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driftfleet2018-05-30 10:33 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2018-05-30 10:33 pm
festival day!
Who: EVERYONE
Broadcast: Up to you
Action: Everywhere in the Yadrolla system!
When: 5/30
[At last, the day has come: Festival Day! Once again, the Starstrikers have taken the trophy this year. But that doesn't mean members of other teams, or those who didn't play, can't celebrate with the rest of them!
There are parties everywhere. Ribbons, streamers, and confetti litter every major street in the system. (Remember what they say about glitter...) There is food on every block, and people cramming into shops to get in on the merch.
Don't forget about the reason for the festival-- the pet adoption drive! A large playground-type area has been set up on the Starstrikers' desert moon where people can play and interact with the lovable creatures needing new homes. Whether you're looking for companionship or just something to do, there's plenty to coo over! Every pet comes with an info card listing a fanciful name and a general description of their age and temperament. Maybe Sir Pringle the puppy or Marquess Mariana the fish can become your new best friend.
Sadly, the Fleet will be drifting in about a week... but feel free to party until then!]
Broadcast: Up to you
Action: Everywhere in the Yadrolla system!
When: 5/30
[At last, the day has come: Festival Day! Once again, the Starstrikers have taken the trophy this year. But that doesn't mean members of other teams, or those who didn't play, can't celebrate with the rest of them!
There are parties everywhere. Ribbons, streamers, and confetti litter every major street in the system. (Remember what they say about glitter...) There is food on every block, and people cramming into shops to get in on the merch.
Don't forget about the reason for the festival-- the pet adoption drive! A large playground-type area has been set up on the Starstrikers' desert moon where people can play and interact with the lovable creatures needing new homes. Whether you're looking for companionship or just something to do, there's plenty to coo over! Every pet comes with an info card listing a fanciful name and a general description of their age and temperament. Maybe Sir Pringle the puppy or Marquess Mariana the fish can become your new best friend.
Sadly, the Fleet will be drifting in about a week... but feel free to party until then!]
Kitty Pryde : OTA
[Kitty keeps getting pets left to her when people leave the fleet. She even transferred Laura's nameless cat to a Pavel since it was a lot for one room and one ship. So, she isn't here for another one, but she does like animals and it's hard to not enjoy this many dogs in one place. She'll also be walking around with a lizard on her shoulder for a while. It's a good fit, isn't it?]
At the Club
[You can find her in the club, bottle full of bub'. She's been drinking and dancing. Her skin has a glittery sheen to it from all the fanfare which wasn't intentional, but she doesn't seem to mind. She doesn't care about the Starstruckers or whatever they're called and their win. She's just trying to let loose and relax and enjoy herself. She's been wound too tightly for too long.
Maybe you ran into her at this club, but you also could have gotten a drunk text. Yes, you! It probably included several incomprehensible emojis and the location.]
Wildcard
[Or check her out trying to get some last minute shopping done and getting soaked in confetti in the process. Or fly in the face of this Yadrolla system and catch her on her ship, the Twin Roses or on the Iskaulit where she could be working out or working at the Malum in her new position as bartender or eating at Jarvis' restaurant or just taking her pet direwolf pup, Seeker for a walk. You could even just use this to call her
if you don't want an inbox thread. Or go full wildcard BEYOND ALL SUGGESTIONS!]Drunk Text : Tyrion
[She also includes location coordinates that are surprisingly accurate and emoji free.]
Text
Action forever!
Re: Action forever!
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Drunk Text : Kurt
[Enjoy this totally coherent message that 100% makes sense in her head and these coordinates to the club she's at on the correct planet and all.]
Re: Drunk Text : Kurt
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Drunk Text
Kitty? Are you alright?
Drunk Text
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Text/Clubbing
To his credit, he did make a bit more of an effort with his appearance so he didn't look too terrible walking into the club. He did know how to party once upon a time.
He finds her after some time looking through the crowd and moves to her side, cutting off some guy who'd been looking at her in a way Anders didn't like. Kitty would have wrecked him, Anders is sure, but she seems to be having a good time, she didn't need to deal with that if a pointed look would do the trick for her.]
You seem to be having fun, Pretty-Kitty.
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"What is a drunk text"
Staring. She thinks there's a badly spelled message in here.]
Are you injured?
[MAKIE CHILL but seriously she's not particularly concerned just confused]
The sincerest form of flattery
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Club (I know I said the other thing but I'm feeling this thing and I'm sorry)
He finds her at the bar in all of her sparkliness. She looks happy and that's always nice to see.]
