feet, looking deeply unsettled.]
...Nevermind. It's just probably better not to get him at all.
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Hermione cont.
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Riona cont.
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Justice cont.
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Riona Cousland | OTA
[There's something a bit comforting about the city, even though the planet overall unnerves her (thanks for that nightmare, Atroma). While she expects something to happen, in the meantime, she at least appreciates how quaint and pretty the city is. Most places boasted that metallic, cold look of towering skyscrapers and technology all over the place. Here, it's a bit more like home. There are major differences, of course, but all the same, she finds she's a bit more at ease here.
Kiter, her mabari, trots at her side, sniffing all the new smells and taking in the people. Some of the natives are fearful of him, but a few are brave and approach, finding he's just a big softie who loves being petted. He's just happy to be out and about, and to have his mistress doing the same as well. With the arrival of a pair of old friends, Riona's smiling a bit more these days. She's not where she should be, but she's better than she was. It's progress.
As she always does, Riona takes in the sights when she's on a new planet or station. She pops new food into her mouth as she browses the market place, commenting on how good it tastes (even if she has to forcefully swallow it and lie). She window shops a fair bit, taking in the very colorful wares of the city. One might even find her staring a bit wistfully at a particularly pretty dress in a boutique window. Or maybe you'll be approached by her dog, either because you have something tasty in your hand, or he just thinks you're worth going up and saying hi to.]
B. Exploring the wildnerness
[The nightmare she saw haunts her steps in this place. Given how many others had them, she's not going to ignore it. What she saw took place in a forest, and despite the danger, she intends to at least confirm such a place is on the planet.
Hair braided, bag packed, sword in sheath, shield on her back, and yes, even a gun in tow, Riona's prepared as she can be. If nothing else, maybe she'll find some excitement out there in the wilds.]
You certain you want to come? I can't promise anything.
C. In a tavern
[Bars and nightclubs are all well and good, but nothing beats a proper tavern.
It's cozy and warm, and Riona's glad to be drinking just because she wants to and not because she's trying to make her head swim and forget about her troubles. She sits alone, drinking some wine. Perhaps because she's alone and a foreigner, a server feels a little sorry for her and comes over to strike up a conversation. It's mostly small talk, but Riona enjoys getting to learn about the natives. (Though, she still can't understand why half the bloody place keeps looking at her palms).
At one point, Riona inquires about tavern songs and whether or not they have any here. The server assures her that of course they do! What kind of a tavern doesn't? And then, taking the hint that Riona wants to hear one, she thinks on it for a moment before she begins to sing.
The melody and rhythm are much different than the songs Riona's familiar with. Yet, it's catchy enough that she finds herself nodding along, and her smile grows as a few other patrons begin to join in. More and more join in until nearly half the place is singing, their voices rising to a crescendo before the song abruptly ends. Smiles and grins all around as everyone cheers, and Riona claps.]
That was lovely!
"Thanks so dearly. What of your world? Do you have them there as well?"
Oh but of course. Quite a few. In fact, there's one about my parents and how they met.
"Is that so? Then please, do sing it!"
[Should have known that was gonna happen. She needs to lay off the wine...]
Oh no no no. Perhaps I can write it down for you. You don't want to hear me sing.
[The server and some others sitting around them disagree, and they good-naturedly try to cajole her into singing it for them.
Will you join in to save Riona from giving a public performance? Provide a distraction? Or maybe join the natives and goad her into doing so.]
D. At the port
[Naturally, where there's an ocean, Riona will wind up there in due time. She takes a stroll near a port, taking in the salt air and relishing the familiarity of it. She finds it relaxing to walk by the docks and see all the ships. It's something she loved doing while growing up in Highever.
She's seen her share of odd ships during her time in the fleet, but the sight of a massive ocean cruise liner has her jaw dropping.]
That thing is bloody enormous!
[How?? It's a quick walk and a little hop up on the seawall to get a better look at it. Her eyes widen as she keeps staring.]
