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starlogs2017-03-09 05:36 pm
classification) wrote in starlogs2017-03-09 05:36 pm
( OPEN )
WHO: locus + YOU ; also assorted mine + others
WHERE: bajiKHAAAAAANN
WHEN: thru the event
WHAT: a bunch of rando things
WARNINGS: nothing off the top of my head, will edit if necessary
( SUPERBIA )
[ At first, he thinks this whole thing is stupid. Locus tells himself to just stay on the ship and keep to his own business. There's no reason to go down there at all. Besides, he's been to pleasure type planets before and has absolutely no interest.
And then, he reads the information.
Because he's Locus and because he's paranoid, he makes a rather odd picture. For the better part of the morning, there is a rather tall ( as in 6'5" ) man lurking around the district in full armor. Perhaps it's a little ridiculous, but Locus doesn't trust anyone—let alone people here in some alleged anomaly fleet. It's all a load of bullshit as far as he's concerned.
However, toward late afternoon, the armor will be mysteriously gone and Locus will be wandering the district. He seems like a rather non-descript sort of fellow—just loitering around from here to there. Because now he can wander and blend in with the crowd as he's gotten his hands on some micro-tech to hide the scar on his face.
Which is why he feels little shame in ducking into what looks to be a promising day spa with little foot traffic at this time of day. Or even that fancy looking barber shop. Because, hey, sometimes a mercenary who's just been through hell and back deserves a little pampering. And, Locus, being one who never does this, believes that it might be time. ]
( LUXURIA )
[ This is a ridiculous place to be, Locus knows that. And yet he finds himself touring the district for some unknown reason. It's uncomfortable and he sees little point to the way people are behaving, but he's not judging.
Much.
Well, all right. He's not openly saying anything, but the judgment is all too clear by the slightly pinched look on his face.
Eventually, he comes to the beach and that gives him pause. He can see people milling about and enjoying themselves in the water, on the sand, in the bars. He can also see everything. Quite literally. They're all naked and seem to have no issue at all with that or anyone else. It's... odd? Don't these people have any shame????
Yet only minutes later, Locus finds himself on that beach and—well, he's not quite enjoying himself, but it's a close approximation of that as he lounges on a chair near the water or wanders along the bars and shops that welcome nudie patrons. Except, he does have the decency to cover up with a modest towel during that time. He's giving it his best shot to not feel awkward skulking around nearly naked in various places. At one point he does stop at a certain bar that is mostly open facing the sea and it's quiet with no blaring music with a heavy bass and people mostly are leaving each other alone.
Which means that, yes, that seat next to him is open! ]
( AVARITIA )
[ If there's one thing that Locus lowkey appreciates and doesn't really talk about is fine attire. Usually he prefers the protection of his armor, but when doing jobs that don't require it, he's in a suit nine out of ten times. He just likes them. ( Maybe because at least one part of him should be put together well... )
So, he procures more than several in the luxury shops here. Grabs a few accessories to go along with because why not make the whole ensemble match well? Once night hits, he does treat himself to nice dinners tucked away in a back corner of a restaurant then hits the casinos. He doesn't need the money ( because it's not really important to him ), but he knows that it can't hurt to have extra laying around when he needs to get information.
And considering he's at a loss as to what's really going on here? Money can only talk. So, hey, wanna blow on those dice for good luck?? ]
WHERE: bajiKHAAAAAANN
WHEN: thru the event
WHAT: a bunch of rando things
WARNINGS: nothing off the top of my head, will edit if necessary
( SUPERBIA )
And then, he reads the information.
Because he's Locus and because he's paranoid, he makes a rather odd picture. For the better part of the morning, there is a rather tall ( as in 6'5" ) man lurking around the district in full armor. Perhaps it's a little ridiculous, but Locus doesn't trust anyone—let alone people here in some alleged anomaly fleet. It's all a load of bullshit as far as he's concerned.
However, toward late afternoon, the armor will be mysteriously gone and Locus will be wandering the district. He seems like a rather non-descript sort of fellow—just loitering around from here to there. Because now he can wander and blend in with the crowd as he's gotten his hands on some micro-tech to hide the scar on his face.
Which is why he feels little shame in ducking into what looks to be a promising day spa with little foot traffic at this time of day. Or even that fancy looking barber shop. Because, hey, sometimes a mercenary who's just been through hell and back deserves a little pampering. And, Locus, being one who never does this, believes that it might be time. ]
( LUXURIA )
Much.
Well, all right. He's not openly saying anything, but the judgment is all too clear by the slightly pinched look on his face.
Eventually, he comes to the beach and that gives him pause. He can see people milling about and enjoying themselves in the water, on the sand, in the bars. He can also see everything. Quite literally. They're all naked and seem to have no issue at all with that or anyone else. It's... odd? Don't these people have any shame????
