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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.

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- Locked to Alex -
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.

- Open -

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.

Alex Reagan is exactly the sort of person who firmly believes in that whole idea of 'when in Rome'. Well, in this case it's more 'when in Space Vegas' but the principle still applies and Alex has jumped into the spirit of it. She's already had one space vodka red bull which has the effect of being relaxed but also super energetic and Alex is definitely going to order a case of them to bring back aboard Navi when they go. But it also means that Alex has purchased clothing that makes her fit in more with the crowd and she's added the makeup to go along with it because one definitely doesn't go bare faced when you're as glammed up as Alex is right now.

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?"

"Alex." Yes and no. Yes because he is out, and he feels...what? Free? Smart? He has always felt more comfortable when he knows about the situation. When he knows what's going on.

Staring at her he inhales before nodding, "You look well. How are you?"

There. Conversations. Nice, normal conversations. He's normal. He's a normal human man.

"I'm-"

The facade falters, "Can we go and find a drink somewhere?"

"Ooh, not a bad selection," says a British accent from behind him. Not that Lucifer is British, he just sounds like it. "Hope you're planning to share with the class. Only a dullard drinks alone, after all."

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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..."

During one of Richard's outings he may come to find that Murmur was just. There. Standing maybe a little too close, hands clasped behind his back as he observed way too nosily for someone Richard had been almost hostile to not terribly long ago.

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.

When you're a bored angel doing bored angel things one might not think that a bar would be a great place to hang out. They would be wrong, there were plenty of troubled souls who could use the occasional uplifting word. Ever the workaholic even while trying to insist he totally wasn't the endlessly dutiful son Murmur was... subtle in his ways.

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?"

Richard blinks. For a moment his head and his ability is thrown off and he feels an overwhelming press of information on his temples. He lets it go and blinks, "You're welcome to..."

Interesting. Richard's features pique and he smirks.

"Is it safe to drink with the devil?"

He's kidding.

"I'm excited by the prospect."

"I-"

He doesn't start or look annoyed because there it is that same Celestial energy, "I'm having a morning."

Neither good, nor bad, "Am I really getting that much of a reputation for being curmudgeonly?"

Oh, Oh, everything here is marvelous and loud and overwhelming and foreign and yet it almost immediately feels like home. The fact that she can buy things with singing alone is an absolute delight and the seven-foot-tall roegadyn can be found in the karaoke booths, the bar, and the many clothing stores around. She needs clothes to change into and alcohol. So, so much alcohol.

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.

~~~~~~~

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."

Edited 2021-06-25 07:33 (UTC)

Squall has kept to himself since he arrived, keeping a suspicious eye on people but not at all keen on making connections. He did finally watch the video as instructed by his new captor (A sentient spaceship. Really?) but he's not interested in doing as told.

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?

Good! He's getting used to it. Murmur looks faintly pleased, as much as he manages to look anything anyway. Richard's getting used to this! "A morning? What does that mean?" See! He told you he tries not to dig.

"Well," And he smirks, just faintly. "You do radiate curmudgeon energy."

"I honestly have no idea why you wouldn't want to try, your version of Dad sounds even worse than mine," Lucifer comments, but he's distracted, because hey! Shady dude! He might be an alien on an alien planet but that doesn't mean he should just get away after clearly spiking that drink.

Lucifer slides off the bar stool, approaches the guy with a predatory sort of smile. Turns his head, says something too quiet to carry to where Murmur is still seated, and a moment later the guy's eyes go wide with fear and he bolts like his ass is on fire. He'll never darken the door of this bar again, that's for sure.

"Still got it," Lucifer says, satisfied as he returns to his drink.

He didn't comment, only offered something of a mysterious smile as he watched Lucifer lock onto his prey.

Murmur looks unusually pleased with himself as Lucifer returns successful. Lucifer couldn't resist punishing the guilty, precisely as anticipated. This is well. By the time he returns Murmur's obtained himself a glass of excessively sweet iced tea.

"You most certainly do, though I expected nothing less."

Murmur would have just nudged him into getting hit by a bus. Hardly a lesson learned there.

Edited (Phone why) 2021-06-25 13:29 (UTC)

“Depends on what you mean by safe,” Lucifer says jovially. “Your sobriety is certainly in danger but I suspect that was already the case.”

He knows a man with the weight of the universe on his shoulders when he sees one.

“Strand, isn’t it? The one with the musically-inclined demons?”

“He said what,” Lucifer says, suddenly indignant at this horrible slight against his character. “I’ll have you both know that my metabolism is, quite literally, preternatural. I could drink everyone in this bar under the table!”

“My, my, aren’t we all hot and bothered today,” Lucifer says easily, ignoring the boy’s glares. They’re not in the least bit off-putting - if anything, he seems amused by the whole situation. “Do you know the saying, ‘you catch more flies with honey than vinegar’? It’s one of my favorites.”

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.”

“It’s a gift,” Lucifer says easily, raising an eyebrow at the tea. He’s not into violence these days - the Detective has insinuated herself thoroughly into his conscience, so if the nasty little cockroach gets himself hit by a bus, that’s not on Lucifer.

“I truly hope that’s a Long Island,” he adds skeptically.

Murmur wouldn't be hitting him with the bus himself, getting his hands dirty directly is so distasteful. Encouraging nature to take a specific course on the other hand...

Well, that's just how fate goes sometimes.

"Why on Earth would you drink anything from Long Island, have you seen what they dump into their water?" So that would be a no. Save this fool from his obliviousness.

Oh, Murmur. Lucifer gives him a long-suffering sort of look, and waves at the bartender.

“You’re as bad as Amenadiel used to be,” he says, and then flashes a smile. “Yes, another round, please. One for my friend as well. You’ll thank me later,” he adds as two more space whiskeys get handed over.

"There are worse things I could be," He muses aloud, sipping his tea, still looking faintly amused. "How did you get him to come around?"

Gingerly he picked up and sniffed the whiskey once it arrived, making a puzzled expression. Was it supposed to smell like it would burn? After a sip he looked downright startled. Maybe the most expressive he's been yet!

"My! That is an experience. Is it supposed to taste like a campfire?"

“Yes of course, well, it depends on the type and quality,” Lucifer says with a shrug. “This isn’t top-shelf stuff.”

He downs his own, then grins at the bartender to indicate they will need to keep ‘em coming.

“And I didn’t do anything. Except maybe that time I brought him along for a sting at an illegal sex club. He really enjoyed himself that time.”

Persephone is someone who is used to singing. So much of her world is sung rather than spoken and it's giving her a hallow feeling of home. She'd done the party thing already, but now the goddess wants something more quiet and something that she's not the center of attention of. Watching people playing at the piano is reminding her of home and of Orpheus playing in Hermes bar. This place doesn't have the same timeless vibe of being run by one of the remaining gods, but it's still something that Persephone can feel.

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."

Shopping: 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.

Alex Reagan at this point is used to the whole like being dragged sort of to meet her partner. She's had more partners than she cares to admit but she still doesn't fight it when she lets it draw her through the maze of pop up shops and bars until she reaches the one where her partner is. As Alex draws close enough, the glyph on her hand flashes for a second before they're synchronized. Letting out a deep breath, Alex just looks to the kid who she's paired with. To Alex, he's definitely a kid considering he's a teenager, but she can't blame him for being upset about this. On a different planet, Alex had found a recording of her show so she knows that it happens sometimes.

Stepping forward with a handful of credits (because while Alex Reagan truly has a good voice for radio ~~and mindfulness exercises~~ she 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.

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