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Lunar Interlude 2


Let's try to keep the paperwork to a minimum, shall we?
NAVIGATION







1. NEW RECLAIMERS

A. WELCOME WELCOME! FAH WHO RAHMUS

For the nine of you who will be arriving today, the story is the same: though you may not remember it, there was a moment where you were living out your life, at home or wherever you were ... and then there was the moment the Hunger came. And amid the television static that is your memory of that moment, a hand reached out to you, beckoning your escape as the tendrils of darkness destroyed everything that ever existed about your world.

"Would you hurry this up, please? Your world no longer stands a chance. Come with me, we are the last bastions of hope for all universes everywhere. And we're going to need you."

And then, unceremoniously, you are dragged through the universal wringer and plopped down on the soft, though not quite cushioned, grass of the Moon Base Quad.

There are other people out in the grassy fields — they may even be people you recognize. They may just be strangers, other Reclaimers, who recognize what you're about to endure. The things they say may be interspersed with static — as if the words themselves aren't reaching your ears correctly.

And you have a few minutes to chat before you're calmly led away by Bureau administration, to do something about that pesky static problem.

B. THE VOIDFISH

The nine of you are quickly divided into two groups, and brought to the easternmost geodesic dome, to an elevator in a well maintained, but sparsely landscaped field. There's nothing particularly ominous feeling about the space — in fact, the two guards who greet you at the elevator entrance seem pleased with your arrival. You are, after all, one of the few chosen by the Director, the few who will reclaim what the Hunger has destroyed.

And in a few moments, you're about to find that out for yourself.

After a tightly packed elevator ride, your group is ushered out to a rather grand looking hall, banners of the Bureau of Balance adorn both sides of smooth metal walls. And inside the Voidfish's chamber stands a tank — impossibly tall, and soaked in a black ink that obscures whatever the tank may be holding.

You may notice the sound of someone speaking. It's a bard, on his second round of introducing Reclaimers to the Voidfish, and this time, he has chosen to demonstrate the functions of the outrageously vertical tank not by playing violin music, but by reciting a piece of classical, and highly valued poetry. When he finishes, he pulls at a drawer just at the metallic base of the tank. He solemnly enters a few scrolls into its basin as the tank begins to light up, like lightning behind dark clouds.

And suddenly, you forget what that invaluable example of universal literature sounded like.

"Yeah, man, like... don't think too hard about it, it's like that every time. I'm guessing you're here to be inoculated? Just a heads up, you might want to, like, seriously, hold your nose while you drink it down. It tastes wicked gross, man.

Anyway, I'm supposed to tell you that you have a choice. If you drink the black stuff, you'll be able to hear through the, uh... Huh, how do I describe it? Through the [TSHCSCHTSHCHSC] sound. You guys like, hear that? Anyway, it's all about knowledge or something. I don't know, I'm just here to, like, feed the thing. We call it the [TSCHHSCHSCH], by the way.

So, like. You get a choice. You can drink it and understand stuff, or not drink it and then hear that crackling noise all day every day. If I were you, I'd drink it. But, hey man, I'm not like, your dad or anything."

The bard takes five cups and draws liquid from a spigot connected directly to the basin of the large tank. Stormy, muddy looking ichor is drawn into them, one by one. He offers each of you a sip.

Drink it (he wasn't kidding about what it tasted like), and you're inoculated to the wisdom of the Voidfish. You try to remember the poetry this bard recited a few moments ago and the rhymes, the meter, the significance, all come back to you. And if you think back to your arrival, some of the things you may have heard other people in the Quad say, that simply sounded like static, are suddenly clear. Bureau of Balance. Grand Relic. Reclaimers.

Yet you still can't remember the Hunger or what it had done to your world. And as you look back to the tank in front of you, the water has become clear. There's a jellyfish, as tall as a building, floating within. You look into the body of the creature and you can almost make out a beautiful, tiny universe floating within it.



2. THE TEST OF INITIATION

With your new knowledge on the Bureau of Balance and your purpose here in tow, you are led without hesitation to the Arena, where the final phase of your initiation into the Bureau will be held. You are partnered up, whether it is with someone you drank the ichor of the Voidfish with, or perhaps even a veteran Reclaimer, who either stopped by to help, or simply out of curiosity.

One Grand Relic has already been reclaimed, you're told. They were a pair of bright red mittens, held by the mayor of a small village who may have meant well, but under the draw of the mittens' incredible space-bending powers, was corrupted into using them, and to nearly killing everyone who lived under him.