Kitty, hello! I didn't understand your message, so I came here to ask for a translation.
HOW DARE!?!
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Drunk text
New phone, who this?
Drunk text
Drunk text
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Drunk text >Action
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Pet adoption
While she wouldn't mind adopting over 20, she knew that her crew mates prroobbabbblllyyy wouldn't like that. Come and help a girl out?]
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Club
But... he's finding he really enjoys what the future thinks is acceptable clothes for females to wear. Finally, something he likes.
Currently he's standing off to the side appreciating the outfit that Kitty has chosen to wear today. He knows he shouldn't stare, but he doesn't actually care.]
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Clubbin'
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drunk text
drunk text
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Nami | OTA
[She's here, but she's distracted, less likely to be found on the dance floor and more propping up the bar. It's just been too much of an annoying month in general. Sam's missing. Creeptastic dreams that she can still feel days after the fact. And now Mon-El has gone home too, and though she's not really all that depressed, she is just... tired. Nami thinks being out and being social might be a good pick-me-up so this is day umpteen of resolutely ignoring her problems.
Well at least she made a lot of money on this planet. She'll happily talk to people and drink and maybe dance if you ask her and she likes you enough
or you pay herbut chances are high she'll leave early on.]B - Spectating
[Less findable is when she retreats to get some fresh air and breathing space and there's not much to be had in a festival environment, so she goes up. She's sitting on the edge of a fire escape maybe two/three storeys up, still with a drink in hand and watching the crowds below from a less crowded perspective.
It's nice. So many happy people. As far as she knows, they'll all still be alive a week from now.]
C - The Space Bar
[Withdrawing altogether and going to sit in the ghost town that is the Space Bar later in the evening. Most are down below celebrating, so she'll just drink up here in peace and quiet.]
Space Bar
Bucky paused a few feet in the doorway, half a mind to just turn around and leave.]
Hey. Still open for business? I can leave, if not. [She wasn't even facing his direction, but he still gestured over his shoulder with his thumb as though she could see.]
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D. None of the above, here's a Voice.
Straight for the D huh 1/2
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1/2
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loki | ota
[ Of course the Starstrikers won. Predictable. And Loki despises predictability. So why not cause a little chaos of his own? With a little bit of magic, he unlocks the latch and slips into the dogs, disguised as a snake.
The dogs panicked, immediately rushing out like a puppy stampede. The organizers immediately chase after them, trying to corral them into one spot. Meanwhile, Loki finds a quiet corner to change back into himself, brushing off the dust from his clothes. ]
Much better.
[ ii. bootlegs ]
[ And of course, if there is profit to be made (to ensure his continued easy living), Loki continues selling his Thor buttons (which promptly change to THOR SUCKS) later. But he's added some new items to his repertoire. Want some Starstrikers sneakers? You can get them at half price! Of course, they might change into high heels later . . .
You're welcome to come up to his booth and see what catches your eye. ]
[ iii. clubbing ]
[ Loki enjoys parties. Well. Partly. He likes the interplay of people, knowing weaknesses, sidling up to those with power, etc. There's no denying that, in some way, Loki had enjoyed Sakaar. The manipulation, the stakes, the chaotic nature of the world where everything was decided on the whims of a mad immortal.
But after the little stunt at the Marsiva, Loki wanted to be surrounded by people and be alone. And thankfully, he blends right in, nursing a drink in a corner. ]
[ wildcard ]
[ have an idea? drop it here / pm this journal / poke me on
Clubbing
Damn these people know how to party? You got anything like this on your world? Oh yeah - and how goes it renaming the fleet, had any luck?
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Dogs
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i. Puppers
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Kramm
[For someone who came from a fairly medieval world, thumping music and flashing lights is still something of an intense, fascinating mystery. Also as someone who considers themselves a beer concessionaire, he is of course obliged to sample a drink from every venue he visits - or two, or three, so with all of this together you can find him dancing like a bull elephant on ice.]
Come on and slam and welcome to the Kramm!
Pet Adoption
[Since only epic decisions are made while one is tanked, adopting a pet while being foricebly housed in a dinky ship in the vast reaches of space seems like an excellent idea, but Kramm's having a hard time deciding what to adopt. Lizard? Bird? Fuzzy puppy? ... Fish? He'll just have about made up his mind on one and then start thinking again about another. Help him decide, or maybe make it worse?]
Wildcard
[Got something fun you want to do with the big black dragonborn? Toss it here!]