I... kind of want to go on it. [She's mostly talking to herself, but hey, it's free grabs for anyone walking by who hears her.]
D. Wildcard
Hit me with something of your own!
C. Tavern
Regardless, it had been a long day, he was hungry, and the tavern was close. So he had settled in and ordered a drink and something to eat. He's sitting off on his own, wondering where his friends are and what they're up to, even reaches into his pocket to bring out his device so he can text them.
But then someone starts to sing. And before long, the tavern is ringing with voices. He joins the applause when it ends.
The conversation that follows catches his attention. Another off-planet foreigner like himself, trying to be persuaded to sing. He abandons his meal and bounds over. And he knows it's rude to inject himself into the conversation, but he does so, with a wide grin and voice just a tad too loud.]
Hey there! Wow. Great song. That was pretty awesome, huh?
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victor nikiforov - shopping! - ota
He takes to the superstitions of this world as he learns them, adapting his movements to whatever it is he needs to not offend others around him. If he was on Earth, he might feel a little freer to be himself, but here he feels the need to try and blend in as much as he can.
If he senses anything wrong in the back of his mind, he doesn't show it at all. He seems excited about local styles of art and clothing particular. "Oh wow!" he says, as he passes a stall in the marketplace and looks at the display of ornate figures. He isn't sure if it's just art or showing any sort of custom so he wants to be polite while still being impressed by the craftsmanship. "That would look wonderful in my room..."
Hey baby~
They have some money... much more than they had before. At least Yuri does. He doesn't know where it came from but he's glad for it. Sure, he ought to save it for the ice rink but... he can justify going around the planet with Victor. This one is so colorful and quaint and nice... It reminds him of Barcelona. Not from the architecture but just because of the time he can have with Victor.
Here they were bumming around and carelessly window shopping and pointing out pretty things. He wondered if they could find more clothes here and maybe... something to brighten their rooms. He had come to appreciate them as little save holes in the wall but he hated the plain metal of Twin Roses cabins. He needed something more. So, when Victor points out the... lamp? Decoration? He isn't sure what it is but he stops to stare at it in awe.
"It's lovely... do you think you can buy it? Is it for sale?"
the shop owner asks to examine their palms before engaging them in conversation but once Yuri holds his hands out the man is pleased. He begins talking about the creation process and the time involved in each ornament. They ward off evil, he says. Some of them bring good fortune, some of them bring wealth. Other are for health and love.
"Aww Victor... you should get one."
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[He's got his camera out, because of course he does. Every few minutes, there's a click. Prompto has a hard time standing still anyway, but he's bouncing around more than usual, trying to get angles and interesting perspectives and maybe even a shot of whoever is with him.]
I wonder what it looks like from the top?
[ Work ]
[He forgot how boring earning money was. He supposed he could have picked something more exciting, but this seemed easy. Too easy, it turned out. Selling rocks ... mystical stones ... crystals? Whatever. It was a drag.]
Carry that one in your pocket and you'll have a day full of good luck!
[Or was that the one for verility?]
[ Iskaulit ]
[Or catch him on the Iskaulit, warming up for a jog around the ship or exploring what it has to offer at a (somewhat) slower pace.]
Exploring
Ah! Prompto! Hello. [He offers the younger man a friendly smile.] Taking pictures? Oh, and you have a real camera! That must mean you're serious about it, yeah? Most people just use their phones.
[He seems really interested in Prompto's talent, and doesn't seem to realize he might be intruding.]
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Dated after 9/16
[Matt was, is and always will be a city boy, but this assault on his senses is almost overwhelming. All new sounds and smells and shapes to get used to, no comforting routine or quiet apartment he can retreat to when he needs to block it out.
Stop being such a pussy, sneers Stick’s voice in his head, so Matt goes and finds one of the busiest districts he can, locates a bench and parks himself right on it, hanging onto his cane with both hands as he tilts his head and just listens. Some things are similar. The drone of a thousand voices overlapping: if he doesn’t concentrate too hard he can shove that to the background. The pop and sizzle and hiss of food being cooked: the smell is more the problem than the sound, there. Some of it’s God-awful. Someone two establishments to his right didn’t wash their hands before starting.
