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Entry tags:
- !event,
- dc: chloe decker,
- dc: lucifer morningstar,
- death note: matt,
- death note: mello,
- dr. stone: gen asagiri,
- dr. stone: senku ishigami,
- ff8: squall leonhart,
- grishaverse: kaz brekker,
- hadestown: persephone,
- oc: begonia doerdaegwyn,
- oc: jack munroe,
- oc: julia bellamy,
- oc: murmur,
- the black tapes: alex reagan,
- the black tapes: richard strand
event } you can jive
WHO: Open to all passengers!
WHAT: A visit to New Ecrillion, and all the music your ears can handle. Plus, bonus new partners!
WHERE: Anywhere in the city of New Ecrillion, or Navi.
WHEN: June 19 through July 10
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you end up partying literally to death, please record it on the death page.
Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now:
Attention, passengers.
We'll be docking soon at the city of New Ecrillion, on the planet Zegnolia, where we will remain for approximately three weeks, local time.
Please stand by.
From the announcement until landing, to help everyone adjust to the new environment, Navi will gift all passengers with a a faint hummed melody.
Upon docking and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!
Now, go get your groove on! Just remember to take breaks to hydrate.
WHAT: A visit to New Ecrillion, and all the music your ears can handle. Plus, bonus new partners!
WHERE: Anywhere in the city of New Ecrillion, or Navi.
WHEN: June 19 through July 10
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you end up partying literally to death, please record it on the death page.
Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now:
We'll be docking soon at the city of New Ecrillion, on the planet Zegnolia, where we will remain for approximately three weeks, local time.
Please stand by.
From the announcement until landing, to help everyone adjust to the new environment, Navi will gift all passengers with a a faint hummed melody.
Upon docking and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!
Now, go get your groove on! Just remember to take breaks to hydrate.
Listening? I don't know the meaning of it
Richard Strand has been listening too much to too many things but he is on a mission here. Dressed in his flannel - the flannel he is referring to as his lucky red flannel since his previous one was displaced and it feels...
He's uncomfortable. He wants to be here in a suit and a tie but he wants to be comfortable too - he wants to be normal.
That's what's strange is he's comfortable and he has things he needs to say to Alex in particular but finding her is proving to be difficult. So, Casually strolling and affecting an air of nonchalance. He can do this. He can be normal even though he's quite sure that if he senses Alex in any capacity he'll be running straight toward her. Like a damned dog.
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There is a tentatively psychic presence roaming around, occasionally listening to music, studying the world around it. He mostly can be found pacing, at one point he can be found with several kinds of liquor under his arm.
He could be bothered.
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The dress definitely shows off more leg than she'd ever previously shown around him, and a fair amount of cleavage as well. Strand running towards her wearing a flannel seems almost like something resurrected and for a moment it's all that Alex can do to wobble slightly in her heels. When Strand has worn flannel in the past, it's definitely not been when he was anywhere approaching his best, and Alex can't help but to worry (and to think) that maybe listening to the show has broken him again.
God, she hopes it didn't break him again. But Alex doesn't run away when he runs toward her, and she just frowns in concern at him. "Hey, are you okay?"
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Strand should file a complaint about all this Celestial harassment
In fact he just sort of appeared right in the middle of pacing where Richard was bound to almost run straight into him. Very rude.
"You seem troubled." He says in that strange, flat monotone of his as he completely fails to make eye contact just a little too long.
Dear N A V I...
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He didn't know the man, it might be veering towards a personal question, but he hadn't really meant it that way.
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partner slam go
Chloe had stepped away from Lucifer for a few moments, mostly to wander about on her own and take everything in. See what else was being offered in terms of music and dancing. Naturally, being who she is, she should've known better than to accept whatever drug was put in the palm of her hand, the shape of it like that of a skull. A candied skull. A fruity tasting candy skull.
It had paired nicely with a gin and tonic. A handful of dirty hooker shots that she'd agreed to take with a group of overexcited local ladies that reminded her of Ella with all of their energy and giddiness.