Yet only minutes later, Locus finds himself on that beach and—well, he's not quite enjoying himself, but it's a close approximation of that as he lounges on a chair near the water or wanders along the bars and shops that welcome nudie patrons. Except, he does have the decency to cover up with a modest towel during that time. He's giving it his best shot to not feel awkward skulking around nearly naked in various places. At one point he does stop at a certain bar that is mostly open facing the sea and it's quiet with no blaring music with a heavy bass and people mostly are leaving each other alone.
Which means that, yes, that seat next to him is open! ]
( AVARITIA )
So, he procures more than several in the luxury shops here. Grabs a few accessories to go along with because why not make the whole ensemble match well? Once night hits, he does treat himself to nice dinners tucked away in a back corner of a restaurant then hits the casinos. He doesn't need the money ( because it's not really important to him ), but he knows that it can't hurt to have extra laying around when he needs to get information.
And considering he's at a loss as to what's really going on here? Money can only talk. So, hey, wanna blow on those dice for good luck?? ]
Avaritia
That's very kind of you, but I'm sure I can manage!
[Sabriel offers a gracious smile, before gesturing with her head to who she can only assume is another patron, mostly to give herself some breathing room.]
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Because he's feeling in a strangely benevolent sort of mood right now—which is enough out of the ordinary alone, but he knows how and why—he offers... some form of help. In his own Locus sort of way.
His gaze shifts from the clerk to the young woman, the disdain for being interrupted by pushy sales people evident in his tone; ]
Be more firm and they leave you alone to browse at your own pace.
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That's quite enough. I'll handle the rest on my own.
[And then she turns on her heel and steps away, moving at a pace deliberate enough that it's clear she's choosing to ignore the attendant, rather than running away.
A few minutes later, after sorting through the pile of clothes to find what she actually wants, Sabriel approaches him again, a smaller pile of clothing in her arms, and she offers him a grateful smile.]
Thank you. I don't have much experience with places like this.
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Unfortunately—for him—he's still contemplating ties by the time she returns. ( Though, this time, he's at least moved on to color, rather than stripes... ) Locus does turns his attentions toward her, expression neutral. ]
In stores like this, they receive commission for high sales. They overwhelm and flatter in order to make you more amenable to spending.
[ It's not... really the right sort of response, but it's all he can offer. Because what are conversations? ]
If you're firm with what you want, they'll leave you alone and just help when asked.
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I see. My family's servants can be... overenthusiastic, but that's because Sendings get... odd, after a few centuries. [And given how rarely anyone visited the house nowadays, perhaps they overreacted to any opportunity to fulfill their purpose.]
[Sabriel shifts her attention to another tie- a solid one that's almost the same deep blue color as her surcoat. She's comparing it to the dress shirt and jacket in her arms, trying to see if it will match.]
Are you one of the Eluvio's passengers as well?
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That's what observation is for later.
He watches her for a moment with the ties and debates with himself over offering advice or not. Thankfully the question comes, so, he sets that aside for now. ]
Yes.
[ It's easy enough to glean she's one, too, so he doesn't waste either one of their time by returning the question. Instead he makes a small gesture toward the ties. ]
Sometimes it's better to pick a color opposite of what you have. Though, more often than not, I find same color pieces much more sleek.
[ Who knew Locus had an opinion on fashion...???? ]
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So she listens attentively to what Locus speaks. Sabriel's own selection of clothes verges on monochrome- a lot of black combined with dark grays and blues, with an occasional brown or red item to break up the monotony. Save for a few formal pieces, they seem to have been made more with comfort and durability in mind than anything else.]
I see. I think I prefer matching colors myself- it's simpler.
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So, he can understand.
A pained look flashes across his face for a moment before he turns back to looking for his own things to purchase; ]
Just don't let anyone talk you into neckwear that sings and has flashing lights.
[ Because that is literally the worst. He'd rather wear a tie with puppies and kittens than that monstrosity. ]
no subject
Charter, that sounds obnoxious. Was it someone's idea of a joke or did they lose their senses enough to think that was a good idea?
no subject
He thought it was a good idea. He often thinks things like that are a good idea no matter how obnoxious.
[ A beat and he sighs. ]
And they are always obnoxious.
no subject
I see. I had a few classmates like that at school. Some people like to be... flashy . [The way she says it makes her feelings clear. Everyday c lot he's should be sensible and durable, formal wear should be attractive and not loud.]
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I believe flashy is an understatement for some. It seems too... kind.
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[Sabriel's tone is light. She smiles, just a little.]
My name is Sabriel, by the way. What's yours?
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Locus.
[ Only some people would freak out and cause a fuss if they heard that name. So far, he hasn't seen anyone that might cause him issue. So, he might be safe for now.
Anyway; ]
What did you mean just now in reference to 'spell?'
no subject
I mean a Charter magic spell. A single mark, drawn from the Charter, and placed on someone's throat, making them unable to speak, or make any other sound, until the spell fades.