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

THE NEXT MORNING - Action

[wilder]

[Kaneis hadn't really said anything to Cecil when she came back to the ship beyond a simple greeting. It's not until later, if she happens to be in the gallery, does he set down a glass of water and a plate of proteins that clearly looked like someone tried very hard to make them look like scrabbled eggs with cheese.]

Here.

[jarredforlife]

[jjjoining the crowd, wat r u doin Cecil...

he has shed his sandwich board from earlier, fortunately]

[aberrant_type]

[Someone else might be pretty drunk; luckily, Hange is a canny soldier even when she's wasted and when she spots Cecil she's not afraid to go brushing her way right through the other woman's crowd of admirers to take her by the arm.]

There you are!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[hey, sorry crowd, this motherfucker is veering right in and bumping shoulders with Cecil, obnoxiously.]

Heeeey, what's the party for?

[also, drunk. he smells like a bar.]

action!

[catamite]

[guess who else is heading... pretty much right for the brothel after getting boozed up in town. this guy!

so, his crowd and her crowd are probably on a melding course outside the doors--some locals from one party recognizing some from the others, bringing them all together. whoo!]