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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?? ]
day spa time, i made shit up
suigetsu, ushered into the sauna after his massage, was dubbed one of the strangest clients they've ever had the displeasure of touching. this reaction, due to something they discovered that was particularly horrifying: he is one hundred percent water. not seventy-five percent, not eighty-five percent — one hundred percent. so there he sits now, wondering where in the hell he is.
perhaps a literal hell, considering the fact that he can feel the onset of dehydration and is far too stupid to simply walk out.)
Oh god, I'm going to die in here. (head whipping to face the poor man who probably just wanted to finally relax after a a lifetime of stressful happenings and avoiding idiots exactly like this.) Why did they make a room like this? Did they know I was coming to Bajikan? How long have you been trapped in here?!
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...Until now.
Locus was relaxing in the sauna—his arms stretched on the bench seat behind him, legs kicked out in front of him and spread in a wide v-shape, a towel tucked around his waist to preserve some sort of modesty and his eyes nearly closed as he soaked in the heat.
Now he's remembering that he can't ever catch a break. He looks over at his sudden unwanted partner-in-sweat, the disdain is practically rolling off of him. ]
The door is right there. [ the gesture is made in an almost lazy sort of fashion with one hand. ] No one is trapped in here.
[ The are you stupid goes unsaid, but is—unfortunately—heavily implied. ]
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Yeah, well, I knew that. I was just testing you, obviously!
(he folds dripping arms, which would — on a regular person — be sweat typical in a suffocatingly hot sauna. on suigetsu, however, he's literally dripping. the skin of his chin beads into its own droplet and falls to a bare knee that absorbs it in some fucked up cycle. not that he minds, despite the dehydration.)
They might as well have, though, they got real mad when I relaxed for some reason...
(staring over at locus with a heavy tilt of his head. pretty big guy, looks like he's in a scrappy profession... that, or a tournament brawler; that'd be cool to talk about.)
No one yelled at you while you were getting a massage?
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Lifting a hand, Locus pushes some stray hair off of the back of his neck. It's warm, the air is stifling, he's sweating and it was nice. On good days Locus isn't prepared for idle conversations with people. Well, in all honesty, on no day is he prepared for idle conversation. He doesn't like it and it makes him feel out of place. Awkward were he to be a little more honest. ]
No. [ Because he knows how to behave. Also, he's solid, so there's that. ] What did you do?
[ Because he knows this kid did something. Everyone does something, in the world according to Locus. ]
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(LAMENTS.
it's not every day you try to have a relaxing evening at the spa and have it go absolutely sour, causing more stress than it should've been getting rid of. maybe this strong-looking guy's in construction and wants to rest his bones? or maybe he's a blacksmith and has joint pain? suigetsu finally drops his elbows forward onto his knees with a little flap of his hand, ignoring the fact that his finger's now a steaming water stain on the bench.)
So I was just lying there on the slab of a bed waiting for her to start and everything was fine at first. It felt really nice, it was the best decision I'd had all day! (shaking his head, continuing,) Then I guess I zoned out and she stuck her hands into my shoulders and got really upset about it.
That's when all her staff buddies came in and started yelling at me! The nerve, right? I didn't even try to hurt her, she just got startled, y'know, sometimes these things just happen when you let yourself go.
(bLAH BLAH BLAH.)
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Then again, there's not really a lot Locus likes to begin with, so.
His eyes narrow slightly as he tries to figure out just what this kid is. It's amazing how even when he tries to relax, he never can. This is why he is the way he is. Something is being left out of the story as it is and Locus believes it's something wholly to do with the dripping and steaming of his body. If there's one thing Locus doesn't like, it's leaving out information.
So much for a relaxing afternoon. ]
Why was she startled?
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I just told you, man, she stuck her hands into my shoulders. I guess I let myself go a little and they went right through. (rubbing the back of his neck, eyeing locus with a particularly sheepish look.) Don't tell anyone, they'll make me work on my control or something and I swear it's already top notch.
...
Are you not understanding me?
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Then again, his dead partner is suddenly alive again and he's been taken by an "anomaly" to suffer with these people. So, maybe this isn't so illogical. Locus tries to approach this from the one angle he knows more than anything: disparaging and judgemental. ]
If your control was already "top notch" [ The air quotes are there in just the tone of his voice. ] —the situation never would have happened.
[ Locus stares at him, the reprimand easy to spot. ]
Speak plainly.
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You must know something about relaxation and how hard it is to come by, these days. I'd go as far as to say that all our control has slipped, indulging in something like this. Especially while we're kidnapped; I hope no one's forgotten.
(the split second of prideful defensiveness ebbs away with locus' stare, however, leaning onto his elbows to give the man a lingering appraisal. superbia lures him into wondering why the critics are always the weak ones, offering a warm smile as thin fingers lace between his knees.)
Her hands dipped in, I don't think she was expecting it. I'm water, after all, and people find that difficult to believe here. Go figure, right? Do you wanna see?
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After the sort of life Locus has had, he finally is thinking of himself. And, truthfully, he can't even feel guilty about indulging in the splendors of this district. Putting up with all the bullshit he's put up with makes today well-fucking-deserved.
Already giving up on completing his relaxing day, he decides he has one of two options. One, he could leave. Because, as he said, the door is literally right there. Or, two, he could let this annoyance go on. As much as he wants to leave ( and trust that it is a lot ), he knows it's wiser to know all of what he may be up against one day. And if this kid is going to lay it out there, why shouldn't he see? His lips tighten into a frown before he gives a half-hearted gesture. ]
Go on, then.
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See? Well, I can't right now, but you get the idea... (fingernails scraping at the lid of the bottle, clawing it off.) Sorry if it's a lot, the heat's tolerable but I've been in here too long, haha.
(good eye flicking to his new friend (awful), smiling around the rim of his drink.)
I'm really proud of this, right now. It's a secret passed down by my clan, do you have anything like that? I bet you've got a few special talents, huh?