"Oh—sorry," a low and stage-like whisper. Abruptly, she'd stopped to look at him, a flush on her cheeks from the drinks, pupils blown wide from the drug, a hand over her mouth. The lights catching on her dress give it a soft sparkling shimmer. Chloe looks concerned yet oddly surprised to see him there. As if she hadn't expected to run into him. "Am I... I'm not interrupting your pacing, am I?"
A breath gets blown out then, and she's fanning herself with a hand, adding on a chuckle, "I needed some air; place is packed. Wonder if they've ever heard of central air."
Re: partner slam go
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open like an open... thing...
He's standing outside a trendy-looking restaurant, looking contemplative. When approached, without preamble, he will ask:
"If you were an incredible, attractive homicide detective with admittedly rather mundane taste in food, would you find this a suitable place for a romantic date?"
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An important announcement: Lucifer has found the booze. Yes, he's at a bar, sipping at what looks like whiskey (but is probably the space equivalent), and a smile crosses his face.
"Do you know, I might actually be able to get drunk on this stuff! I've never been able to before!"
Oh no.
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And now he's found a piano bar. Just as he'd wanted: a proper one that's not a Hell loop. And of course, somehow he's managed to charm his way to the instrument in question, because he's him. He's a consummate performer, incredibly skilled at both playing and singing, and his fingers stroke the keys lovingly as he begins a slow, sultry version of a song that might be familiar to humans from Earth circa 2013.
"My lover's got humor,
she's the giggle at a funeral.
Knows everybody's disapproval,
I should've worshiped her sooner.
If the heavens ever did speak
she's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
a fresh poison each week.
"We were born sick"
You heard them say it.
My church offers no absolution
She tells me "worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm alone with you.
I was born sick, but I love it.
Command me to be well.
Aaa, Amen, Amen, Amen.
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life..."
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One of those was where he "accidentally" knocked a glass on the floor that had been left unattended just a little too long with his elbow. Oh yes quite the scene, many apologies, very awkward, with some strange man slinking off not far off the periphery.
With that task out of the way he slid into a stool beside Lucifer who was happily announcing his ability to get drunk, raising an eyebrow.
"Truly? I cannot say I have been tempted to try. It's that strong?"
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Of course that might be the fact that she's there and so is her partner, who is possibly the only being aboard the ship who is as old as she is. Persephone can be very self aware but she's also worried about possibly being paired with a mortal who may be damaged by that exposure. Gods and mortals always tends to end badly for the mortals and Persephone doesn't want to add to that number. But for now, she's still drinking this overly powered booze, and when Lucifer finishes, Persephone walks over to the piano. "It's a beautiful song. Reminds me of somethin' that Orpheus might have written."
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"I never believed it's the location, as much as the company, my dear," he let Lucifer know. "If your date feels appreciated and flattered, that would go a longer way than if the place and question had mundane enough food for their taste."
His lips quirked slightly; "And if you're already able to be so honest with them? I think they'd know you well enough to realize you went to the effort to please them, even if this place didn't suit either of you in the end."
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"Personally, if I have a mundane taste in food, which I do, I'd pick somewhere that served my favourites, or at least is casual enough so that you get a decent portion. I'm not sure how this restaurant ranks on that scale."
Senku paused a moment. "Well, I'm not sure I'll find my favourites, but maybe."
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Begonia is happily singing, whether it's a tune local to the planet that she's copying or a song from her homecity of Limsa Lominsa or... Is that a sea shanty? Is she a pirate? Who knows.
"O Navigator, carry me to sea
Winds in my sails there's no turning back
Nary left on land for me
Onwards to bounty and gold in me sack~!"
She's does a little twirl in front of the mirror, trying to decide if this red coat looks good on her. Her cheeks seem a darker shade than the regular redness of her skin. Space-strength alcohol is doing a number on her already unusually high tolerance.
"What do you think?" She asks, turning to you. Yes, you.
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Alternatively, she can be found by one of the open bars, face flushed and bottle in hand as she grins at her new target.