Pavel Chekov // OTA
[Chekov does not need a pet because he and his newly-adopted cat are quite happy together. This fact doesn't prevent him from visiting the pet adoption drive since there are objectively adorable puppies there. And fish! He's particularly interested in the fish since they seem to be getting ignored in favor of the puppies and birds and lizards.
You might see him talking at a tank of fish in Russian. You might also suspect that he's slightly crazy.]
[Anywhere with Alcohol]
[Hey you! Yes, you! Pavel saw you ordering a drink and he insists on paying for it, please, he won more money in the Siege tournaments (it's one of the local variants of chess, you know, and he made himself slightly infamous in the Siege world, but maybe you don't know about that because you were paying attention to sports that weren't board games) than he knows what to do with, it's his pleasure!]
[Clubs]
[Pavel doesn't usually care for clubs--they tend to be loud and crowded and extremely difficult to hold a decent conversation in--but everyone else is going and... maybe it'll be fun? Possibly? He can at least hang out and see if he finds anyone he knows.
Catch him propping up a wall, drink in hand. Unlike many wallflowers, he looks quite content (but definitely open to company!).
Or find him having a conversation with a lovely orange (and presumably female) local who is, judging from the way she's leaning close and periodically touching his shoulder, very possibly flirting. His expression goes from friendly to intrigued to, finally, politely confused, and his confusion persists after she wanders off to join a newly-arrived group. What was that all about?]
in da clurb
Did you know she was flirting with you?
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cluuuub (also i'm really tired lmk if this makes no sense)
it makes all of the sense!
Hooray!
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Alcohol
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Alcohol
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Leia Organa | OTA
[It's been a long time since Leia has been anywhere where she could enjoy a parade or a party or anything in public, without having to worry about being arrested or worse. So, while she's not exactly in the Starstrikers spirit, or even really participating in a let-loose kind of way, that's not to say she's not enjoying the festivities.
Whether it's watching a parade, trying some food, or even just drifting off to the side, enjoying the view of the stars, Leia's clearly in a better mood than she was just a few days ago.]
B. Pet adoption
[Leia doesn't want a pet, exactly. She doubts there's time or space for an animal here, especially not on a ship. But that isn't about to stop her from looking while she's here.]
I wonder how large these will get.
[Which pet is she talking about? That's entirely up to you. Leia's making a point to look at every one of the pets available, just out of curiosity.]
C. Not-really-shopping
[Because it's hard to go much of anywhere without seeing literally anything you could want for sale with a starstriker logo or in starstriker colors. Leia's not in the market--she's not even sure she'd be able to afford it, if she were--but it's almost impressive just how much stuff there is for sale here.]
They really move fast here.
[that, or they've got a huge stockpile of merch for each team they cart out. Either way, it's almost mindboggling to see.]
D. Wildcard
[Have another idea? Toss it here, or pm me here or at
A (star gazing)
He finds himself, as the parade is ending, staring up at the sky. After a moment, he notices Leia's face pointed up at the sky too.]
Hell of a view, isn't it?
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Pet Adoption
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Thor | OTA
[One might think that, being the kind of guy Thor is and the team he sided with, that he would be found admiring the dogs up for adoption. Instead - much to the dismay of the Starstrikers - he made a beeline for the domestic lizards.
He spends a good couple of hours chatting up the bemused handlers about the attributes of the lizards. Once he learns they can fetch things, he starts throwing Starstriker buttons into the pen and watching the lizards scurry off to pick them up.
This is delightful.]
b. storytime
[Being on the winning team and already popular to boot, Thor gets approached by excited fans all through the day. He doesn't mind, happy to talk to any of the kids or adults who want to discuss the festival or the games.
Eventually though he gets to talking about his other exploits, which is how he can be found near one of the food trucks in the afternoon with a good dozen people hanging off his every word as he describes one of his more recent victories.]
--but the bear proved more courageous than sensible, and it was keen to take off my arm in revenge. It didn't know just who it was dealing with. The beast came at me and I grabbed it round the neck--
[Thor makes a grabbing motion with one arm to demonstrate. The crowd gasps. Whatever will happen next?]
c. clubbing
[After his attack on the Marsiva and subsequent week and a half of illness, Thor is thoroughly done with languishing and throws himself into one of the desert moon clubs in a bid to shake off the memory of it. He's there most of the night, talking to other patrons with a drink in hand or hitting the dance floor a few times. Bump into him and he'll gladly rope you into whatever he's doing.]
d. midnight blues
[Despite having a good time - more than a good time, in the case of one fan he'd been gamely flirting with an hour - there comes a point where Thor finds he's done with it. His mood shifts, finding only an odd sense of loss when he looks around at the happily partying clubgoers. So he bids farewell to the disappointed woman before heading out to the much emptier balcony.