What he needs is an anchor, a focus. Now that he’s jumped into the deep end of the pool he needs to swim, so Matt ignores the throbbing of his headache and listens for any kind of voice he might’ve heard on the network before, anybody who might be from the Fleet, before pushing himself up and tap-tapping his way indiscreetly over to them. Look helpless, look bumbling; that’s the easiest way to get someone to notice, and his best cover.]
Hi, excuse me, [Matt offers his most winning smile.] I’d like to get something specific while I’m here, but I'll admit I’m a little lost. Do you have a minute?
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[When the noise and smells and everything of the cities becomes too much, Matt retreats to the canyon paths and nature walks. Nothing too dangerous as to be suspicious, so Matt decides on Yanti Rock. Carved staircases and steps are much more access-friendly than crumbling limestone caves, so it probably won’t be too strange to see him there.
When he can’t hear anybody nearby Matthew takes the steps without his cane, hopping up them two at a time for the familiar burn in his muscles, slowing down only when he passes by other sightseers and nodding pleasantly. Reaching the top is invigorating and he stops at the overhang, pulling in deep breaths and enjoying the feel of the wind against the sweat at his hairline. If there’s anybody there, he might strike up a conversation about how peaceful it is, what a nice climb that was, or he might just stand there silently and enjoy the atmosphere until someone else says something, leaning slightly against his cane.]
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[ Matt will be around the shopping and exploration areas, as well as near the docks and ships! Please feel free to bug him with anything else, and please check out his powers, since he's a lie detector]
JUSTICE
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shopping!!
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9/17 - Shopping
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[Sorey, ever gullible, has been snagged by a fortune teller. In fact, he keeps getting stopped by people offering 'free trials' of fortune-telling tools, algorithms and machines to calculate your day-to-day fortune success! Don't know what to make for breakfast? Ask fate.
Sorey goes along with it, because it's interesting and fun and why not, it's part of their culture, until one fortune teller informs him that he will have many children and he actually throws his head back and laughs.] No, I really don't think so, [he says good-naturedly, but that doesn't deter the other vendors. And he'd wanted to save money this time around...
Someone save him before he buys this completely bogus space-horoscope book, please?]
\exploring/
[While their last stop had been exciting with ample business opportunities, it hadn't been very exciting with its lack of natural formations and just plain stupid things available to people looking for an adrenaline rush.
So Sorey can both be found over at the zipline, bouncing on his toes as he waits, and also hiking up the mountain ranges despite multiple warning signs and treacherous paths. In fact, he even attempts to scale some rock faces without gear, jovially proclaiming that he does this all the time at home and that it's fine, it's fine, he doesn't need a safety line, hahaha whatever that is.]
\planetarium/
[Once Sorey hears about the observatories and planetariums, he heads over one quiet night. His usual enthusiasm for knowledge is dimmed, his mind occupied elsewhere as he browses through star charts and reclines in the planetarium, watching the stars pinwheel overhead. It's here that the thrumming pulse of the anxious planet really gets to him, and though he'll say hello to anyone he recognizes, for the most part Sorey keeps to himself.]
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[Choose your own adventure!]
Planetarium bc this boy loves his heavenly bodies
[Noctis was fighting his way through the anxiety coming from the planet. It didn't go away even when he was on the ship so he may as well stretch his legs and go around the planet some... it seemed a bit strange to come here though. They lived in space now, how odd to look at it in a theater when they could just look out a window at home.
Still, these were nicer views, much more up close than any port hole on their ship.
He notices Sorey and approaches slowly. He seems... different.]
Hey, Sorey... you like the stars too? [He smiled.] How are you holding up? I haven't seen you since the wedding.
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exploring what the fu-
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planetarium;
planetarium;
planetarium;
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Fortune Telling
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closed to Kaworu and Asuka. | Shinji → Kaworu → Asuka.