"My friend, this man says you can't hold your drink. Don't tell me you're gonna let 'im get away with it."
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Regardless if they knew or not, Matt didn't care for not just sitting down next to them as they explained the bar tender knew their customers. "They're right, I'd probably puke on your shoes if I sniffed this stuff." It didn't stop him from at least tapping the bar top to have at least one. He could nurse it if needs be. Which needs seemed to be because as soon as the drink was delivered, he was busy looking at the lock in of his glyph while his stoic expression broke with a light lift from the corner his lip.
This was definitely not for him. "Don't tell me your full name, but what should I call you?" No reason to why, but he did know usually drunk people were more likely to give out information and information was what he was after regarding someone he'd never seen on the ship before and directly tied in to him.
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"I think you should find a proper pair of boots to go with that jacket," Gen suggested, his smile playful. "If we could find them in that same shade of red - you'd look brilliant, my dear."
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Or he found other challenges more enticing.
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tl;dr teenage boy finds treasured item on alien planet. about to fite everyone for it.
Not that trying to resist in Dualis did anything good, but all his friends are gone so why should he care how reckless he is? At least, that's what he thought until he came across a very familiar gunblade on display at a road side pop-up store. A gunblade that shouldn't have a replica because it was handmade for him by a friend.
So here he is out in the street having an increasingly loud argument with the shop owner. He doesn't have enough credits to cover for the payment listed and as he's very eloquently putting it, "I'm not singing!". He's about ready to grab the gunblade and just run away with it, honestly.
"And I'm not leaving until you tell me where you got this." he demands, steel in his voice. The man claims no knowledge of Seifer. Squall doesn't buy it but he wants to walk away with his weapon at least. Everyone else back home is content to make him run stupid errands in exchange for things so why isn't this stupid alien offering him one?
Any one who comes way too close to the shop -- and thus the gunblade -- is getting glared at. "Back off and go somewhere else!"
Help him pay, negotiate, do a crime, or just antagonize him more?
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Then he flashes the merchant a blindingly charming smile, sidles up to them, and flirts shamelessly with them for a few moments. Even aliens, apparently, aren’t immune to Lucifer’s many charms, and before long he’s even singing, his lovely voice doing a perfect, short rendition of “What a Wonderful World”.
“Here you go,” he says after a few minutes, handing the weapon to the angry teenage boy. “There are always other ways to get what you want.”
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Stepping forward with a handful of credits (because while Alex Reagan truly has a good voice for radio
and mindfulness exercisesshe is definitely not a singer, and making the attempt would likely increase the cost of the...gunblade? instead of paying for it.) she offers it to the merchant before explaining softly. "Sometimes things from home have fallen into the multiverse and you find them here. It happened to me a few planets ago. It's not their fault, they didn't like steal it. Probably or anything." Alex Reagan is someone who is quite used to being glared and shouted at by people far more formidable than this teenager, so she's not moved by his telling her to go somewhere else.(no subject)
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slides in super late aa
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[ active time event ] MEANWHILE...
LATE and hope this is okay to get them talking some maybe :D
this is a-okay and will be marvelous!!
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laaaate ._.
and I'm just as late with my reply, no worries
Julia Bellamy | OC | OTA
To say that Julia Bellamy is in love with this planet is kind of an understatement. She loves it and has thrown herself entirely into it as soon as she stepped off of the ship. The first stop of course is to purchase some new and sexy appropriate clothing for this place. She’s also vain and the sort of person who would ask the opinion of people in the shop no matter who they are. (Of course it might be more antagonistic for some people than actually polite, but that’s down to the person. So, she stands in front of a mirror wearing lynx fur coat and leather gloves. Honestly she doesn’t know if they’re real or not and she doesn’t really care all that much considering you know werewolf. But there’s one thing that Julia actually does care about which is why her blue eyes pierce into someone else’s when she just asks dryly: “What do we think? Is it too much?”