It has a striking view of the desert sands under the myriad of moons and stars in the sky. Thor leans back against the balcony rail and sips at whatever number drink this is while staring up at the vista, a pensive expression on his face despite some of the persistent confetti dusting his arms.]
e. wildcard
Clubbing
Funny running into you here. [So literal.]
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Storytime
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Haggar (As Katie's double) || OTA
[ This "festival day" was already too tiring from how crowded and busy it was, but as there are merits to observing others, she is doing so by finding certain perches to watch the festivities from safely, often changing locations around to not as be in one spot for too long. Usually though, she might be best noticed sitting on top of a wall, sometimes giving uncertain looks to a plate of food, or pretending to be interested in a magazine featuring the Starstrikers Champions. Sometimes she might be paying more attention to the starry sky if she gets caught up in a few thoughts in any chance of quiet.
Either way, while she seems perfectly ordinary to blend in with the people to not draw so much notice from the crowds this time, the fact that she bears a very striking resemblance to Katie might draw a double take from any passing Fleeters familiar with the young woman.
Though it's also very likely that Katie herself is not too far away and might choose to make herself known. Either way, surprise, there is another. ]
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Hey. Real party, right? I might not like them all that much, but the Starstriker's really know how to party.
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Keith | OTA
[As adorable as the dogs were, he knew that it would be a nightmare to deal with a puppy, and otter, and a tiny snow leopard, so he wasn't planning to take one with him (even if it did look a lot like Shiro's dog from back home).
Instead, he was just going to chill out there for a few hours and play with them.]
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Street Food!
[Keith was also taking advantage of being able to eat something other than space rations for a while. The food stands had all sorts of stuff on a stick, in a pouch, with a bun, or wrapped in something edible. Perfect for eating without utensils, and he was enjoying as much as he was brave enough to try. (There were definitely a few that seemed less than appetizing.)]
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Parade!
[And, of course, he was going to watch the parade. Keith didn't really want to participate, even if he had participated and won his share of competitions, as he wasn't the type to really revel in too much public attention. So, he stayed put on the sidelines and watched instead.]
Pets
Right now, Lance is laying down with about five puppies climbing on top of him, one happily licking his face.]
Okay, Keith, if I die here via puppy smothering, don't resuscitate me. This is how I want to go.
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parade!!
Re: parade!!
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[He doesn't need a dog. He doesn't. He can always borrow Umbra or Pryna if he's missing them. A pet is just, so much responsibility! Not that he wouldn't dedicate every moment he could to a sweet little pupper. He spends some time looking at them, regardless. And then he wanders around looking at what else was available.]
A bird could be cool. Those are easier to take care of. Right? Are they?
[ Shopping ]
[He can be found all over the shops, poking at things, overall bewildered and indecisive, picking things up, then putting them back a moment later. Sometimes he mutters about the quality, or the colors. Someone has a birthday coming up, and he wants to find something perfect. It's harder than he anticipated.]
[ Festivities ]
[His team did not win, but he's going to celebrate anyway. He's got confetti stuck in his hair and glitter everywhere else, and it's fantastic. He'll be cheering as the parade rolls by, sampling food from the stalls, and bobbing along at a party, drink in hand.]
festivities!
Prompto!
[Once she gets through the crowd, she grabs his shoulder to balance, grinning. She's got an oversized Starstrikers jersey on, despite not having joined a team. On the back it says 'Ihlefeld' with a large 02 underneath the name.]
Hey, what're you getting to eat? [She looks to the stall.] Mind sharing?
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Sokka | OTA
[Sokka already has a fish, it's one of those weird neon things they got forever ago. But he's always on the lookout for more. Their ship is called The Blue Fish, after all. It stands to reason that they should get plenty of them.
Plus if they ever get super hungry, and get cut off from all other food supplies, they can just eat them. (He is not going to do that, he's going to get attached like he did with the neon fish. He grins at his new companion.]
I'm gonna name you Commander Bubbles.
Swag
[Sokka was NOT a supporter of the Starstrikers by any means. He'll be a Waves guy til the day he dies. But someone important to him is a diehard Striker's fan, and so he'll be gathering some tat up- he looks like it's actually paining him to do so, but buy stuff he does- ignoring the looks of disdain from the vendors selling them. He turns to you, frowning. ]
I dunno, should I get the coffee cup or the umbrella?
