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Who: captains and party crashers!
Broadcast: nup
Action: yes; tonight in the local dive Hange mentioned earlier. Get drunk! Play drunk games! Get to know each other! Mingle!
When: October 27th; late :}

[The bar Hange picked out is about typical for the planet: a little small, although big enough for the turnout Hange more or less expects, and clean albeit a little dingy and stained around the edges. At very least, all the stains have been scrubbed at thoroughly at some point in their history, and only the most stubborn and enterprising remain.

Stubborn and enterprising like the crew the bar will now entertain!

Captains, make your parent threads and tag around. Party crashers are also welcome.]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[this motherfucker slides on up to the bar, right into a stool next to her. he looks so pleased to be here. his pre-game is strong.]

Hey. Slick idea.

[aberrant_type]

[Well... he could do worse than hitting on Hange??? Look at her gorgeous Cleopatra nose game. Anyway she grins sideways at him.]

Hello there, Robin. Glad you made it!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[is he hitting on her, or is this just his natural state of being? MAYBE IT'S BOTH. whatever the answer, he's quick to get comfortable, sitting sideways with one arm on the bar to prop his head up.]

It did not exactly disadvantage me to show up, Hange. I'm happy to get to know my fellow captains a little better.

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That was about my thought. [She seems totally relaxed with his presence and proximity, actually. This is familiar: scouts bonded this way too.] Who knows what the next surprise will be? We might as well find out if we mesh.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[and as big a creep as he is, he's at least keeping his distance consistent. it doesn't take long to see that his eyes are still pretty sharp too.]

Speaking of all that, you were asking me why I took up captaincy, right? Am I allowed to ask that same question back to you?

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You're allowed to ask as many questions as you like! [So, she takes a moment, sipping her foul drink and gathering some thoughts.]

You mentioned you were in politics? Well, I am in military. At home, I was a squad leader myself. And personally, looking at my crew, I figured I was our best bet for leadership experience. Nunnally's quite young, and my other gentleman doesn't necessarily seem like a great team player.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah, Nunnally? She's a darling. [he breaks into a wide grin.] Good, I'm glad to know she's got someone who'll keep an eye on her.

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She's a good girl! And it seems like she's adjusting all right, all things considered. How's your crew?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I think she's going to become a very valuable crewman.

[he looks thoughtful, it not a little distracted by things moving around in the rest of the bar. he never really moves his head, but his eyes drift...]

My crew is surprisingly capable. I think I really have been hanging around cutthroats and vagrants for too long--everyone on my ship is refreshingly open and dependable.

[aberrant_type]

It's tragic to hear you surprised by that. What kind of team can you have if you can't rely on your teammates? [She sits like a relaxing soldier too, like someone who's taken on a position and then had her joints melted but without feeling discomfort or needing to move. She idly swirls the moonshine in her glass.] Lucky to have moved up in the world.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

And I know I have to rely on them, and trust them. That's how a team works. Ah-- [he stops the bartender and asks for a drink, please, whatever Hange is having. C:] --Anyway, it's an interesting transition, to say the least.

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It sounds that way! [She sure is friendly, she comes across like a sweetie, with this open smile.] You mentioned bounty hunting before. What kind of bounties?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, all kinds... [waving his hand...] Lots of monster hunting, and I specialized in exorcisms and sending ghosts and such. Sometimes it was just normal guys causing trouble, sometimes it was unlicensed mages trying to raise the dead in their basements. Depends on the day, you know?

[aberrant_type]

[She makes a fart noise. She doesn't actually fart, she just makes the noise.]

More magic? Really?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That's what I say. I don't know where they keep getting it.

[...a pause...]

Oh, unless you mean from my world in general?

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There's nothing magical from my world, [sort of,] and I'm a woman of science, Robin! It's all a little much to hear about.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Nonsense, there's magic in every world. Science is just quantifying its effects.

[oh sweet, his drink is here. C:]

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Hahaha! [Terribly, she's just drinking this foul stuff on the rocks. Attack on Titanland doesn't do delightful mixed drinks. Lucky boy, Robin. But she laughs anyway.]

Well, thank you for that, I suppose. [In a weird way she's sincere. Still looking so sideways at all this business about ghosts but then again, aren't there monsters in her world? So.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he takes a sip... only winces a little as he swallows it. c-coughs. man, does this drink take him back do his days down in Tek's underground... no one there had good booze either.]

But a woman of science--that's very good. Is that the kind of work you're used to doing?

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Oh, I suppose so. I do research and develop and refine weaponry, that kind of thing. [She laughs.] And I built up a lab at home. I suppose you could say we have our monsters too.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Your skillset sounds incredibly helpful. I bet you could apply it to our ships, given the time.

[he rolls his shoulders.] So! What kind of monsters do you have, then?

1/2

[aberrant_type]

[She's not so sure about that, necessarily... since it's apparent that in most ways, her home is hundreds of years behind this place, technologically. Still, with the new information that's been introduced to her, maybe...?

It's worth pursuing. She wishes for her 3DMG, though.

But all of that gets pushed aside in a moment. Look at the light in her eyes. A weird and particular frisson of excited madness at the very question.]

I am so glad you asked! The monsters in my world are known as titans. They're giant humanoids, ranging from a few to sixty meters high - sixty is the outside limit of anything we've seen, at least. They devour humans mindlessly and vomit up what they've devoured once their stomachs are full! They don't rely on human flesh for sustenance; from the work I've been able to do with live specimens, it's pretty apparent they rely on sunlight to be active, although even then you can observe differences from subject to subject! Some of them run outta juice almost right away when you deprive them of sunshine, and some of them stay active for hours, so traveling at night is safer but you can't count on it too much. So, no one really knows why they eat humans. For the most part they ignore everything else. Some people think they just like the slaughter, but in my opinion they'd need to be a little more sentient for "liking" to even enter the picture.

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They regenerate when they're cut or sliced. Cannons and guns are certainly a help when it comes to fighting a titan, but mostly for blinding them or throwing them off balance! Of course, different cuts to certain points can temporarily disable them but it's more a matter of downing them for minutes, at best, instead of hours. The only kill zone that we've found is the nape. With the right training, gear, and cooperation, it's possible for a human to take down a titan!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...

[he listens to all of this very intently, though his eyes slowly... widen... as the information just keeps going... and going... and his face starts to slide off of his hand...]

...Do you have this speech practiced, or did you really think to say all that on the fly?

[aberrant_type]

Titans are my particular area of interest! [She leans... even closer to him... god she looks so happy.] They're so fascinating! So I have a lot to say about them!