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starlogs2017-03-08 11:52 pm
winscenario) wrote in starlogs2017-03-08 11:52 pm
( open ) everyone knows what has got me
WHO: James T. Kirk & YOU!
WHERE: Bajikan
WHEN: March 8th onwards
WHAT: Jim's exploring some areas of the planet, and keeping a safe distance from others.
WARNINGS: Violence, drinking, possible light drug use??? And nudity in one thread.
Falling onto a planet's orbit felt like a stroke of good luck, at last. Granted, a lot of things could still go wrong, but finally there was a chance that they might work out the power issues currently plaguing the entire fleet, and that, along with the opportunity to get his feet back down on solid ground, had Jim feeling a little optimistic.
And after that long being trapped in his ship with only auxiliary power working, he was exhausted and definitely ready for some down time.
Still, there was only so much he'd be willing to relax. While the Eluvio got a team together to try and acquire whatever supplies they needed, Jim chose to stay out of it this time. He'd keep his eyes and ears peeled in case of trouble, but honestly after the mess in Oros, he didn't want any part in it this time around. So he did exactly what a Starfleet officer would do on a brand new planet, and got ready to explore and gather information about Bajikan, so he could learn and —hopefully— take with him as much as he could about how the place worked.
It was a strange set-up, he'd give it that. He eyed the tokens curiously as he took in all the information about each of the different districts, and soon decided on his course of action.
First of all, Luxuria was out of the question, not without him being sure of how strong the effects could be on him. Though not averse to intimacy, he wasn't about to risk getting involved with anyone without consent being a crystal clear thing between all parties involved, and as much as he'd like to at least catch a glimpse of that district, he scratched it off the list with little hesitance.
As for the rest, though... well, he could be easily found in some of them, often times strolling around and taking notes, but engaging in different activities depending on the district.
While in Gula, he could be easily found at one of the many restaurants and food stands, stuffing his face with all the dishes on offer, or at various bars, going through their endless list of drinks and cocktails. At least he was a funny drunk these days, so it might be entertaining to stick around for it.
Avaritia offered a strange feeling he wasn't really used to, the feeling of desperately wanting to own things. And he indulged quite a lot there, with both the savings on his account and the nice deposit he received thanks to one special plant. He'd be at different clothing stores with piles on piles of clothes he was trying on, or the odd bookstore here or there, stacking up books he was definitely intent on buying. Yes, all of them.
He wasn't very sure about Ira, but eventually decided to risk it, if only to try and see if he could find some different weapons there. The effects of the air in the district took their toll on him quickly enough, so at one point or another he could be found around one of those arena fights, eyeing the place and possibly considering joining in, or he might even get a little aggressive when simply bumping into someone on the street. Either way, throwing some punches around might become a very real possibility.
Lastly, Superbia seemed fairly harmless, so Jim saw no problem with taking a look. Not at all to his surprise, the whole place was catered to people wanting to better themselves in a myriad of different ways, and strangely enough he liked the thought of that. He may be found at some spa or another, enjoying a weird beauty treatment, or maybe even deciding that yes, now was the perfect time to learn proper ballroom dancing, to such a level that it would shock people with how good he was. And damn if he wasn't good at it. (Strangely enough, he'd realize later on that this was the district where he felt the least different from himself. Go figure.)
WHERE: Bajikan
WHEN: March 8th onwards
WHAT: Jim's exploring some areas of the planet, and keeping a safe distance from others.
WARNINGS: Violence, drinking, possible light drug use??? And nudity in one thread.
Falling onto a planet's orbit felt like a stroke of good luck, at last. Granted, a lot of things could still go wrong, but finally there was a chance that they might work out the power issues currently plaguing the entire fleet, and that, along with the opportunity to get his feet back down on solid ground, had Jim feeling a little optimistic.
And after that long being trapped in his ship with only auxiliary power working, he was exhausted and definitely ready for some down time.
Still, there was only so much he'd be willing to relax. While the Eluvio got a team together to try and acquire whatever supplies they needed, Jim chose to stay out of it this time. He'd keep his eyes and ears peeled in case of trouble, but honestly after the mess in Oros, he didn't want any part in it this time around. So he did exactly what a Starfleet officer would do on a brand new planet, and got ready to explore and gather information about Bajikan, so he could learn and —hopefully— take with him as much as he could about how the place worked.
It was a strange set-up, he'd give it that. He eyed the tokens curiously as he took in all the information about each of the different districts, and soon decided on his course of action.
First of all, Luxuria was out of the question, not without him being sure of how strong the effects could be on him. Though not averse to intimacy, he wasn't about to risk getting involved with anyone without consent being a crystal clear thing between all parties involved, and as much as he'd like to at least catch a glimpse of that district, he scratched it off the list with little hesitance.
