Eyuzi System Mingle

[lord_wizard]

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))

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Fortune Telling? Fortune Telling

[tallasaking]

[There is a tent, set up at the far end of one of the long marketplace road, a tent that looks vaguely familiar to anyone in the Fleet. It may in fact be made out of the extra scratchy blankets that they are given when they first arrive, and painted with many odd symbols in red paint. For any one from Westeros, and anyone with a decent education? Yeah, it's Valaryian.

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

[kill_switch]

[As beautiful and inviting as this planet is, Furiosa isn't likely to stay much longer than a day or two to restock supplies and shop for materials and foodstuffs. Certainly the last thing on her mind is getting her fortune told - finding it frivalous - but seeing a tent of familiar blankets causes her to double back out of curiosity. Hearing Tyrion's voice only intensifies that.]

Getting bored of engineering, I see.

[bryces_pup]

[That tent was definitely not there before. And those blankets look suspiciously like the crappy ones that are provided on the ship. Maker, she doesn't even remember what she did with those anymore. Burn them?

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!

[lord_wizard]

[Felix is not particularly interested in having his fortune read for a variety of reasons, but the slapdash tent absolutely screams fly-by-night venture (if he knew such a phrase), and who else but a member of the fleet could be responsible. Or, well, he supposes it could be this culture's equivalent of a child selling flowers at the side of the road, but he's inclined to think otherwise.

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]

;)

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion looks up the table where he had his face hidden under a nice, dark hood, and then let out a laugh when he realized who it was. The lights came back on, and he waggled his eyebrows at her.]

Now who would be bold enough to tell such lies? I would have you know that I, in fact, have rigged this entire tent for the ...effective use of my magical skills.

[tallasaking]

[Annnnd the lights come back up, as Tyrion pushed back his hood and gave her a crooked smile.]

Yes of course 'me too'. It's quite a lucrative line of work, being mystical.

[tallasaking]

[And the lights come back up, as Tyrion pulls back his hood and huffs out a surprised breath.]

You know, I should start charging all the people from the Fleet who walk in here. You are disrupting my mystical arts.

Kaidan Alenko

[bi_otic]

A. Exploring (Eynewa's Bow)

[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

[this_loser]

[He doesn't drop in on the gym too often. Generally too lazy once he's wasted all his energy on running. But every once in a while he'll find himself with some extra pep and time to kill, and maybe it wouldn't kill him to try and maintain some kind of shape.

He steps through the door, and then backwards again, when that something strikes the wall.]

Whoa, dude. Should I come back another time?

[tempredmental]

[Keith was pretty frustrated with the fortune telling stuff at this point after how they reacted to both him and Shiro at this point, but this one was out of place... in a way that screamed Drift Fleet.

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?

[tallasaking]

[... And with a sigh, Tyrion turns up the light and gives Keith a baleful look, before he holds out his hand.]

Right, that's going to be one credit for giving away my name to anyone who might be lurking outside. Honestly, you lot are completely throwing off my powers in telepathy.

[tempredmental]

[Keith quirked an eyebrow in amusement, but then shook his head.]

The street's pretty busy. There's probably enough noise around that no one heard me.

So, you're getting in on this, huh?

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan takes a few steps back, a little surprised but more abashed that he might have worried someone. He raises his hands in an unconscious indication that there wasn't any show of aggression on his part.]

Oh. No...no, it's okay. I was just, uh...practicing.

[bryces_pup]

And here I thought it was reserved for only a special few.

[Riona winks as she takes a seat across from him.]

Well, o' all-seeing one or whatever you're calling yourself. Let's find out what you can see, hm?

[lord_wizard]

Your mystical arts?

[He saunters the rest of the way into the dim tent and invites himself to a seat]

What about my mystical arts?

[this_loser]

[Prompto looks between the crumpled equipment on the other side of the room and Kaidan while moving the rest of the way into the room.]

Some practice. How'd you do that, anyway?

[He's pretty sure he saw some glowy stuff.]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion snorted as he leaned back, pushing the hood with him.]

You had best hope so, or I am coming back to get my credit.

[Amusement flashed over his face.]

Something where I can make a fair bit of coin simply by telling people what they need to hear? Oh absolutely.

[tallasaking]

I cannot possibly go against your mystical arts -- as yours are actually real, Felix.

[He smirked, tipping his head to the side.]

So unless you are here to shut me down so you can start your own psychic tent...

[tallasaking]

Which is why I am one of the ones blessed.

[He stated with a tip of his hand, before he gives her a thoughtful look. A really good once over, and he holds out one hand.]

May I see your palm?

[tempredmental]

[Keith just smirked a little.]

Makes sense, I guess.

A lot of the native tellers are pretty intense, though.

[bi_otic]

[He sure did, though it's gone for now.]

It's, uh...biotics. [Smiling in a vaguely sheepish way, he moved across to the punching bag to right it. He'd removed it from it's stand, of course, and it's little worse for wear for the punishment, thankfully.]

It's not dangerous unless I want it to be. Feel free to work out wherever you like. Promise I won't get in your way.

[lord_wizard]

That's debatable, actually, considering I am not formally trained in divination.

[Felix mirror Tyrion's expression and fishes his own tarot deck from his pocket, setting it lightly on the table between them.]

I had considered coming in here to accuse you of poaching, not roust you out of your tent. But...considering we're all encroaching on the local trade...I have an alternate suggestion.

[this_loser]

Uh, cool. I dunno what that means. [But. It sounds cool. And what he saw of it looked impressive, in a don't want to get in the way of that kind of way.

He finds some weights that don't feel too heavy - or too light - and tries not to feel too self-conscious about using them in front of another human being.]

Is that a thing thing all people where you're from can do? Or is it a military thing?

[Magic? It looked like magic.]

[tallasaking]

Oh good, maybe they shall make people unnerved and then I shall get more business.

[Tyrion smirks, before he arched an eyebrow.]

Have you been going about? Getting your fortune told?

[tallasaking]

True, but you are more wizard than I am ... magical anything, honestly.

[Tyrion stroked his fingers against his beard, giving Felix a considering look.]

I am listening ...