You may have noticed, at some point while glancing out into space while walking here, to the planet below, a massive evergreen fir that stretches past the planet's atmosphere, very nearly piercing the Moon Base itself. It appears to be decorated for the holidays. That tree is the direct result of those mittens, the actions of a man who could not resist the temptation to use them.

Resisting that very same temptation is your task here. And with that order in mind, as you and your partner stand in the middle of the Arena, the walls dissolve, and the simulation begins.

You're standing in the middle of a forest. Ahead of you, situated on a pedestal, is an item. It could be any ordinary item: a pair of gloves, a teapot, a simple decorative bowl. Whatever it is, it's yours for the taking.

Take that simple item in your hands, however, and the building blocks of the trees around you suddenly collapse like shattered glass, and reform into new scenery — it may even be a place from home that you recognize.

A voice in your head beckons you. Perhaps there's a mistake you made, or something that went wrong for you back home that you wish you had the power to undo. Perhaps there's someone you wish you could help, or even save. The item that's in your hands has the power to help you achieve this, if only you'd ever use it.

Resist the temptation. Take the item, and drop it into a nearby deposit box to be destroyed. Your partner is here to help you — because once you destroy it, you will be doing the same for them.



3. NEWBIES AND VETERANS, AROUND THE MOONBASE

Three or four days into the month, now that the newbies are settled in, something strange happens: The next time you return to your flat from whatever errand or exploring you were doing, when attempting to use your Bracer to open the door results in extremely obnoxious beeping that persists for an entire thirty seconds, and a message on the screen next to the door.

ERROR: HOME ASSIGNMENT MECHANISM MALFUNCTION. GO TAKE A WALK.


Welp. Looks like you're locked out for a bit while techs fix that. Here's a few places that might be worth checking out.

A. PIECES FROM HOME

Should you find your way to the Dojo, there's a door that still has that shiny, brand spanking new door look and new door smell to it off in one of the less traversed corners of the building. A sign next to the door demands that you empty your pockets before entering. A scanner for your Bracer will unlock it, assuming it's unoccupied, leading you to a plain white room with no furniture or objects at all in sight.

As the door shuts behind you, a pleasant female voice echoes from all corners of the room, greeting you by name. If this is your first time in the room, the voice has a simple question for you:

"What memory do you value, or think of, most?"

Once you've provided your answer, the walls crumble, much like they did during the Test of Initiation simulation, reforming into something that is, again, pleasantly, or even unpleasantly, familiar.

It's a space from home. Perhaps it's your room. Perhaps it's your favorite restaurant (though, the place is curiously empty, and the food you find, for some reason, tastes like strawberries). Perhaps it's a park you always enjoyed visiting, or a corner of the city you lived in.

Whatever it is, you, and whoever you may have brought along with you, seem to be the only ones there. And perhaps the details aren't quite right — like maybe someone built a model of your home to explore, but a few pieces were missing from the box.

But it's close enough.

B. SPEND YOUR DOUGH. SOLVE A MYSTERY

Whether you're a newcomer or a veteran returning from your first Field Mission, you've been provided with some spending money. You can use it to buy yourself one weapon and piece of armor from one of the blacksmiths in town. Regardless of who you choose to help you out with that, it'll take about a week to complete your order, so time your purchase carefully.

There's also premade weapons and a whole bunch of other bullshit for sale at FANTASY COSTCO. Shelves and pallets of an endless array of nonmagical items, pretty much anything you can imagine, can be bought here, but there's one particular, innocuous item that seems to have Garfield the Deals Warlock in a tizzy.

The more those vinyl covers that can be used to decorate your Bracers are purchased, the more the name seems to spread, ghosts of whispers around the entire Moon Base, of a person who may very well be a ghost herself. Who is Miss Zarves? Who was Miss Zarves?

A powerful witch with the power to scramble your memories, insists one cantankerous woman who pours you a drink at Madame Frione's Tea Kettle. A heavyset, flushed with drink sort of man sitting next to you disagrees — Miss Zarves is a practical joke Garfield likes to trot out every couple of months to mess around with anybody gullible enough to believe him.

Whatever the case, it seems that the name alone gives everyone a curious case of déjà vu. Someone has to have information on her — and this is the Reclaimers' opportunity to hone their information gathering skills.

C. A (PERHAPS MANDATORY) DAY AT STOP DYING 101

Whether you're in class voluntarily, or whether you were dragged there on account of dying the past Field Mission, today's session of Fatalistic Fauna, and Danger Sense to channel your inner barbarian is going on a little field trip to the Arena.

