driftfleet | 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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[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?

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?

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...

[ 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. ]

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.]

[ 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--!

[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!

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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.

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

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

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

[ OH DEAR. LADIES, PLS. ]

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

You can't count on that! We only have each other. [She starts pushing herself up.] C'mon!

All right--

[ Cecil is having problems getting up, but she tries! It just takes her a little longer than normal! ]

[She grabs Cecil by the scruff and pulls. This somehow makes her stumble down again.]

[ Which, of course, just causes Cecil to burst into more gales of laughter. ]

It seems -- we cannot even, hah... depend on ourselves.

We can always crawl if we have to! Haha! There's always a way!

[You know, she'll settle... on just sitting up, for now.]

[ Which would be fine, but Cecil opts for sort of lazily draping herself in the the woman's lap after an attempt to sit up too didn't go so well. She sprawls there like a rag doll, limbs akimbo. It doesn't seem to be occurring to her that this is somewhat inappropriate for two captains. ]

This is fine— for now.

[Hange, weirdly, doesn't stroke her hair or anything. Instead she pats Cecil on the forehead. Pat pat.]

You remind me of some cats I've met.

[ She seems pretty content with the patting, though she flinches a bit at first until she gets used to it. ]

Were they pale, small, and somewhat amnesiac?

[She stops soon enough anyway.]

They were cuddly types. Some of them might have been pale or small.

It's only because I'm inebriated, you know.

Haha! What a first meeting! ... This is our first meeting, isn't it?

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