Just keep them closed, and hold out your hands for me.
[Shinji moves away, then, and he mutters something to Asuka, who mutters something back. There's a metallic clicking sound--a latch flipping open, maybe--and some quiet, whispery jostling of leaves and a half-swallowed giggle. A few seconds later, Shinji steps back in front of Kaworu again. Carefully, more like he's offering a precious talisman, he presses something into Kaworu's awaiting palms. It's a little warm, and soft, and it has an interesting texture that's kind of like a combination of bumpy and silky. It's about the length of Kaworu's palms, but not the width, with an eager spark of life to it.]
You can open your eyes now, Kaworu-kun.
[The spangled lizard--a rainbow knitted into flesh--is there to greet him with a tilted head and a curious flick of its tongue. Beyond its perch, there's Shinji, and there's Asuka, and the glass terrarium they set up together. A colorful, sprinkle-laden birthday cake is waiting on a tray on the bed, too.
Shinji is trying and failing not to look like a nervous wreck. It's an unusual gift, isn't it? A pet lizard is a very unusual gift. Despite Asuka's assurances, he still doesn't know what the heck he's doing right now. This is what he gets for listening to his intuition...]
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The fate turns out to be a really curious feeling in both of his palms. Kaworu is already smiling even before the lizard is delivered into his hands; all this shuffling, all the breaths and murmurs exchanged between Shinji and Asuka, are easily making him smile. It's cute, he's thinking. On this day—well, here they are again—and it's pretty cute to hear them conspiring, never mind the cause of it.]
Thanks, [he says lightly, close to soft laughter, when he's allowed to open his eyes. As he does open them, his smile is easing off with a glimmer. This isn't displeasure, though, or disappointment, or anything bad at all. His mouth is only reconfiguring so it can round out into wonderment, instead.
He hasn't looked at the cake, yet. He hasn't actually looked at his two guests, either... He's too enthralled with this new creature. All its colors, and the texture of its so small feet. Kaworu peers at it from a few different angles, and then lifts both his hands—so, so carefully—so he can look at it up close. Then he does laugh, for real, without meaning to, this airy little roll, an audible, uncontainable fluttering of his heart.
His eyes raise to seek and find Asuka and Shinji. He looks like he's about to start sprouting sunflowers here and now, brimming with that same sun-seeking, bold-faced liveliness.]
Oh, this is very cute, [is his announcement. He seems proud when he says it, ready to preen, but more ready to preen the little lizard.] Will one of you take a picture?
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Dated after 9/15
[Whatever Spaceships are Accessible from the Planet]
[Justice should be happy that he's no longer trapped in a corpse, but instead, he's confused. He is not in Kristoff's body nor in anyone else's, but he is not in the Fade. He is naked in the waking world, but his form hasn't splintered and the constancy of the world grating on his unfiltered senses hasn't stolen his mind from him. He is solid. He is his own.
Justice has chosen a form he is comfortable with--Kristoff's form, though luckily looking less decayed than the real deal. Even so, his cheeks are sunken, his skin is pasty white, and his eyes appear to be so thick with white cataracts that one could be forgiven for mistaking him for blind. The gentle glow behind his eyes is only visible when he's in shadow. His face remains grimly serious, the only sign of his unease is the way he fidgets with the lyrium ring on his finger.
Justice picks a random ship docked on the planet to explore and wanders without regard for where he's meant to be, picking up random objects and rolling them between his hands. He's reading the traces left behind by the people who handled the objects prior, picking up names and traits and stories.
Maybe he just barges into someone's room and picks up their lamp. Justice is still working on the whole 'social norms' thing.]
[Exploring the town]
[The waking world is so beautiful. Not that anyone could really tell that that was what Justice was thinking at the moment--the only indication was a slight softening at the corner of his mouth, but otherwise, he still glared sternly at everything.