Because this is your first test to see if you can put all that information that's been given to you in the first few lectures to good use.

You and a partner are placed in the middle of the Arena, in a simulation of an expansive, empty field, up against the first monster you were introduced to in class: A Bulette, a fearsome beast that can burrow, lunge, deal severe piercing damage, and jump an absolutely incredible distance. And you and your Reclaimer partner are absolutely no match for it.

Your only option here is to escape. Can you? If you are dealt simulated fatal damage, then the Arena will dissolve back to normal, and you'll be given extra homework and reading material for the day. Sorry, them's the breaks.

D. OPEN THE DOOR, GET ON THE FLOOR, EVERYBODY DO THE DINOSAUR

There's a signup available for those looking to take Dance lessons at the Academy. There seem to be enough slots available for 50 or so people, and the form's name simply reads: "DANCE, NOW. WITH MS. CHARLOTTE." It's a pretty large time commitment- a crash course in dancing is a rather intensive affair. You'll be spending 4 days a week for 2 weeks, 2-3 hours per day, learning all the basics of the waltz, the tango, and the quickstep. Don't even think about trying the cha-cha slide here, it's simply not pasodoable. At the studio, you can borrow a pair of ballet slippers and join in with Ms. Charlotte, which, for anyone coming to the class for the first time should be rightly horrified.

The newest member of the Bureau of Balance is a spider. A delegate from New New Aspen, Ms. Charlotte comes equipped with a bracer of her own, has taken in the Voidfish juice, and relocated here, to teach at the Academy. She moonlights as a ballroom dance instructor and a coach, and boy... she's pretty demanding with her approach, but incredibly thorough. You don't want to let Ms. Charlotte down.

The sessions she teaches will get you to learn the basics. Natural aptitude, of course, goes a long way, but she's very 8-hands on with her approach at correcting posture and steps. Not without compassion, however, if you manage to get blisters on your feet, Ms. Charlotte's web bandages will set and help heal those sore, tired feet. The next 2 weeks of this boot camp are going to be brutal.

E. THE MOON IS YOUR SPACE OYSTER (WILDCARD)

There are plenty of other locations around the Moon Base that you can explore at your own discretion. Feel free to refer to the Settings page for more ideas on what shenanigans you can get into.

Additionally, we'll be fielding Bender rolls again this month! With the exception of the three items that have been removed from his recipe database, if a food item was destroyed in a failed roll previously, you may roll to try to fix it. Bear in mind, of course, that you may make it worse.

Successful food rolls will stay in place at this time.




4. THE DIRECTOR ACTS; A GRAND RELIC DESTROYED

Erika has obtained and delivered the Space Mittens to Madame Director herself. She struggles to remain calm and composed at the moment, but the amount of immense pride and relief at recovering the Grand Relic slips through an otherwise sturdy exterior of coolness and level-headed features. She congratulates the entirety of the Bureau of Balance for their hard work, and relates to Erika that she couldn't be happier that she had made this world one step closer to being safe. A message will appear across all bracers, everywhere, with the following:

Reclaimers, welcome home and congratulations on a successful first mission. Although there were certain drawbacks and difficult decisions that had to be made, I believe, without a doubt, that you all have irrefutably surpassed all expectations. Congratulations on a job well done. However, next time, please do be more careful out there.

For those of you who wish to watch, my office will remain open until 1600 hours today. The relic will be destroyed, and if you would like to attend to see how it's done, please stop by.

There will be light refreshments and coffee served, of course. If unable to attend, you can watch the ceremony later on your bracers. Don't forget to click Like and Subscribe.


At the appointed hour, a ceremony will occur. She calls forth Davenport to wheel out the structure that's been created and designed with the sole purpose of destroying these things. She dare not takes the relic herself, no, refusing to touch the item at all. It's a medium sized metallic sphere, and once opened and closed, can never be opened again. Pulling back the curtain to an observatory, the Reclaimers can watch as Davenport sports a nifty pair of goggles, and wheels the orb onto a raised platform. He waits for the Director's signal, which is performed by an agreeable stamp of her oaken staff against the floor, and a nod. Davenport hits the KILL SWITCH, and the light show from behind the glass is amazing and terrifying all at the same time. You watch as the Space Mittens are obliterated from existence.

An eruption of cheering breaks out. This concludes the first successful mission, and a deeply needed win, for the Bureau of Balance.