Painting and Singing: OTA
Julia Bellamy, for all that she’s been involved in supernatural things and the end of the world, considers herself an artist at heart. Painting is her medium of choice (which of course means she’s going to need to grab some more here. Sorry not sorry, Navi) and when she’d happened upon this place Jules couldn’t stop herself from taking up the challenge. Wearing a men’s white shirt as a smock over her slinky dress, Julia just picks up the palette and looks at the canvas. The idea is to tie the two things together (and to finish the painting before she finishes the song) and if there’s one thing that Julia does best it’s excelling under a challenge. So, as she dips the brush into the blue paint and drags it across the canvas before she sings a cover of a familiar song to many people from some variant of Earth. Or at least it might be familiar; who knows given the nature of the multiverse.
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailin'
Somewhere beyond the sea
She's there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms
I'd go sailing.
As she sings, all of the imagery from the song shows up, though perhaps in an abstract and rushed sort of way: the sand, the woman, the beach, the ships. It’s not a bad painting, and it definitely pays for the drinks that Julia is having. Cause drinks. Please ignore the whole paint on her neck and face thing; it’s all a part of her process.
And finally a date: Closed to Jack.
Jack and Julia (which is actually a cute couple name that Julia actually kinda loves even though if pressed she’d proclaimed that she doesn’t like it) have been meaning to have an actual date for a while. Navi hadn’t landed on a planet since people had been taken (and the fucking goose had come aboard and shit in her fucking bed) so it’s not like the two of them have had a chance to cut loose. Knowing that this occasion was coming up (and how much Julia has been looking forward to it) she’s definitely done a fair amount of both singing and research so she could find the best place to escort Jack too, and be able to afford the sort of opulence that this place tends to have without any effort. Well, new effort, she’d gone through a fair amount of effort before.
All of her shopping earlier was in an effort to find a dress that shows off her assets and Julia definitely has found that in the dress that’s currently wrapped around her body. It’s black of course, because she’s Julia and it’s matched with both high heels and extremely sexy underwear because otherwise what is the point of being so dressed to kill? Julia does love to dress to kill when she can and this is the best opportunity she had since she’d come aboard. Her hair and makeup matches and Julia is well aware of how good she looks; it’s all there in the slinky way that she moves.
The restaurant is fancy, of course but the food is good and the romantic ambiance can’t be beat. While Julia isn’t so cheesy to do a bouquet of flowers, there’s a black metal rose wrapped in a red ribbon on Jack’s place when she arrives.
shopping duuuuuur
He's spent the past hour or two being measured top to toe because his suits are bespoke, thanks, and then he was browsing pocket squares, looking for some that might really wow the Detective, and then of course he has to look for something for her. They're going to go on a real, proper date while they're here, they have to, and she deserves some sexy getups too.
"Not in the slightest, darling, you're ravishing," he says in answer to Julia's question. He looks her up and down, smiling, ever the flirt but with none of the heat or lust behind it that he might've had even a year or two ago. He's not on the market, not looking for a one-night stand. He's merely being friendly, in his own very Lucifer way. "People will have to pick their jaws up off the floor when they see you."
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Senku Ishigami | Dr. Stone - VT CRAU | OTA
The first thing Senku noticed upon arriving, after taking out some credits, was that this place was loud. Vibrant. Teeming with life and full of music and lights.
Honestly, it was a bit of a departure from anything he’d seen in a long time.
He’d opted for some of the clothes in his arms band over his usual leather outfit that would make him stand out more than he likely already did. He’d selected a black kilt and white peasant top with loose puffy sleeves. His hair was tied back with a thick piece of rope in a ponytail, and he had a beautiful band with a flower on his left wrist and a necklace dangling down, both matched those of another passenger.
Senku took a long slow breath, just watching for the moment as he was trying to ground himself and not get too distracted. He might resemble someone who looked like a fish out of water.
II. Surely there’s a bar around here
The bar of course, had live music but it was less electronica and more rock-style. Apparently an assault on the ears was about par for the course around here, so he could tune that out.
He walked up to the bar confidently and considered his options.
He turned to his fellow travel companion, who he may not actually know yet, but details. “Anything you recommend?”
