starlogs | ( OPEN ) hold me closer, tiny dancer

WHO: dorothy gale + various
WHERE: various places on bajikan
WHEN: the fleet's stay in orbit
WHAT: dorothy explores the planet and gets thoroughly sidetracked.
WARNINGS: alcohol, (descriptions of) violence, possibly sex

[ dorothy has been to another world or another universe, so maybe that counts as visiting another planet, but she's never been on another planet like this: going from a spaceship orbiting the planet (if involuntarily, from what dorothy understands) to the planet's surface, being welcomed by the locals. dorothy still wishes she could figure out a way home; she wishes no one was dying aboard the eluvio; she wishes some other things she's not quite willing to admit, but all things considered?

this is kind of cool.

dorothy visits every district; some she leaves sooner than others. in gula, she finds a bar that garnishes every drink with a little umbrella and after taking a picture on her comms device for spacestagram and emptying that drink, dorothy orders another one. and then another, and another after that. they all come with little umbrellas, and she's already wearing two of them behind her left ear. ] Can you help me? [ she asks, tone a little slurred already, waving a hand between the third umbrella and her left ear. she could just put it behind the right, but that thought doesn't cross her mind. ]

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[...Ah. That's probably the first natural reaction he's gotten out of someone about these things. The ears pin flat against his head and the tail worms its way around one of his ankles as if they features are trying to hide. He quirks an eyebrow and nurses his drink absently.]

...ah, no, those happen. Tail, too.

Seriously?

[ that's—weird. a lot of weird things have been happening lately. being transported to oz and to this place is on top of that list, but despite all the magic she's seen, cat ears and a cat tail throw her. also because he's so casual about it. ]

Does that happen a lot?

Ah, mm... Not super-often, usually only when I'm startled? It's... reflexive, I guess.

[The ears perk again and swivel, listening to goings on around them.]

Getting the drink startled you into getting cat ears.

[ it's not a question, not really. but that's— ] I've never seen anything like that before.

[He takes a swallow of the drink and sets it down, pointing a finger kind of at her but not entirely in her direction. Either he doesn't want to point because it's rude, or he's drunk enough that he can't quite find her to point at, it's hard to say.]

The drink bumped me, so it startled me. I spook easy. [But he grins, reaching up to rub the very tip of one ear briefly between his fingertips.] Kinda neat though, right? Couldn't explain it if I tried though.

[ as long as his eyes still manage to focus on her, dorothy is going to assume that it's the former rather than the latter. some nursing instincts exist even when she's this drunk, so she'll keep an eye on that. or at least intend to. ]

Has that always happened? I mean, even when you were young, or is that a recent thing?

[ she watches him rubbing one ear between his fingertips and takes another sip of her drink. ] They're kind of cute?

[He just smiles in a way that is loose and pleasant, and shrugs.]

Dunno that it's always happened, but a lot. For a while.

For a while?

[ dorothy is still curious, but it doesn't seem so pressing now, especially not when he smiles like that and it reminds her that yeah, she can take another sip of her drink and then another, letting the ease that comes from alcohol and not looking over her shoulder constantly spread through her limbs. ]

Mmmn. Not when I was a kid, but I think from probably junior high?

[He shrugs, unfolding his knees from the stool and letting his feet dangle instead.]

What about you? What kind of special traits do you have, miss weather? [Is. Is he actually flirting? He probably has no real idea of what he's doing.]

[ it sounds a little flirtatious and there's a grin spreading on dorothy's face even as she shrugs. ]

I'm not all that special. But I do make great tacos. And margaritas.

I don't know that I've ever had great tacos before. Japanese people aren't very good at Mexican food.

[He finishes off his drink, placing the second umbrella behind his other ear and folding his arms over the bar again to smile lazily at her.]

You haven't?

[ it kind of makes sense, but — ]

We should fix that. Right now. I bet they have tacos around here somewhere.

[He chuckles, scrunching his face.]

Food sounds pretty excellent, at least to help with the alcohol.

Tacos and margaritas it is. C'mon, let's go find us a Mexican place.

[ dorothy slides off her bar chair carefully, so as not to lose any of the umbrellas. ]

Oh, and margaritas, okay. You just want me hammered, don't you.

[You're easier to talk to when you're drunk, Ichimatsu. Friendlier. Let her get you plastered.]

You don't want a margarita? Because I really do.

[ he is nicer when he's drunk, though, but dorothy hasn't really made that connection yet so explicitly. so she shrugs. ] If you want something else instead, suit yourself.

I'm a fuckin' lightweight, so I don't honestly drink very much. I don't know if I've ever had a margarita...?

[He seems a little embarrassed to admit that.]

Seriously? Then you gotta try one at least. All right?

[ lightweight or not. ] I'll even carry you home if I have to. [ that's- mostly a joke. hopefully. ]

[He laughs-- it might not be too off-base, depending on how many margaritas you give him.]

I'll try to not need carrying.

It would probably be closer to dragging anyway. [ dorothy has no illusions as to her upper body strength. she's fit, but she's not that strong. nothing like lucas. ]

[At least she's fit. Ichimatsu probably has decent leg strength but his arms are basically noodles. He chuckles, nodding.]

Well I'll try to save us both the embarrassment. You're free to just leave me outside of wherever we go and I'm sure I'll make my way somewhere eventually.

[ dorothy's pretty fit, and not just because as a nurse, sometimes she has to wrangle seniors or the like. ]

You sure? [ he's not a girl, so probably it'd be okay. ]

Unless you're offering to take me home.

[He manages to say that with a vague sense of disaffected suaveness, twisting one of the umbrellas behind his ears.]

[ he almost manages to pull it off. maybe he could have. if this was luxuria instead of gula, dorothy definitely would have said something along the lines of not even needing to go home.

as it is? she finds herself laughing instead. ]

Let's get that margarita first and we'll see.

[He laughs too, shrugging his shoulders gently and pulling one of the umbrellas out from behind his ears to twist it just between his fingers anxiously instead.]

Sounds like a plan.

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