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protegge: art by pixiv id#16918428 (🔫 chill with your old lady at the tilt)

guido mista | ota

[personal profile] protegge 2019-01-04 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
i. pieces from home
[Maybe he should be more cautious about things like this. There's no reason but curiosity to open the new door, to walk through it; once he's inside, there's no reason to answer the voice at all, much less to answer it honestly.]

[But he does, without question or concern for his companion. He doesn't want to spend too much of his downtime pondering. It tends to get him in trouble. Better to act before he thinks.]


Venice, [he says, brow furrowing,] after Ghiaccio. [And maybe he would have specified more, but that seems to be enough: as the whiteness of the room melts away, it's replaced by dark green, lush, saturation. Suddenly it's humid, the kind of humidity that clings to the cheeks and the hair and the back of the neck. It feels like a rainforest, but for the path and benches running down the middle.]

[Mista says,]
Oh, [and covers his mouth with his hand to hide whatever his expression's become--he doesn't even know. He can tell before he takes a step that any hopes of this being real are a pipe dream. The air smells wrong. There should be the smell of salt and sea in the distance, but if anything this is the sea as depicted by an air freshener. Still--]

[Still. He runs his fingers along a broad leaf and drops his other hand from his mouth.]
Oh. Goddamn.
ii. assorted horseshit + wildcard
[One emotional hitch isn't going to slow him in his quest to keep moving, of course. Not him! Guido Mista is great at filling his days with a whole lot of nothing. It's practically a gift.]

[First and foremost, he can be found a) picking a bracer cover. It's a tough choice. He's got a lot to pick from, and nothing is his precise aesthetic. A compromise must be made, but in which direction? He genuinely stands in front of the display for a solid half-hour before ultimately grabbing the worst bracer cover objectively and nodding decisively to himself. Please stop him, for everyone's sakes.]

[Not interested in saving Mista from himself? Well, b) Mista's had a run-in with Bender, too. It's not the most disastrous result possible, but considering he's literally wandering the grounds cradling and staring forlornly at an olive loaf, maybe he needs some help. Or a slap.]

[Finally, c) Mista finds himself in the arcade, ready to cheer himself up by getting his ass kicked at video games. It's a tried and true tradition for someone who lived for more than a day with Narancia Ghirga, who would be personally offended by the concept of Marco Cart--but at least Mista has practice with that, so he makes a beeline for it. On the other hand, 2001 is early for Sitar Hero, so he's conspicuously lost in front of it, squinting at the flat little drum set like he's trying to catch the trick. Help him?]

[Or you can find him e) basically anywhere. I'm not the boss of you, and neither is he.]
iii. dance dance revolution
[Mista loves to dance. Loves it. He dances while he's cooking, dances while he's walking, dances in the shower and has slipped because of it and probably will again. This is not to say he's a good dancer, but he's got decent enough rhythm and earnest dedication to Groove.]

[It goes without saying that he was not ready for Miss Charlotte. He's a good sport, he follows her as best he can, he puts his heart and soul into it, but by the end of the first day he's a mess all the same. Pouring sweat, he trots over to the wall and slides down onto his butt, letting his head lean back until it bounces off the wall with a light thunk.]


Holy shit. Whole new respect for ballerinas.
iv. the director acts; cw alcohol
[He goes to the ceremony.]

[If asked, he'll say it's because it's something to do. It's not, really--or at least it's not only that. More than anything, it's a feeling of disconnect that leads him to attend. He's never wanted to be the protagonist of his own story, so it doesn't bother him that he doesn't feel like it now. That part is fine. It's just that . . .]

[Back home, there was a purpose. There was a goal. There was a dream. It wasn't his at first, but he took it into his head and his heart and worked for it with his blood and sweat and tears. Now, there's only this. These mittens, and the other things like them, and ridding the world of them.]

[And then what?]

[So he goes, and he watches the light show. When it's over, he turns to whoever's nearest to him and offers a crooked smile.]


Fuck those mittens. Wanna go get drunk?
Edited 2019-01-04 02:35 (UTC)
feytality: (I never even saw that coming)

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[personal profile] feytality 2019-01-11 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ maya's hanging around -- not so much to get into her own simulation, but because she's starting to get worried about the other reclaimers going into theirs. particularly mista, who she bonded with right off the bat. so she kind of invites herself into the room --- it's to make sure he isn't depressing himself, but she can't help but stare in awe. she's never been to italy. or, like, outside of kurain village, aside from la. ]

Wow.....

