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

[smokingguns]

Not bringing up the ability to read minds was probably a good start at not having Matt diverge from their conversation and find some reason to leave. Knowing he wasn't 'normal' was enough for Matt. Knowing he could send 'Julia' to find them at any moment, that wasn't something he liked either. Having that kind of power somewhere and it not being Mello isn't something he's used to or something he liked.

Still, so far he continued their walk, only pausing when he saw something that caught his eye and he wanted to actually look at it, not just look back in his memories later. The glimpse of metal on the glove being returned foud an interesting couple moments of his time, too. "I think just Matt'll do. If we're in a situation where we have to use walkietalkies and military speak, Matt's faster than uncomfortable."

Whatever it was he had stopped to look at, wasn't enough to make him go over to it and he continued on his way. "Nice pokers, by the way. Aesthetics or practicality?"

[albatrossomen]

Matt is a human Murmur expects would appreciate his presence far less than some of the others. All angels were terrifying in their own right, some of the most dangerous beings in existence. It just wasn't something Matt needed to worry about at the moment.

Murmur did not linger in any particular place, instead he seemed content to accompany Matt for the time being. Uncomfortable as the man might be, he found his company enjoyable. And curious... this one seemed more wary than most, an interesting trait. "A astute point, I will make a note. How have you been finding this adventure thus far? This whole finding yourself tied to a sentient space ship in an unknown universe must be at least somewhat of an inconvenience." Lives interrupted, all that.

He lifted a hand to inspect the claws at the question, expression still largely unreadable but perhaps... faintly introspective. "Aesthetics, mostly. Though they do have their value in certain functionality." He does so miss his claws.

[smokingguns]

In Murmur's defense, Matt hadn't enjoyed the company of anyone who wasn't Mello or Near in a great long time. Anyone else had just been a means to an end and right now that means to an end had no ending. Not with him and Mello here, or even with Near back home.

However. This guy played along with his jokes, he had been someone that, while sparsely, Matt had gone out of his way to talk with or offer help to. Anyone that knew him, or was as in tune as Murmur would know that wasn't for nothing. Just the company of someone walking with him was strange, but it wasn't unpleasant or he would've gotten out of it.

"Nah." Admitted the redhead easily, "It's fine. I wasn't doing anything important anymore." Unconvinced about dying, if that was Mello's last stand, then they were better off here. "Here at least I get to dick around and not have the responsibilities I did before."

Without missing a beat, Matt's eyes turned to very pointedly observe Murmur's face. "Yeah? And what's that functionality?"

[albatrossomen]

Murmur did know, he was honored that somehow Matt found him pleasant enough to tolerate his presence longer than a few minutes. Clearly it was the donut bribe doing the trick. That was the problem with their adventure at the moment, wasn't it? A lack of clear direction. Mindseye was a threat some on board were aware of, but not a duty most would take on. Fair enough, until it made itself more known none would understand the threat. Nor were they required to make it their problem.

"A positive way to look at it, commendable. This does present a unique set of opportunities. How often does one have a free vacation to traverse across a universe?" Heck they were getting paid to do it. Sure it was perhaps inconvenient, but it also spared them their responsibilities as Matt so astutely pointed out.

As for the question the faintest smirk touched Murmur's features, just a brief flash of teeth before his eyes moved to meet Matt's before again turning his face to do the same. There was just something slightly off with the timing of his body language. "Why, plucking at objects that are delicate, of course." What else would he use them for?

[smokingguns]

Threats were just something that came, went or came and killed him and went. That was all he had power wise to stop half the shit that came past that ship. So, for sure, it was more on the people like Murmur. Not fair, in the least, but if they needed tacticians, Mello and Matt at least had that to help with.

"Monty Python." Matt replies to the positive commendation, "Always look on the bright side of life." Which he didn't, but it was a good way to live lately. Things with him and Mello were going well and other than that he had no complaints. Everyone could turn into blood sucking vampires and he would still be happy with that one thing while crafting a stake gun.

He didn't believe the answer, but then again there was a possibility it was true. Especially with how they were taught to pick things up to look at them. The less your fingers obscure the less you have to worry about missing details. "Not a bad idea. You're lying, but it's not a bad idea. It's okay." He paused and looked at something else from where he stood, head tilting slightly, "I'd rather you lie to me about some of the shit you probably have to, or are lying to me about. I'm not psychic but I'll figure it out eventually and that's fun for me."

[albatrossomen]

That was the way it was for them, wasn't it? Threats would come and go without rhyme or reason, many of which unavoidable and impossible to challenge. Tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes, war, mass murderers. All terribly devastating, and all as impossible for an individual to stand alone against the storm. With that in mind the tendency to abstain from getting involved made perfect sense. After all, with insurmountable odds and one's very survival on the line how easy would that choice be to make? On one hand, die a horrible death, on another maybe make an impact, but more likely also just die a horrible death... And the way those cards fell were, as ever, entirely out of their hands.

Thus it was only sensible that the responsibility fall to the hands of those more capable of holding those lines. Unfortunate, then, that there were annoying rules in place that made it terribly difficult to step into that role in a direct manner. As ever, the expectation of nonintervention proved more troublesome than it was worth.

"Who?" He asked sincerely, being terribly out of the loop for more "modern" forms of entertainment. Murmur didn't exactly spend his complete lack of free time catching up on mortal cinema, after all. Although he did have to commend a positive outlook, very good! Wallowing in misery and depression did tend to stagnate progress. Even if there were times it was wholly justified.

That comment did earn something of a faint smirk, just a quick flash of teeth that might almost be described as predatory, if looked at from the right angle. Predatory, deeply amused, or perhaps a tiny bit of both. "Now, now, I do not make a habit of lying." Of course that didn't mean he wasn't leaving things out. Nor was he explaining what those delicate objects were. "I shall endeavor to keep things interesting for you." He added elusively, that faint hint of amusement remaining in his features.

"Would you like another?" Donut, that is.