♦ from the start

[deathcouture]

Who: Kravitz and YOU!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the SS Bloodsport!
When: After the last shuffle!

1) [ action -- SS Bloodsport ]
[ Hello, Bloodsport, you have a new crew member! He's... very confused, wondering why he keeps getting yanked around -- honestly, it's kind of rude. And definitely not the kind of rude that can be made up for with pudding and confetti. Oh well.

He brushes the colorful bits of paper off of the sleeves of his suit coat, straightens his tie, and... starts walking. There's got to be a reason he's just suddenly appeared in this place, right? ]

Hello? ... Is there anyone actually here?

[ Because geez, it's quiet - and not the kind of quiet he likes. ]



2) [ video ]
[ So far, Kravitz's entire experience here has been 1) wake up in a giant spaceship. 2) attempt to regain bearings. 3) almost immediately end up whisked away onto some other ship with a *Pop!* and some confetti. 4) try the pudding. ... It's mediocre at best.

So when he finds this... very complicated Stone of Farspeech... and sees others using it to talk, of course he's going to give it a try. He turns it on, angles the camera well enough to get himself in-frame, and clears his throat. ]

-- Right. Well. I've pretty much gathered the short of what this all is, so beyond that, I have to ask: how cut-off are we? Because there are several people that I really should call right now, and I have a feeling the answer is going to be, "That's impossible". So... how impossible?

[ He's been stuck alone and cut-off from everyone and everything before. This situation is, arguably, better than that... but that doesn't mean he has to like it. ]

Comments

[abracafcku]

You know if I were being cheeky, I'd ask to see your room.

[He leans in toward Kravitz with the most mischievous grin he can manage, before sliding on past. The layout of most of these ships is similar enough he can probably find his way around.]

But seeing as you just arrived, it's probably just boring and empty so c'est la vie, let's go with the lounge.

[He'd normally head toward the kitchen, but this isn't his ship and entering another chef's kitchen would either annoy him or annoy them. With the former being the more likely since he's a very particular elf when it comes to kitchen organization.]

[deathcouture]

[ Well! jfksl Kravitz manages to grin right back at him, even if that did leave him a little flustered again, truth be told. He laughs lightly, amused, and walks with him. ... Good thing ship layouts are pretty universal, because Kravitz is still learning his way around, and all. ]

Well, you're not wrong. It's definitely, um, boring. Very spartan. Guess if I'm going to be stuck here, I might as well try to fix that sooner rather than later.

[abracafcku]

[He laughs as they walk the halls and Taako decides to be bold and slip a hand around to Kravitz's elbow. Will he be allowed to get away with that? Who knows. Does he care about being allowed? ...A little, but it won't stop him from trying.]

Considering the quality of things you'll find on that planet down below? I'll lend you some cash for an IOU on a date later. No one should have to suffer having to scrounge for decorations down there.

[deathcouture]

[ Well duh, he's allowed to get away with it~ They'll just continue down the hallway, arm in arm, like a a sappy couple out on a stroll. Cool. ]

Oh, you can always cash in on a date. I'd be happy to take you. [ With a tone of, "of course, silly~" Then a pause, as he realizes, ] You know, I've barely even thought about visiting the planet yet -- that there is a planet to visit. Just one more thing to get used to about space travel, I guess?

[abracafcku]

[Hell to the fucking yeah, he is both freaking out and happy as shit that after one date things are already going so well. It's honestly... a little weird actually. The last time he saw Kravitz, he'd been so nervous, not even sure if what they'd been doing could be classified as a date. It'd been a pseudo-date? Like a pre-date. It wasn't until the evening was over and they were both comfortably drunk that they'd even stopped to think about it.

And now, here he was, hanging off the Grim fucking Reaper's arm like they're going out to a play. And Kravitz was happily offering to take him on a date? Like an actual date? Not a meeting/date, but a real one.

Well, fuck me.

His life was so weird, but he isn't going to complain.]

Might wait until the planet we're at isn't an actual trash heap. Not exactly the most romantic locale for a date, wouldn't you agree?

[He hates how his heart races as he says that, so he covers it up with a cheesy grin.]

You're a gambling man though, right? I hear they have a casino here. Might be right up your alley.