His drinking experience was mainly limited to wine and brandy.
III. Shopping? Shopping.
Shopping is a much quieter vibe. Senku is doing more window shopping than anything since he wasn’t sure he actually needed anything, he just needed the break.
He was debating which store he wanted to hit up first, technology or clothes?
Not that he really wanted anything else, but it couldn’t hurt.
Shopping!!
While the genius might've been looking for a quieter vibe ... here came Gen. Well, admittedly, Senku usually appreciated his sort of chatter, energy, and noise. Certainly, compared to his husband, Gen had been adapting far better to this particular planet. He'd been making himself comfortable.
On the surface, anyway.
Approaching him, Gen came in close, easily brushing up against him. "I've gotten a tiiiiny bit extra pocket money for us to shop with, my darling."
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Kaz Brekker | OTA!
For the most part, anyway. Apparently, some universes deemed it acceptable to treat song with the same reverence as coin, and the thought of it soured in his stomach and gave him heartburn. He thanked the saints and all their ugly mothers that the merchant council was chock-full of greedy bastards instead of people like Alys.
That annoyance aside, he's still been keeping himself quite busy, wearing his usual dark tailored suit and tie, though his coat is absent from the outfit.
A. Monte Games
Kaz has acquired a booth from somewhere and has set up a stand for a good, old fashioned monte game. There's a decent sized crowd gathered around to watch and take turns trying their luck, with people coming and moving on to see the other sights the town has to offer. Currently, his cane is tucked away behind the booth, and his demeanor is easy and charming, an uncharacteristically friendly smile curving his mouth. He has both a set of cups and cards to give the player their choice of game.
Now and then, people enthusiastically attempt to wager him a song, in which the loser sings. "Afraid I don't have the voice for it, and I'd hate to make a wager I can't honor if I lose," he replies easily, not missing a beat and exaggerating the rough raspiness of his voice for extra effect. Of course, he controlled the games, so he could just as easily make sure he never lost those rounds, but truthfully he didn't want to hear them sing either. If anything, he wanted to pop a hole in their windpipe and stuff a cork in it, but he keeps his features friendly. "Anyone else care to try their luck?"
If you're sharp and the type to catch on, there's a bit of profit in it for you if you play along and make a convincing shill.
B. Apprehending a Pickpocket
Elsewhere, Kaz had been found making his way up and down busy streets, having acquired some trinkets from elsewhere. He was even prepared for the people who offered a song as payment, producing necklaces he'd lifted and draping them over people's head while they sang. In doing so, he got close enough to make use of his excellent sleight of hand skills to lift other valuables off of them while they were distracted by the joy of song. Finally, though, he's all out of trinkets and is simply making his way along a sidewalk like any other sightseer, cane helping him keep a steady pace despite his limp.
That's when someone bumps into him, setting him slightly off balance and making a show of apologizing profusely, all of which looked unintentional enough. As the man turned to walk away, Kaz's cane shot out in the blink of an eye, jabbing the man sharply on the leg and causing him to collapse with a startled cry. Without missing a beat, the cane swung around in a smooth arc and connected sharply with the legs of another seemingly unrelated man who had been somewhere to the left of him, causing him to fall forward until Kaz caught him by the collar of his shirt with a sharp jerk.
"Your technique needs a bit of work," he said calmly, as though he were scolding a student for doing a math problem incorrectly. Then, he let the man fall the rest of the way to the ground, the tip of his cane landing on the mans hand to pin it down around his knuckles with some pressure. "Now, you've caught me in a good mood, so maybe I'll only break half your fingers," he continued idly before bending down to get closer, where his voice dropped into a slightly more threatening tone, "But if I were you, I'd give back what you nicked before I change my mind and make sure they never work again." To punctuate the point, he applied a bit more pressure and gave the cane a twist.
