( OPEN )

[classification]

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?? ]

Comments

[classification]

[ Though Locus doesn't respond right away, it's clear just by the look on his face that it wasn't a joke. ]

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.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel's expression is openly sympathetic.]

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.]

[classification]

[ He snorts a little bit of a laugh. Sort of. But not really because Locus doesn't laugh, so it's more a heavy exhale from his nose. ]

I believe flashy is an understatement for some. It seems too... kind.

[bindsthedead]

Garish perhaps? Or 'I wish there was a spell to mute colors, not just voices'? Because I've thought that more than once.

[Sabriel's tone is light. She smiles, just a little.]

My name is Sabriel, by the way. What's yours?

[classification]

[ Spell? That does give Locus a pause. Which... isn't all that helpful because her asking his name doesn't speed him up any, either. The less his name—codename—gets out, the better. He's been careful not to give it or his real name. So, there is the slightest of hesitations before he finally responds. ]

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?'

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel notices the pause but doesn't comment, though her eyebrows rise just a little before she presses on, explaining in the same tone she would use to answer her teachers questions about magic- respectful, but clearly confident that she knew more than the person she was speaking to.]

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.