Wildcard
[Want something else? Hit me up! Throw anything at me, Sokka can also be found at the clubs, restraints (eating an excessive amount of food, of course, and enjoying the floats. ]
Pet adoption
It just wasn't fair that she had to choose just one! It just wasn't right...!
But as she looked through, that's when she saw the neon looking fish]
Or how about Commander Sparkles? I think that'll be cute too!
Pet adoption
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adoption
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Hux | OTA
[Hux could be seen looking at the various pets. He doubted he was going to adopt one, but the thought crossed his mind. He had always wanted a pet, but with his job it wasn't something he could have. Having a pet on a military ship was not really advisable. Plus, he spent a lot of his time working. Now...he could possible have that time involved in raising a pet.
He looked at the fish believing they may be easier to maintain.]
B: Spectating
[While not a social person, Hux spent some of his downtime simply observing others and the events going on. He still had a hard time understanding people in general and used it as a way to learn. With his experience with Pidge he was also more reluctant to approach people that werne't military.]
C: Wildcard
[Feel free to run into Hux elsewhere if you want to do something else.]
Spectating
[She's dressed simply, in natural colors, practical cuts, and natural fibers, her left arm an impressive scrapped prosthetic with darkened metal and shark angles. She's got a bag of scrap metals with her, newly procured, and stops at a stall of smoked meats to pick up some more provisions.]
[After the sale, she starts to head out on her way, but gets the feeling that she's being watched. She casts a wary glance over the crowd, as always here wondering if this worry was was a legitimate concern or the remnants of Wastelander life that would never really leave her.]
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[The crowds are a bit much to deal with, but once Kaidan encounters the adoption stands he's more or less done for. It feels silly to feel sentimental about something he won't get to keep for the long term, but he can't help himself. It's therapeutic.
Before long, the Marine is kneeling down in a pen full of puppies, smiling happily and petting each and every one of them and talking softly to them.]
Aw, hey there pup...
B. You're a Winner
[For once, Kaidan lets himself get swept up in the spirit of things. It's easier than digging in his heels and trying to do the opposite, and to be honest, the games had been kind of a thrill. When they shove swag and accolades he takes them, not without an embarrassed smile but little reluctance.
As the party kicks into high gear, Kaidan can be found in one of the packed clubs he'd usually avoid, dressed in his Starstrikers jersey and light up shoes and probably covered in silver glitter, three sheets to the wind and dancing. Badly.
Seriously, guys, it's really bad.]
C. Wildcard
[Encounter him earlier in the day, watching the parade, out drinking, taking his biotic metabolism and his vouchers to any of the restaurants, or anything else. HMU if you have ideas!]
You're A Winner
Kaiden? Are you ... alright?
[Seriously that dancing looked painful. Well not so much painful dancing as painful to watch.]
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leilani lavellan
[ In the middle of the playground, Leilani can be found with wide eyes and a puppy in her arms, the little thing wiggling against the flesh and the metal. She looks absolutely delighted, leaning down and nudging their noses together, laughing brightly when she gets licked on her face. Clearly she's a dog person. She lifts the little thing up and walks over, filling out everything that she needs to do in order to take him home.
As soon as she has a lead and a puppy in hand, she starts walking around with him, speaking to him in soft, slow elven. She doesn't care what name his little card has, she's given him his own one - and that's what she shouts when he tugs on the lead and tries to rush off. ]
Da'Fen, get back here -
IN THE CLUB
[ When it comes to the actual clubbing it's clear that Leilani isn't particularly interested in the dancing or the celebrating. She hasn't been supporting the Starstrikers, but she takes advantage of the fact that it's loud, filled with people who probably won't bother her with alcohol ready to be bought.
After the last few days... She has the money to spend on drinks.
For the most part she nurses one that she has in front of her, some strong kind of whiskey that makes her feel like she's back in the Herald's Rest laughing with a game of Wicked Grace happening in front of her. That just makes her think of Dorian and, sourly, she finishes her drink like it's a shot and orders another one, leaning forward to rest her face on the bar.
Shit. ]
SHOPPING / BLUE FISH
[ She might not have been much of a Starstriker fan, but Leilani is more than happy to take one of the jerseys off their hands, especially one with 'LAVELLAN' emblazoned on the back... Just in case anyone forgets. She wanders around and looks at everything on sale - candles, balls, shoes - and doesn't seem particularly interested in them all. Da'fen walks around and between her legs, an eager little puppy leaping here and there, but she keeps a tight hold on his lead to make sure he doesn't go too far away from her.