[ this looks even better than the movies. ] This is Venice?
protegge: <user name="rightgunman"> (🔫 the poor people)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-01-13 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Maya's here. He's okay with that, actually. Maya is . . . well, he doesn't know that he could put words to the way he feels about Maya, other than that she's someone he felt close to almost immediately. Maybe the best way to put it is that her presence in the garden doesn't feel like an intrusion. He thinks Giorno would be okay with it, too--would welcome her into this space meant only for the innermost famiglia.]

[He wouldn't mind, would he?]


Hm?

[Glancing over his shoulder, he blinks, then offers Maya a faint smile.] Nah. No, it's--this is where I lived before everything went to hell. It's Napoli. Or a garden in Napoli, anyway.

It's nice, right? It's like a jungle. You could get lost for days in the real one. [Maybe not this one. He really can tell how artificial it is. The paths probably don't wind as intricately as Giorno constructed the real ones to.]
feytality: Not pictured: a nose (TUUUURN AROUND BRIIIGHT EYYYES)

[personal profile] feytality 2019-01-16 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ every anne character tries to adopt maya into the mafia. in all honesty, while she has little to no shame, mista is one of the few people she would feel really bad about intruding upon if he were upset, so it's a relief that he isn't. she walks closer, taking in all the sights. even if it's not the real napoli, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. and she's definitely enamoured. ]

It's amazing! I can't believe you actually lived here.

[ she's even touching her surroundings. as per the usual. ] You should have told me you came from somewhere cool.
protegge: artist unknown (🔫 money's tight)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-01-23 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Whaaat? I did tell you that!

[He flings an arm over her shoulders, yanking her close and pulling her cheek affectionately. Notably, though, he doesn't yank her far enough from the scenery she's touching to make her stop. If that's how a Maya be, he doesn't want to disturb her Process.]

I said it was Napoli, that's all you need to know. I kinda wish there was more of it so I could show you--the sea's so fuckin' pretty. That's how you know this place ain't real, it doesn't smell right. Back home in the garden, you can smell the sea and the plants at the same time. If you wanted, you could walk right through there--

[He points to one wall of greenery, apparently indistinguishable from the rest.]

Jump over the wall and your feet would hit the beach. Couldn't come back the same way or you'd get shot, of course, but the point is it's really close.
feytality: THANKS FOR THAT FACE MAYA (The most important icon I'll ever have)

[personal profile] feytality 2019-01-28 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ maya's not expecting this good-natured bullying, so she squeaks in surprise when he grabs her and pulls on her face --- then immediately puffs out her cheeks!!!! she's super intimidating, mista, how dare you manhandle her like this!! ]

Hey!

[ puffing intensifies!! ] No you didn't! You're such a dork, how was I supposed to know you didn't come from Dork Town, Italy? Just by looking at you, I couldn't tell you come from such a cool place with beaches, and....

[ hang on. ]

Wait a second, did you say shot?
protegge: <user name="rightgunman"> (🔫 so i'm a light sleeper)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-03-09 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Listen, Maya, you gotta get used to it. Good-natured bullying is Mista's bread and butter. His bread and bullying butter. Obviously, his response to Maya's cheek-puffing is to puff out his own, even though he's not nearly as practiced at it and it's nowhere close to as impressive. This, if nothing else, feels familiar to him, this playful roughhousing.]

[Until she double-takes like that, and he remembers. Oh, yeah. Civilian. He shrugs, a loose, deliberately casual movement, and makes an mm-hm kind of sound.]


I mean, yeah. Security's serious in Dork Town.

. . . I, uh, worked for somebody pretty important, that's why. If somebody broke in, it'd be a big deal. Safety concern. [Due to the mafia. And crimes.]
feytality: Stealing Mimi's icons forever (PLACEHOLDER 6: PHANTOM PLACEHOLDER)

[personal profile] feytality 2019-03-10 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's illegal. only maya is allowed to good-naturedly bully, so mista has to just deal with it and never retaliate ever. ]

[ also, that cheek puff was pathetic. he'll never reach her level. ]


Geez.... they take things really seriously, huh... Maybe you should go with me while I explore. Just in case.

[ since he's a "bodyguard",,,, i mean, totally legit. ]
protegge: <user name="rightgunman"> (🔫 so said the speaker)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-03-11 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Just be grateful he's not pouring a Sprite onto your electronic devices, Maya. You're getting off easy.]

I take my job seriously, yep. [It's a minor correction, but significant. He doesn't do what he does for the (admittedly ridiculously extravagant) paycheck. Work is life. Gun is life.]

