driftfleet | 2nd shuffle, 2nd deal

Who: Remy and open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Planetside.
When: During planet stay.

[Action] Out and Exploring
[It was all too good to be true.

Everything about this planet was setting Remy’s sense on high, constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop and waiting for something to happen. But he wasn’t going to sit around for it to happen, he was going to go find it. He needed information before he could get even close to relaxing. After checking out the main strip of the town, unable to find anything remotely nefarious, bugs or cameras or anything, he starts working his way outwards.

Grabbing a less than cool scooter (really, why couldn’t there be a motorbike in this place?), though picking out at least a color he liked, Remy started exploring the outskirts. Going between houses and stopping off at them now and then to investigate.]

[Video/Action] Stake(Steak)out
[Finding no satisfying answers with the houses and a way to explain the lack of any life in the city, Remy decides he wants to try and tackle another issue: how this place was ‘respawning’ everything. And that called for a stakeout.

Which he hated.

He always hated stakeouts. They were boring. You had to concentrate rather than try and past time, and for someone who had to move, had to talk, had to find a way to occupy his time, they were always tough for Remy.

There were two ways he was trying to counter this: first, he had set up his com to record everything, settling it on the counter to try and cover as much of the store as possible, both to review in case he felt he missed something and to offer to anyone who may be staying up as stupidly late as he was. The second was he was occupying himself to keep from getting bored. Having settled on one of the food shops for this experiment, Remy made the most of the food within it. Though this resulted not only in being able to snack as he wanted, but also making forts and houses out of canned food, or deciding to experiment with different food items, as much as he could without having any way to cook stuff up at least.

Anyone is welcome to join him, either in person, or over the feed he is putting out for those who want to see it from the comfort of their beds or ships.]

[Action/Video] Stocking up
[Suspicious or not, Remy is not going to miss out on the chance with all the options this planet had. He worked on restocking his wardrobe, grabbing whatever caught his eye and that matched to his typical fashion choices, as well as a few pieces for his cats and some other entertainment items. Books, tools, whatever and everything he wanted from the planet.

And of course, he was making the most of the food, even if they all do have that slight citrus taste... It was always amazing to get access to perishables, stuff that wouldn’t last between stops or planets that didn’t stock what he wanted. And there was a good way to help counter that: preserving. Claiming one of the kitchens close to a food store, Remy spends a chunk of time working on making up items that can be stored on the ships or at the restaurants on the Iskaulit, as well as offering it to said people if they wanted.]

Crowley, Jarvis, [He addresses over the com, putting it out there even if they aren’t listening. He’s set up the com so he can speak to it despite his hands being busy cleaning up something that pretty much is a tomato in taste and appearance.] Am makin’ up some stuff that might work for ya’ll places, if ya want them will drop off a bunch when I get them back to the ships. ‘nd know ya will want them Nami. I got a few new ideas to put on the menu after we leave this place, just will have to make room in storage for everything, but should last us a good time. Never know when goin’ to get produce like this ‘gain.

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So, essentially, you want a good death?

[The concept has always been a strange one for Crowley. He knows mortals die, it's the one absolute they live by- it's right there in the name. He's seen countless of them go, in all kinds of ways, peaceful, violent, slow and quick. But he's always been a spectator to it. He won't ever die, not properly, it's not something he's had to consider. How he'd want to punch his clock. ]

Suppose if you had a choice in that matter, it's not a bad pick.

Donno if such a thing exists, cheri. I guess if had a choice, just not slow 'nd painful. Other than that, [There was a shrug of a shoulder to finish that thought up.

Before Remy thought of something else.] 'nd hopefully no hell afterwards, 've broken far too many commandments to not end up there. Which be all the funnier considerin' who I sayin' this to, non? [That was a funny thought now... less so if it happened.] Maybe not with m' world at least.

[Crowley gives a smile that's not nice at all, it's practically a grimace. ]

I think hoping not to end up in Hell is a very good thought. No one wants to be there. That said, Heaven's pretty shit, too. Whichever way you're pretty fucked and no one there will give a shit about you.

So basically, enjoy life while you have it.

'll keep m' fingers crossed for re'ncarnation then, 'nd hope I didn't screw up 'nough to end up as a bug. [This wouldn't be an issue back home, the Guild had the Elixir of Life, with that he had a good hundred or two hundred years under his belt.

Though that did feel a little sad having to outlive friends.

Then again, that would assume Remy would ever leave, or want to leave, the Fleet.] Or need to start eatin' better 'nd doing, I donno, yoga or something.

Wouldn't be able to tell you. We don't cover that kind of thing.

[He's at least learned to not dismiss other religions out of hand. You come across enough Gods and you learn to just let sleeping dogs lie in that one. ]

Oh, sure. Yoga is absolutely gonna do it.

[Yeah, because Remy was really the type of guy to be able to sit still long enough to do some of those yoga poses. He would be bored out of his mind and fidgeting all over the place, unable to stop himself.] That 'nd jucin', ain't that a trend?

'll think 'll worry 'bout that all at a later point, [It's how Remy lived his life so far.] Or not at all. No fun in that.

Plus, got plenty to do without thinkin' 'bout all that. [Such as sorting out the stock to take back on the ships. A much more pleasant way to spend his time rather than dreading his death.]

Probably? Humans go through all weird trends like that to try and delay the inevitable.

Exactly, better to focus on the actual living part.

'll drink to that, well, later at least since don't have 'nything suitable for that right now. Maybe take up on those free drinks I now have access too. [Yes, because Remy was so worried about saving money at Crowley's place. Good services deserved to be well paid, and as much as he may joke about Málum being competition to The Space Bar, Remy enjoyed having access to such a place. It help fill that void of 'nightclub' for the Fleet when they were between planets.]

[And it's reasons like that, that Málum exists for. Well, that and a place for Crowley to store his booze.

Mostly the last one.]

Sure, why not.

Tell ya what, when I do 'll drop off a list of what 've done up to... well not to ya, but to Tyrion at least. [Delegating the work and all, right Crowley?]

Consider it a done deal.