002. ☾ First contact { Action }

[proteusmoon]

Who: Cecil and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planet, around!
When: October 24th, night

[ After sifting through the changes made to the ship with the disappearance of some of the crew, as well as making sure their newest addition settled in all right, Cecil is a little late making it out to explore the planet they've landed on. That said, she's not sure how it is that she managed to attract such a crowd of natives, much less how they managed to keep her busy with being led around their quaint, dusty home all day. One thing just led to another and she's been sight-seeing and answering an awful lot of questions about herself.

It's now nighttime, she's unwittingly tried enough lighter fluid-flavored liquor to render her a little drunk, and it seems her small following is leading her inside the brothel next. It's unclear whether or not she realizes where they're going, but she's also got a handful of those red stones and she's in a pretty good mood, so she's content to be led along.

Honestly, it's been a trying past couple weeks and she needed this chance to unwind, really. Maybe not quite this much, but beggars can't be choosers. ]

Comments

[catamite]

[and he is absolutely not going to notice. especially now that he's thinking, the last thing going on in his head is noticing how heavily he's leaning on somebody.]

It's probably, like... [and he takes quite a long moment to come up with the concept] ...religion.

[proteusmoon]

[ She actually takes a rather long moment herself to process that concept herself. On her world, religion doesn't really exist the way she's heard it does in other places. People have faith and responsibilities to the planet, but... rituals and commandments, taboos and stigmas? No. They don't have those. Prayer is a means for meditation, a way to channel one's own inner energy to communicate and function with the world around them. It's not wish-making. ]

Oh. I suppose so.

[catamite]

[whoa. things got deep.

and Nel can't exist that way for very long. he looks like he's thinking long and hard about this, but... his mind is really wandering elsewhere. leaning there, he's taking a very long mental trip around, spacing out in the vague direction of Cecil's face.

and when he comes back, he somehow sounds even tipsier.]

Hey... Cecil...

[proteusmoon]

[ This is why Cecil should never drink. ]

Hm?

[catamite]

...Do you ever wonder if you're pretty?

[this is absolutely related to things.

it makes total sense to him.]

[proteusmoon]

[ ...This is also why Nel shouldn't drink. ]

I... Yes. I do. I used to a lot when I was younger.

[catamite]

[this among many other reasons is why Nel shouldn't drink.]

Really? ...Do you still?

[proteusmoon]

Sometimes, yes. Doesn't everyone?

[catamite]

I dunno.

[his whole body lolls in her direction a little, while he takes a minute to feel sorry for himself]

Why would you ever wonder that, though? You're so pretty...

[proteusmoon]

[ Instinctively, she moves her body to accommodate his weight against her and she rubs his cheek a little harder than necessary in a comforting gesture. ]

Nobody else looked like me, growing up. I was... different. Strange.

[catamite]

[he squints one eye closed but is too numbed to notice much beyond that]

...Wasn't that a good thing? It's good to stand out sometimes...

[proteusmoon]

I didn't see it that way. I just wanted to be the same as everyone else.

[catamite]

Didn't people always tell you that you're pretty though?

I bet they said it all the time...

[proteusmoon]

I trained to be a knight from a young age, so most of me was covered in armor-- just as I preferred it.

[ Where is this conversation going... ]

Do you think I'm that pretty, Nel?

[catamite]

[right... he'd had a point originally. and while he tries to remember what that was, he plunks his head back so he can peek over at her face.

and he just nods. in that genuine, earnest way that means he's somewhere between admiring and jealous of her for it.]

[proteusmoon]

[ Suddenly, it's like she's talking to Palom or something. ]

Nel... you're not unattractive yourself, you know.

[catamite]

[he narrows his eyes, squinting at her for a few drunken seconds too long. it takes him a minute to make his judgement.]

...You're just being nice.

[proteusmoon]

[ She laughs a little at that. Such distrust! ]

No more than you were "just being nice" to me a second ago.

[catamite]

[he picks his head up so he can clumsily turn to face her more straight on] I wasn't being nice!

[...wait.]

I mean, I was... but not, like... just being nice...

[proteusmoon]

That's my point: neither am I.

[catamite]

[oh, there goes the lolling again. he drapes on her with a plaintive sound.]

You really think so...?

[proteusmoon]

[ Well, now she's getting worried. ]

Yes. Why do you think I don't?

[catamite]

I don't know...

[he's a hot mess. trying to think and explain his way through a complicated thought is difficult on a good day, let alone when he's wasted]

I just wonder about stuff sometimes. I guess.

[proteusmoon]

[ This means one thing to Cecil's foggy, concerned mind: it's time for someone to take a nap. Dry out. Maybe that's best for both of them. ]

Nel, are you sleepy?

[catamite]

[he's not on the verge of drunk-tears, but he's definitely getting to that point where emotions are big and increasingly impossible.

unfortunately, getting Nel away from a party isn't often an easy task.]

Nooo... [--which is always his answer to that question. always.]