It seems, more than anything else, that she's wasting time until she can clamber back onto her ship. When she does go back to the Blue Fish she locks herself in her room, tucking herself into her too small bed with a dozing puppy resting on her chest, closing her eyes and trying to relax. ]
Blue Fish visit
Leilani, can I come in?
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Dr. Flug Slys | OTA
"Ah, I see you've taken an interest in my top glider! Heterochromia is quite in reptiles--"
"Not that rare--"
[Flug chuckles, unable to not make the connection between the green specimen and his obnoxious coworker. This seller is a lot shadier than the others but that had been what interested Flug; what sort of bootlegging did they do to claim their pets were 'better quality? Either way, he is already bored by this seller's attempts to trick him.]
"No, I think I have enough reptilian menaces in my life, thank you. I'll just put this ba-- Hn? Where'd it go?"
[Flug sweats as the lizard that had been RIGHT THERE is suddenly missing. Oh, he is not being forced to pay for this thing running off the second the handler realizes what happened! Help him look? (Or get away, rather). Like it or not, Flug is boarding his ship with a little stowaway later on.]
B.) STOP RIGHT THERE, VILLAIN!
[One of the perks of not being known in this galaxy is how easily Flug can just waltz into weapons shop without arousing suspicion. It doesn't take the technician long to select a few items.]
"Would you be willing to part with that display model, per chance?"
"I suppose we could, but it won't be functional without--"
"That won't be necessary."
[The people here have no idea of his reputation, too bad the same cannot be said as fellow fleeters. Speaking of which, Flug eyes someone he recognizes from the fleet warily as they also enter. You aren't about to make this hard for him, are you?]
C.) DEATH OF THE PARTY
[While Doctor Flug has never been one of those villains with the power to suck the life out of the room, you might almost believe it were you stumble upon him now, what with the complete and utter lack of joy he radiates in the midst of what had to the happiest bunch of fans to ever cheer. Flug doesn't even know how he got there, covered in confetti and glitter, with star shaped sunglassas over his goggles, it isn't quite a club as much as a patio table at some outside venue, but thanks to Castiel's little dream visit, the Scientist has been wandering in a state of mortified shock the last several hours.]
"I'm dead I'm so dead. What does it matter? Nothing matters..."
[Two weeks, TWO WEEKS of projects he is now behind, and Black Hat still hasn't shown up to get and/or kill him. Is he just not worth the trouble? Evil or not, this guy definitely needs to lighten up.
Someone teach this man how to party! Or coerce him into just about anything...]
Kurt Darkholme: Late and OTA
Kurt has no intention of getting a pet. There are so many wandering around the ship as it is, and there's also that he's never owned a pet in his life. He has no idea how to care for fur different than his own, or if he'd have the temperament.
But he does enjoy spending time with animals, so he can be found quietly volunteering to help feed the animals, or spend time playing with those that need to burn energy.
Clubbing!
His presence is entirely the fault of Kitty Pryde and her drunk emotes. It'd been so long since he'd felt the urge to socialize that his inclination was to stay at the ship, but now that he's here Kurt seems to be having a good time. He might be easier to spot then normal, given he's dressed in mostly tan and white, sans shirt as is tradition.
He can most often be found with a drink in hand, or with his tail coiled around the glass if he happens to be showing off his natural grace on the dance floor. Though he loves it, a man has to catch his breath sometime, so he can also be found leaning against a wall doing just that and indulging a bit of people-watching at the same time. As the night goes on and he starts actually feeling the drinks, Kurt gets flirty; his smiles are wider, he's more prone to touch people on the arm or the back while talking to them, his compliments come more freely and so does his laughter.
Wildcard:
(The space for things I didn't think of because I am le tired.)
CLUBBING FOREVER LATE
All the more reason to grab a drink and make a couple of memories, and only slightly bad choices.
It takes him a bit to spot Kurt in the masses, surprised to see the other out in the crowd, though he appreciates the other's attire. He is his normal black v-neck, fitted leather team jacket, jeans, and boots. Nothing exciting, but they fit him well in a former country boy kind of way. He moves along the rim of the crowd around to Kurt, reaching to grip his arm to get his attention above the din.
"Hey! So you do believe in pants when clubbing!" A call back to the Halloween social, where Kurt had not worn pants but that rather attractive loin cloth number. Pity. Kirt wouldn't have minded a re-appearance of that one.
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