Suddenly, a man bumps into Justice, dropping a ring with a quick, "oh, sorry, I didn't mean--"]
It is fine. No apology is necessary. [Justice bends over and picks up the ring, rolling it between his fingers as his permanent frown became more pronounced. The man reached for the ring, saying, "I need to get that tightened, thank you for--"]
Stop cheating on your wife. [Justice thrusts the ring towards the man, but the man is struck dumb.] It is wrong, and you know it.
[The man glances between the ring and Justice, then delicately takes it back before running away. Justice doesn't even look after him. He just starts walking the same direction he was before.]
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A year and a half?
[Justice's concern is back, though not for the obvious reasons. He's not worried about Ferelden being without a queen for so long. He's not used to the concept of linear time, but he realizes that time matters about as much here as it does in the Fade, so he expects she'll be where she needs to be when the time comes. No, he's concerned about her, because she's been kept away from her loved ones for so long.
She's unhappy. This, he can see, with or without insight into her mind. She's far away from home, forced to adapt to a place where she doesn't know anyone and the rules are unfamiliar. Justice can relate.
The Warden Commander helped him when he was in a situation like this, and it is only just for him to help her too. He's just not sure how, and for once in his life, he wishes there were a spirit of compassion here to lend him guidance. Well, he'll do what she did for him.]
How are you feeling?
[He will ask questions and try to listen to what she says--and to what she doesn't say.]
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Velvet Crowe
A.) Shopping
[She might not be quite as obsessed as Rokurou, but she can't help but check out the weapons available. She gives some of the blades careful examination and looks pretty unimpressed.]
Are these weapons or decorations?
B.) Smuggling
[Velvet doesn't really care much about superstitions or the rule of law, so she's more than willing to smuggle "cursed" items for some extra credits. You may find her passing things off to some of the more dubious vendors at the bazaar.]
C.) Exploring and hunting
[At some point Velvet will make her way out to Eynewa’s Bow, to check out the rain forest. She's not afraid to do some ziplining. And she's also not afraid to do some hunting. Though she's not actually sure how legal it is. And someone somewhere will probably think it's bad luck. But she's still going to try.]
D.) Wildcard
[Hit me up with other ideas!]
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Decorations, clearly. One swing at anything with even a bit of hardness will snap some of these swords in two.
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Closed to Lance
His teammates from home had picked up on this... and Lance had taken it upon himself to get Keith out of his own head for a while.]
Where are you taking me?
[Just the fact that he had agreed to go along at this point was a lot. He'd been on edge since before they had arrived, and the few trips he had made already had all put him through at least one crazy weird incident. He didn't have high hopes for this one, either.]
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It was painfully obvious that whatever was going on right now was affecting Keith pretty badly. And as such? Lance decided to put himself on Keith Watch. Sort of. Mostly, he'd just decided that he was going to distract him enough so that he wouldn't have the time to just sit and brood.]
Something I think you're gonna like, daredevil. Just shut up and trust me.
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[Shay is still having a hard time shaking that anxiety, but she's doing her best to shake it. Time on the planet is sure to cure her nervousness, but instead, she almost feels it heighten. She jumps when one of the natives takes her by the hand to study it, but they offer to read her future, and her eyes widen.]
My...my future? That does seem rather important.
B. Shopping
[Shay still doesn't quite understand the concept of money, or even trading. This is becoming a bit of an issue for her, as she's completely fallen in love with one of the rainbow lizards. The little creature is resting on her craggy shoulder, and it's so strange that she's giddy over it, laughing at the texture of its' scales and the feeling of it moving around over her skin.
She attempts to leave with it, only for the natives to yell and stop her, jabbering about money and payment, but Shay just doesn't understand.
Perhaps you can help clear up the situation?
C. Wildcard!
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Immediately he's at her side, standing in between her and them.]
Hey, what's going on here?
[After hearing an angry explanation from them, he deflates a little. ...Oh. Well. That'd do it. He turns around to look at Shay sheepishly.]
Uhhhh... You've never actually bought something before, have you?
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