[Still.]
'Course I'll go with you. I'd make sure you're safe anywhere, much less in my own . . . whatever this is supposed to be.
feytality: I'm serious i'm about to go angry hamster all up in your face (don't make me puff my cheeks at you)

[personal profile] feytality 2019-03-16 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ implying she doesn't just pour sprite on her own electronic devices. ]

Okay, well, don't shoot me for looking around Dorktown, okay? I'll really let you have it if you do!

[ ah yes, so threatening... all three feet of her. ]
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[personal profile] protegge 2019-03-20 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Maya, please don't do that, it's a waste of soda and tech.]

I'm not gonna shoot you. [He says this so offended, like he didn't literally just say he shoots people sometimes.] You're on the VIP list, okay? Nobody's shooting you.

[Except people who don't like Mista, maybe. It's a complicated life. Anyway, they're not here in this simulation, so it's fine.]
feytality: What's even more awkward than this: they forgot all about AJ when they made DD (Soooo about that AJ)

[personal profile] feytality 2019-03-22 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ you're asking a lot from her, misty from pokemon. ]

..... Well......

[ is this a bad time to mention that she's already been shot at??? ] Anyway, I'm sure it's fine.
protegge: <user name="peaked"> | dnt (🔫 'cause we're clapping our hands now)

MISTY FROM POKEMON!!!!!!!

[personal profile] protegge 2019-03-23 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[He gives her a funny look.]

You're weird, Maya. [Oh, well.] Wanna go to the beach? Since it's right over there anyway.
feytality: I'm just a lean green spirit medium from outer space (feed me seymour)

that's right binch

[personal profile] feytality 2019-03-29 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
You're weird.

[ puffs slightly!!! yeah, she's not gonna mention it. ]

Sure. Show me around!
cluelesscavewoman: (Humanitarian of the Hunting Ground)

iv - this may not go as planned

[personal profile] cluelesscavewoman 2019-01-11 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not a matter of if Futayo wants to be there or not. The Director asked, she's the boss. It's as good as an order so she's there to watch the proceedings. Stood straight, in full armor with the butt of her spear rested on the ground.

She turns staring for a moment before speaking.]


I have not found a place that serves sake here.

[Would they even serve her? Her rank and situation let her get alcohol back home, but she's still 17.]
protegge: <user name="rightgunman"> (🔫 out in the desert)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-01-14 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Mista looks at her. He just sort of considers her for several long, thoughtful moments. Then he mentally labels her Kind Of A Square and Could Do With Some Fun, possibly just because of her posture, which is very good in comparison to his habitual slight slouch.]

Sake's like wine, right? [Close enough. He waves a hand.] We can find something kinda like it, probably.

[As for legal drinking age, who's she? Mista's a nasty crimeboy and he don't care. This probably will get him in moon trouble at some point, but it hasn't yet!]
cluelesscavewoman: (Pair Lying in Wait)

[personal profile] cluelesscavewoman 2019-01-16 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Jud! It is wine made with rice. I have not seen anywhere selling such things.

[It gets a jolt of movement, slightly raised fists. But the rest of her is still stiff.]
protegge: artist unknown (🔫 money's tight)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-01-22 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Well, okay, how about this. Option one:

[He raises one finger. To demonstrate.]

Go to Fantasy Costco, look for sake. If we don't find it, option two: [Two fingers.] Just get regular-ass wine and you can tell me how it's not as good or whatever. Even though it totally is. Option three: [The penultimate finger.] If there's not even any regular wine, we can get some grape juice and pretend real hard.

What do you say?
cluelesscavewoman: (Performer in an Unrivaled Field)

[personal profile] cluelesscavewoman 2019-01-23 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods as he talks. Okay, she gets this. Then there's a bigger nod when he asks.]

Jud. That store sells large amount of items, so it will be cheaper if we both go... I hope we find something sweet.
protegge: <user name="rightgunman"> (🔫 in my backpack)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-01-28 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hell yeah! We'll find something awesome if we're both lookin' out, come on.

[Time to get the fuck out of here. He's over the weird vibe in this room, everybody eyeballing the Director or where the Relic used to be, or both. He turns to go, but not before nudging Futayo lightly with his elbow.]

You got a sweet tooth, huh? I bet they have sweet wine or something. All else fails, you can just drop some gummy bears in a cheap white. [Yuck?]
cluelesscavewoman: (Lead Role in the Fire)

[personal profile] cluelesscavewoman 2019-01-28 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She tagging along and following quite happily. There's not a smile but she's nodding a long with this plan.

But she just has to stop and stand on the spot for a moment.]


What are gummy bears?