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. ]

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[proteusmoon]

[ The knight-queen is secretly grateful she can pretend that very embarrassing thing that just happened didn't happen at all. ]

Ah... I see...

[ It does seem a little... barbaric, to be honest, but Hange knows more than she, of course, so she trusts she knows what she's talking about. Even if she didn't, with the way Hange just barrels through everything with her high octane energy and steadfast confidence, Cecil would still not question it much at all. ]

Strange. Are you sure they're... natural beings? They sound like... like someone's mad inventions run amuck.

[ Seriously. Actual mad scientists are scary. Exhibit A: Doctor Lugae. ]

[aberrant_type]

["Mad scientist" wafts off Hange a little bit, to be honest... but in a way she's gone in the other direction and perhaps become a little too sane. That is to say, she manages herself very, very well.

And she would never embarrass Cecil over a drinks mishap! The speculation, however, makes her eyes brighten and her grin widen.]

Ah-ah-ah... ah-ah-ah... you'd better watch what you say, Cecil. That kind of speculation can lead you to quickly being made to disappear, where I'm from.

[proteusmoon]

[ It always surprises her how Hange just says such dark things with a big smile on her face. ]

Just like asking too many questions about the equipment you use can also get you in trouble, eh? It sounds to me like all the secrecy there is the obvious answer.

[aberrant_type]

Without specimens here to research, I can't really advance. [She shrugs and slurps her drink more. Not saying what she thinks.] Are you finished?

[proteusmoon]

[ What a look that is. Cecil isn't sure if she's offended the older woman or not, and yet, her response isn't as measured as it normally would be with someone she respects as much as she respects Hange. ]

Are you?

[aberrant_type]

[Hey, look, the face is mostly gone again, like the sun coming out from behind a cloud.]

Oh, enough, I think.

[She bangs the glass back down on the table and raises up hue and cry:]

Bartender! Bring us another of the same!

[proteusmoon]

[ It really doesn't take much longer drinking those terrible things for Cecil to start feeling really gone. Soon, she slumps over to the side, leaning against the wall next to their table. Before she knows it, half an hour has gone by and she can't remember when they even hit five minutes. ]

[aberrant_type]

[Hange is... pretty drunk. But nothing slows her down for long, including not being able to feel her feet. And hands. She can watch them, right? She can just guess where they go. So she scoots on around the table to pick Cecil up.]

All right, cutie... let's blow this... place. Let's get outta here.

[proteusmoon]

[ Cecil is a little too drunk to flail about too much, but she's still startled, beginning to struggle on reflex before she can process what just happened. Embarrassed by her own overreaction and flustered by the sudden boldness from Hange, Cecil blushes and tries not to make any eye contact with the other woman.

"Cutie". Did she really just—? ]

I-I can walk!

[ Well, in theory at least. To be honest, she's about as confident as she sounds, which is about all the confidence of a skittish rabbit. ]

[aberrant_type]

[Physical contact and closeness - it doesn't mean nothing to her, but not perhaps as much as it might to some. She just picks up Cecil's arm and starts to sling it around her shoulder, anyway. Not picking the whole woman up. That would be a bad idea at this point.

She really just did. Someone might be a bit of a flirt sometimes.]

Uh-huh, uh-huh. Let's go.

[She's pulling on Cecil to get up now.]

[proteusmoon]

[ Cecil is still pretty hung up on being called "cutie", so she allows herself to be pulled up and tugged on, still flustered and mostly bumbling along beside Hange. It really is fortunate that the other woman is better at handling her alcohol, because if she wasn't, with the way Cecil is moving at the moment, they could have easily both gone down long before she ever really got up on her own two feet. ]

[aberrant_type]

[so modest! Hange would tease her. As it is, she gets them both to the door. Doing it, doing it, walking and everything! She gets them both out to the street in fact, with a last called goodbye, before she fumbles.]

Ahh... Hmmm. Where shall we go, Cecil?

[proteusmoon]

Um...

[ It occurs to Cecil when Hange prompts her with her question that she's not really sure where exactly they are and how they get back to the ships from here. Swaying a little dangerously while she's trying not to lean too much on the older woman, she looks this way and that, and then sighs with some frustration. ]

...I-I don't really know. What do you want to do?

[aberrant_type]

Hm... [She lets go of Cecil to sway on her feet, and then start ticking things off her fingers.]

We can go back to the ships. We can go and drink... more. We can... walk... and find something to do...

[proteusmoon]

[ Cecil hums lowly in thought, then slowly: ]

...Shiiips...

[ She is swaying a whole lot more ominously now that Hange isn't helping her stay upright. ]

[aberrant_type]

Ships... ships it is! [Good thing she hooks her arm into Cecil's then, and tows her off in the direction of... where Hange THINKS those ships are. She's pretty sure.]

[proteusmoon]

[ That is definitely a good thing because as soon as Cecil takes a step, she stumbles and goes down fast. Hange's grip, though, keeps her from falling flat on her face and she instantly begins to start clinging to the other woman in an attempt to keep herself upright. ]

Oh--!

[aberrant_type]

[This is unfortunate, because Cecil throws Hange off balance just enough... she grabs at Cecil to try and steady herself, which doesn't work at all, and in a few seconds Hange will be tripping over her own feet to drag them both down.]

Oof!

[proteusmoon]

[ Oh dear. What a graceful pair they make.

Cecil is a little surprised when Hange goes down with her, but it's short-lived and replaced with amusement quickly. While they lie there in the middle of the dusty dirt path, a tangle of limbs, Cecil starts giggling like a school girl as though this is easily the funniest thing that's ever happened to her. She doesn't even try to separate herself from the other woman so they can get up. She just goes on lying there, laughing. ]

[aberrant_type]

[Cecil sets Hange off, and she sits up and then - starts laughing too, deep and giddy. Her head is spinning and her feet are far far away...]

You... are very drunk.

[proteusmoon]

[ Urged on by Hange's attempts to right herself, Cecil tries to sit up too, but she doesn't quite manage it. She just slumps against the older woman uselessly, still giggling. ]

So... are you... Zoe Hange.

[aberrant_type]

How are we supposed - ha - to get back to the ships now?

[proteusmoon]

Maybe we should... try somewhere else...?

[aberrant_type]

So... that's a vote for drinking at a new place!

[proteusmoon]

[ OH DEAR. LADIES, PLS. ]

Or we could just stay here until someone more sober finds us.