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

[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.

[aberrant_type]

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

[proteusmoon]

All right--

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

[aberrant_type]

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

[proteusmoon]

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

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

[aberrant_type]

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.]

[proteusmoon]

[ 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.

[aberrant_type]

[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.

[proteusmoon]

[ 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?

[aberrant_type]

[She stops soon enough anyway.]

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

[proteusmoon]

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

[aberrant_type]

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

[proteusmoon]

No, we met before-- on one of the first waystations. You were exercising...?

[ She pouts a little, mostly on purpose. ]

I'm hurt. I was not so memorable.

[aberrant_type]

I'm too drunk to remember details like that.

[And now she's trying to get to her feet again.]

C'mon. Let's... get back to those ships.