event } you can jive

[seeingyou]

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.

Comments

[misterbrekker]

For his own part, Kaz wasn't enjoying the game at hand. Part of him felt as though he should just walk away, rather than stand here and be baited by this stranger, but something kept him rooted in place. While the city was full of a whole new host of oddities to try and understand, it was a temporary distraction. Even if he walked away now, once they returned to the ship, he'd be contained once more in close quarters with the other passengers, and wouldn't be able to walk away. For that reason, it seemed better to size him up here and now, rather than later when he'd have considerably less to work with.

Still, though he held his gaze and didn't back down, it was getting more difficult by the moment. Something about the other mans eyes unsettled him, and the longer he met them, the more vulnerable he felt. His entire body remained tense and alert, and he was vaguely aware of the crowds moving away from them. It was when the other man addressed him that he felt a sinking sensation in his core.

The accusation of being a terrible liar was neither here nor there, as he had only set out to be flippant rather than deceitful. Also, hearing himself addressed as 'mister Brekker' was unexpected, but he had introduced himself as such to some people on the ship so he could look past it. As far as he knew, however, no one aboard the ship or in the city should have known the name Dirtyhands. As he heard it, a dark shadow seemed to flash over his eyes, his jaw visibly tensing. He remained set and silent for a moment, on the verge of forcing himself to drop his gaze when Murmur finally looked away.

As the eye contact broke, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, breathing a small sigh and used the opportunity to drop his own gaze. Not wanting to make his relief too obvious, he lifted a hand to run his gloved fingers through his hair, tilting his head back with the motion, then dropped his hand to hover in front of his abdomen, rubbing his gloved fingers together and studying it as though it were something of interest. Dirtyhands.

It took him a couple moments to collect himself, and he spared the briefest of glances up to take a peek at the man in front of him before decidedly glancing down again, a slightly annoyed scowl playing across his features.

"You can call me what you like, and if none of those names please you, I can give you a few more," he finally spoke, the rough gravel tone of his voice a bit harsher. "Since you seem confident that I wasn't being truthful, I'll take it you got your answer. Anyone who calls me Dirtyhands, though, would believe otherwise."

Indeed, one of the many stories surrounding Dirtyhands was that he wore gloves because his hands were stained with blood, or perhaps he had demon claws instead of fingers. He paused for another moment, spreading out his fingers and looking over them, then chanced a glance up. This time, however, he was more cautious and resisted making direct eye contact again. In his head, he turned over a conversation he'd had with Lucifer a few days before, taking in the man's strange behavior and unsettling presence. "Should I call you Murmur, then?"

[albatrossomen]

Come now, Kaz, aren't you having fun? Not even a little? A pity, Murmur was having a blast. He did always favor the ones who walked a firmly middle path. Not black, not white, instead shrouded in the endless gray. That moral ambiguity made for far more interesting souls. What choices would they make, where would they draw the line? How much would it take to push them past it, or... to push them back from that brink? Of course it was silly to think he could escape, but Murmur would let him have that illusion. It wouldn't do to show too many cards at once now would it?

Yes, Murmur knew that using Mister Brekker alone wouldn't quite have the intended effect, anyone with half a whit of decent observational skills could likely have picked that up. But an unused nickname? The very one he was living up to at this moment, the persona of someone so dangerous it was best to not even approach? Oh yes, that name would do just fine. While Kaz did put on a very good show of hiding his discomfort, to Murmur it was all too clear just how unsettled he was becoming.

As soon as he broke the intense stare Murmur seemed to promptly lose interest in actually watching Kaz compose himself. Make no mistake, he remained distinctly aware, simply politely no longer pinning him down under a hundred eyes he couldn't see. Instead Murmur fixed his gaze out somewhere into the middle distance above the crowd, as if listen for something beyond their conversation.

His eyes darted back to Kaz before he turned his head to actually follow that look, though it didn't quite reach the piercing degree again. "Oh? Do tell, I do enjoy a good collection of nicknames." A faint incline of his head and a quietly amused sound out of his nose to indicate that yes, yes he did already know the answer to that question. "I imagine so. Tell me, how did you come by that title?" He could peel it out of Kaz's brain, sure, but it's much more fun to hear the stories spoken.

Oh, very good. A sly smirk crossed Murmur's features. "I see you've been speaking with Lucifer." That is a yes.