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Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: Lone Breaker System
When: The fleet will be in this system from 3/10 to 4/14

Welcome to the Lone Breaker System. The planet consists of a single ghost town that replenishes its stock daily, and a desert that does not. There are quite a few points of interest, no consequences, and a mystery to be investigated!

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[Wh- oh, leaf. Absently he pats down his hair as they begin to walk, remaining at her side this time.]

What are you looking for this time?

[May as well be useful and keep an eye out.]

Clothes. [Kaname answers him with a cheery tone, smiling like she's perfectly content with their current arrangement. Any specifics will come once they're closer to the shops she was thinking of earlier.]

How's your day been going? You ate a good lunch, right?

[It's really just casual conversation with the addition of her idly checking up on him as she might otherwise.]

There's plenty to choose from, it's a nice change of pace from the food provided on the ships.

I've been eating the ship's rations. I still don't like the suspicious circumstance of this place.

[And he knows it's getting a bit absurd and paranoid at this point, with everyone else raiding the food supply left and right, and it's not as if the ship rations themselves aren't similarly suspicious in how they refresh themselves regularly, but- look, it's him. She should know by now.]

...It's good that everyone seems to be enjoying it, though.

[Progress, right??]

[She really does know, which is why nothing about his answer surprises her. Except maybe his addendum, which causes her to glance at him.]

It is good. [Definitely progress. Kaname puts her hand on his arm to get his attention.]

After this, we're getting some food. Good food, not the ship stuff. I won't take no for an answer.

[She looks at him a little expectantly.]

[don't

don't look at him like that

Messer doesn't need to return the look for his internal conflict to be pretty obvious.]

...I suppose no one's died from eating it yet.

[Don't shame him for his caution, Kaname!! It's not a no, though.]

Aside from Freyja's particular taste, I haven't heard of anything wrong with it.

[Despite his very obvious inner battle, Kaname remains smiling, almost amused by it. Almost.]

Admittedly, it tasted fine to me, too. [Any scolding or look of disapproval Messer might send her way is cut short by a triumphant exclamation from the redhead.]

Here we are.

[In front of a men's clothing store.]

[Messer doesn't answer for a long moment, following her gaze up- to the display window, to the sign above the shop, to the obvious intent in her stopping here. And then:]

...Kaname.

[His tone says it all: what. what are you doing. why.]

[Kaname turns to face him, giving him a knowing smile.]

Have you gotten anything for yourself yet?

[Because really.]

A little.

[He sounds a bit reluctant to admit it; he knows he's already doomed, and he's damning himself further with this. They are going shopping for him and there's nothing he can do about it.]

[With that answer, she turns and walks inside, knowing full well he'll follow her. There, she looks around for a good place to start.

Oh look, t-shirts. She pulls a dark green one off the shelf and turns to hold it out to him.]

How about this?

[T-shirt... he can't even remember the last time he wore one of those. It's so informal. He accepts it from her anyway, one eyebrow cocked.]

It's... fine.

[IT'S NOT HIS STYLE AT ALL]

[That gets her to chuckle and pluck it out of his grasp to put back on the table. She can read him well enough to know.]

Then you pick something out.

[Huffff, that's fine, he can handle that. He's a goddamned adult, he bought his own clothes on Ragna and everything. Taking a brief, cursive glance at the options on the racks nearest him, he pulls the plainest, blackest long-sleeved button shirt in his size and drapes it over his arm. See? An adult. This is totally unnecessary. ~~and a little embarrassing~~]

[Embarrassing or not, it makes her happy.

She offers him a dark blue long sleeved shirt with a hopeful look.]

Is this better?

[Bless her for both her patience and taste. She gets it! He accepts the shirt and adds it to the first, offering up (at last!) a small smile.]

Thank you, it's perfect.

I'll get there. [And she intends to. His style isn't difficult to pin down, but it's also doesn't leave a lot of room for variation either.]

I think there are some shoes in the back corner, too. Maybe some boots.

[He glances towards the back with a nod, and starts in that direction. Shoes! Those are useful, less worry about style and colour. He could definitely use those, at least.]

I'm used to spending most of my time in uniform, you know. I don't need much variation.

[If he has too many clothes then he'll have to pick daily outfits... please spare him.]

[Stop reading her mind, Messer, it's rude. Kaname purses her lips at getting caught.]

I do know of course, but you don't have it here right now. It might be a chance to discover some new things.

[Things that he likes. Since he can't do that at home anymore. Weh.]

[Shush that's part of his job. Probably. ~~honestly it was a lucky guess~~]

That's fair.

[He's not even really arguing, as evidenced by his begrudging cooperation; it's true that it would be inconvenient to have a limited closet or be forced to wear those itchy basic jumpsuits. Back home he had multiple copies of his uniform for daily use, so at the very least he ought to have the same amount of clothing here.]

Be sure to get what you want, as well.

[His thoughts to her elicit a wry smile, causing her to shake her head.]

Don't worry about me, I've been good with stocking up. We're focusing on you today.

[As uncomfortable as that might make him, Kaname knows it's needed. And that he'll go along with it at her request, as manipulative as it sounds. Joining him over by the shoes, the singer watches him.]

It's fun. I'm happy to do this.

Mm... good, then.

[Hard to argue with that, so he doesn't bother trying. Her happiness is what ultimately matters to him, after all. Instead he crouches down to examine the selection of shoes and boots, taking a bit of extra time for not just the overall functionality of his options but also the style, what might go with what she's suggested for him already. He's no expert in fashion, but there are a couple of options that stick out to him as pretty sharp, so after a moment he lifts a pair of sturdy, shining black boots.]

These?

I mean, you could take them all if you really wanted.

[It's a joke, of course. Even if Messer wanted to, which he'd never, there's only so much storage space to hold such things.

Kaname crouches down beside him to get a closer look, giving him a smile before she focuses on the boots he's selected.]

They're nice... a little more upscale than I've seen you wear. [A nod.] But they're just as functional, aren't they? A perfect fit, I'd say.

I think two will be plenty. Something utilitarian, and something a little more quality.

[Because it's not like he goes out or anything, god no, but even back on Ragna he had a nicer set of clothes in case they needed to get formal for whatever reason. Espionage in various situations was in the job description.]

That sounds like a plan. This store seemed to suit your style more than some others I'd seen, so it's good to know I wasn't far off.

[A thoughtful hum can be heard as she stands back up to look around.]

A winter jacket or two would be good. We've been to a few colder planets already...

[He glances around the store again, then at her; there's a long pause, and then- his shoulder drop, a mix of relaxation and defeat. You can almost hear the sound of logic slamming the door on paranoia, however temporarily.]

With everything free here, I may as well collect a full wardrobe for all seasons. Even if they're never used, better to have than not... waiting would be a drain on funds I'm not likely to have later.

[He's got no illusions of his entertainment capabilities on a reality show that apparently revolves around interpersonal drama. Why did they pick him to be here, exactly?

Not that he's complaining, but. It's weird as heck.]