As for the rest, though... well, he could be easily found in some of them, often times strolling around and taking notes, but engaging in different activities depending on the district.
While in Gula, he could be easily found at one of the many restaurants and food stands, stuffing his face with all the dishes on offer, or at various bars, going through their endless list of drinks and cocktails. At least he was a funny drunk these days, so it might be entertaining to stick around for it.
Avaritia offered a strange feeling he wasn't really used to, the feeling of desperately wanting to own things. And he indulged quite a lot there, with both the savings on his account and the nice deposit he received thanks to one special plant. He'd be at different clothing stores with piles on piles of clothes he was trying on, or the odd bookstore here or there, stacking up books he was definitely intent on buying. Yes, all of them.
He wasn't very sure about Ira, but eventually decided to risk it, if only to try and see if he could find some different weapons there. The effects of the air in the district took their toll on him quickly enough, so at one point or another he could be found around one of those arena fights, eyeing the place and possibly considering joining in, or he might even get a little aggressive when simply bumping into someone on the street. Either way, throwing some punches around might become a very real possibility.
Lastly, Superbia seemed fairly harmless, so Jim saw no problem with taking a look. Not at all to his surprise, the whole place was catered to people wanting to better themselves in a myriad of different ways, and strangely enough he liked the thought of that. He may be found at some spa or another, enjoying a weird beauty treatment, or maybe even deciding that yes, now was the perfect time to learn proper ballroom dancing, to such a level that it would shock people with how good he was. And damn if he wasn't good at it. (Strangely enough, he'd realize later on that this was the district where he felt the least different from himself. Go figure.)
( superbia )
Well, the pampering is nice, he can freely admit to that.
Currently, he's relaxing on a cushy chair in a white, fluffy robe and equally white fluffy booties on his feet to lock in moisture to soften up his skin. There's some odd colored cream smeared all over his face that smells strangely perfume-y and flower petals on top of that making him look more child's art project than man. But, he hardly cares. This is the least offensive spa day he's had on the whole, so. He can't really complain. If it gives him a rash or his mustache falls out, then he'll be angry. However, nothing is currently burning or itching and his nose cozy is still attached, so, he's not going to complain just yet.
He's not alone in this room, though, and Dorian being Dorian feels like he needs to fill up the space with words. Logically, he shouldn't, because everyone is here to relax ( including himself ), but, that isn't how he operates. There's no harm in attempting a conversation, at any rate. So he would say. Which means after enough silence has passed, Dorian glances over and gives a passing attempt at a smile ( even if it's a little difficult with all the goop on his face ), keeping his tone low and even.
"Where I come from, there's a treatment where they put little wheels of cheese over your eyes. As if that is somehow going to promote relaxation and not simply smell of feet."
Dorian, no one asked.
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Besides, it helps no one's trying to force him to indulge. He's doing it because he wants to, because he feels like it. And honestly, after all the crap they've been through, he feels like some relaxation is well-deserved.
A spa is still something of a new experience for him, though a very good one. If he felt any reticence about any of this, it was quickly forgotten as he started being tended to, from scented oils to full body massages that left him feeling like a lazy boneless mass on this seat by the end of it.
Frankly he's not sure how he'll get back onto his feet after this, but there's very little he cares about right now, and that concern is definitely nowhere on that very short list.
He raises an eyebrow at the remark seemingly coming out of nowhere, tipping his head just enough that he can crack an eye open and look at the guy sitting next to him. His own face is covered in a thick layer of something light purple and sweet-smelling, the seeds sprinkled over it making him look about as silly as the other guy.
"Well, people try all kinds of weird things," he mumbles with a low chuckle. "You know where I come from, there was a time when some people actually believed that drinking your own pee kept you healthy and young. I think I'd rather take the cheese, wouldn't you?"
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At the admission Dorian looks outstandingly horrified. Which, as it happens, is quite difficult with all the things currently going on with his face.
"What?" And he sounds suitably shocked, too. "You can't be serious!"
He pauses, considers... and hates that he considers.
"You likely are, that's the most horrifying part. Maker's arse, people do terrible things."
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Fully expecting that reaction from the man, Jim raises his eyebrows and hums in tone of confirmation, nodding at him. He may or may not be getting weird looks from the alien sitting on the chair next to his. Yes it's disgusting, he's aware.
"I wish I weren't, for what it's worth. But yeah, you get a lot more willing to accept weird habits when it comes to appearance after you hear about something like that." A pause. "The pee thing doesn't work, for the record. You know, in case you might ever wonder."