C. Eavesdropping
Kaz highly values his own privacy, but that doesn't mean he respects yours. Secrets are a currency as valuable as coin, and he's out to gather information. As such, he's going to be around looking to listen in and see if he learns anything useful. He won't approach anyone, and he excels at blending into a crowd, but if there's any conversations or interactions you don't mind him seeing or picking up on, that's what this option is for! Whether it's with another character, just a random NPC encounter, or anything else you come up with! You're free to assume he's anywhere or link to another thread if you're okay with him overhearing some of that, otherwise he won't be savvy to other threads unless there's player permission.
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Came an inquisitive, if strangely monotone voice. Now, some people might be inclined to interfere. Perhaps suggest he let his quarry go without any broken bones or the like. Or, indeed, have been there perched strangely on the back of a bench when Kaz and his would be thieves had walked past. Yet strangely none of these things seemed true.
This person just, perching there, had most certainly not been there a moment before. He wasn't making eye contact, instead watching out further up the street and yet when he spoke it was clear he was addressing the trio.
"What are you going to do with them when you've finished?"
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a is for this asshole finally showing up for pairing 8|
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Gen Asagiri | Dr. Stone - VT CRAU | OTA
If there's anywhere that this place could stop in that would make Gen nostalgic for the place - it'd have to be somewhere that faintly reminded him of Vegas, wouldn't it? Maybe this was all up to eleven - because apparently they're on a spacecraft now - but Gen felt instantly transported back to his youth. Way back to when he was a young teen and visiting America for the first time.
It was exhilarating.
Gen was wearing a purple t-shirt, with a black long-sleeved shirt over it, his black jeans and boots, and a black long coat over all of that. On his wrist was his flower bracelet and glinting on his neck was a certain necklace - indeed a match for another passenger. But between all the layers he had plenty of places to hide whatever he'd like to, considering Senku was wearing the Arms Band.
Well. While they were here ... he might as well make hay in the sunshine.
He'd recognize someone from the ship departing the craft beside him - his smile was crafty, inviting. "Are you in the mood for some entertainment?"
II. What happens in Space Vegas ...
Gen wasn't an idiot. He didn't want to end up in space-jail for completely sweeping the pot in poker or blackjack. So he'd just win a little, and lose enough, so his modest profits looked earned, instead of calculated. Sure, could he figure out a way to game the system and pull in a larger jackpot? Of course. But, again, space-jail. He's the one who would probably need to swindle other people out of that kind of situation, he couldn't do that if he was locked up.
Still, a sharp eye might be able to spot that Gen had a particular skill when at the tables that had nothing to do with luck.
Later that night, Gen would decide he's plenty bored - so anyone with ears would be able to hear him trying out some karaoke instead. And, hey, he's not half bad! It could help that he is entirely and stubbornly sober, of course.
III. Try your luck - be amazed!
After winning some more money - shopping - karaoke - more shopping - Gen felt a little antsy.
After all ... he didn't love Vegas for the way it entertained him.
So, for any local - or passenger - who was curious? He'd have a table set up in the entertainment district, and a hand-written sign. (Where ... where exactly did Gen find glitter pens and glue?)
THE GREAT MENTALIST GEN ASAGIRI
FORTUNE TELLING - CARD TRICKS - LOVE ADVICE
KNOW THE FUTURE.
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"How much for a card trick?" he asked in his rough tone, leaning on his cane and looking impassive.
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As far as the planet went it didn't matter how strange Murmur came off, as long as he could sing a song the locals didn't seem to mind any off-putting behavior. So that left him free to go about doing weird angel things. Skulking around, perching like a weirdo, occasionally offering words that could help steer an individual out of a dark place... or words of warning for those teetering on an edge they couldn't turn back from. All in a day's work. And a good day's work is deserving of a reward.
One such reward came in the form of the best donuts around. So now he was strolling about with his well-earned box of malasadas, watching the crowds and keeping an eye out for anyone he recognized from the ship. They may not have met, but everyone psychically tied to Navi had a distinct energy about them. Once he found one, well he might just go ahead and saunter on over to see what they're up to.
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Thinking maybe she could come back to it, she turns away from the vendor and immediately steps back. "Oh! Sorry." She'd almost bumped into him; that poor, poor box of donuts would've met a terrible end.
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