driftfleet | 002. ☾ First contact { Action }

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002. ☾ First contact { Action }

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. ]

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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?

[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.]

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

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

[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.

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

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

[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...

That's my point: neither am I.

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

You really think so...?

[ Well, now she's getting worried. ]

Yes. Why do you think I don't?

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.

[ 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?

[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.]

[ Humm. This isn't going to be easy then, but Cecil doesn't usually back down from challenges, so she gives it a good try anyway. Well, at least as good a try as she can in her current state. She's not as sharp this way. Perhaps she should try building up her tolerance a little more. ]

I'm tired though. Will you come with me somewhere to lie down?

[...well. drunk Cecil is apparently a genius, because that is exactly the switch in tactics that gets him to push his weight back onto his own feet again, already looking back at the rest of the town before he even answers.]

Oh... yeah, of course!

[he's even quick to smile over it, mood switching fast]

You wanna get a hotel room or something?

[ SUCCESS!! ]

Um. Sure. Or we can just go to a ship. It's up to you.

Don't you want real beds?

[he's already vaguely excited by the idea, and he sticks out his elbow for Cecil to link arms with]

I even know right where one is...

You do?

[ It was sort of a ruse at first, but now she just genuinely lights up. A real bed is so much more a prize than free, disgusting alcochol. She's all for it, almost like she's forgotten what she was intending to do in the first place. ]

Where?

[her excitement is reflected and magnified in him. he feels like he's doing a good job.

Cecil might not realize what she's getting herself into.]

Right by the brothel!

[ He is doing a good job and she definitely doesn't realize what she's started, but the mention of the brothel does at least get her to pause for a moment, concerned. ]

But not... the brothel... right?

No, no... it's just right next door.

[and so of course has nothing to do with that establishment or district at all. nope.

and he'll just casually link arms with her to start steering back in that direction]

[ Although this is completely and utterly obviously so not true at all, inebriated Cecil is just a little too naive to not completely and utterly buy into the false sense of dignity. She's reassured and she nods, stumbling a little as she takes a step away from the wall. ]

All right, let's go.

[and away he goes! back to where they came from, pretty much... right into what serves as a red-light district of this place. but Nel dives right in like he belongs there.

...and there are probably a few people there who already know him by sight, giving him a little wave as he passes. also leering a little because of the pretty thing he has on his arm~]

[ Ever the unassuming one, Cecil doesn't realize the leering has anything to do with her as they plow back through the area to their destination, but she does at least catch the waving Nel receives from several of the other pedestrians. Once more, she surprised by it, because the Nel she met in Court seemed so reserved and not outrageously outgoing, even if he was never downright antisocial. ]

Friends already?

[he's like a lightswitch--either on or off--and right now he's on and glowing. just flying on all the attention and activity, happily careening along.]

Oh yeah, they're... like sooo super nice here. It's crazy.

[and once they pass the brothel and get to this town's seediest little hotel, Nel is just going to kind of guess his way through. because he's not usually the one paying for a room... and having money to actually spend is definitely not something he's not used to yet. so, Cecil might have to wait a few minutes while he talks with the person behind the desk and figures the whole thing out.]

[ Luckily for Nel, Cecil has absolutely no problem with that. She does end up leaning against the lobby desk though, with her arms folded over it and her head resting on her arms. She even closes her eyes and starts to doze off for a bit. ]

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