eyemind | event } holiday, far away, let's go today

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event } holiday, far away, let's go today

WHO: All of the passengers. All of them.
WHAT: A nice chill visit to a nice beach resort with your new brainmates.
WHERE: All over the Cor Leonis resort - and on Navi, if you want.
WHEN: The next three weeks (Aug. 7-28).
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you absolutely cannot resist drowning to death, please report it on the death page.

[Hey passengers! Hope you’re not sleeping - Navi has a very important announcement for y’all:]

Attention, passengers.
We'll be landing soon on the planet Adhara, near the beach resort settlement of Cor Leonis.
We'll be docked for three weeks, local time, and all of your expenses during this time will be paid for.
Please note that no violence of any kind is allowed on the premises, nor are weapons, and the staff of Cor Leonis are quite serious about enforcing these rules, so please do your best not to break them.
Please stand by for atmospheric entry.

[Have fun! All passengers will be required to sign a waiver before being admitted to the resort stating that they understand their stay in Cor Leonis is dependent on following the no-violence rule, and they agree to abide by it. Each passenger will have a tab where all charges can be placed while in the resort, and all charges will be paid by Navi, so go wild!

And hey, remember to wear sunscreen.]

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What do you mean you've never seen a winged horror with a mask sewn to most of his face comb out on the beach-- Any beach. That includes the nude one, hope you don't have any piercings because he will consider them for a bit. Shiny is as shiny is. For the most part he's perched on the balls of his feet while he's picking through seashells on the beach. Shiny objects left behind or other things to put in the pockets of his pants or the side of his outfit that begins and ends with being half suit jacket and half baseball shirt and all confusing.

He feels a lot lighter being divested of his weapon and has enough of a brain to know not to make a fuss. As long as he can hunt and pick through things, he won't be a problem for beachgoers. Or maybe he will if those beachgoers try to take what he's already gotten piled up and picking through with a tick of his head very bird like from side to side to try to see out of the eyeholes of his mask more efficiently.

Don't mind his little snack if he finds shellfish in the shells. Man's gotta eat.

The Fireworks are a bit much for him, but he's also not about to attack anyone, just look more jittery than normal. What's normal jittery? Who knows.

The Boardwalk is another place to find such a nice guy, thrilling himself with the sights, sounds and lights. Arcades he has never been to, food he has never tried, freedom that he rarely had and no one to hunt down to bother his time to do it. Bipedal when he needs to be and wings tucked against his back, his time spent at the bright lit up areas.

At least having gone to the beach had made sure none of the usual viscera is an issue. Well an issue for everyone else, he's more than used to it. In fact, this two player game? Don't mind the clawed, beastial hand grasping an elbow and his other, more human hand pointing toward the game. Come play. House of the Dead style games never hurt anyone right? Right. Not right, but right at the moment.

Edited 2021-08-09 07:25 (UTC)

After well needed sleep and more avoidance until he had been sure of his surroundings, Shoto decides to take a well deserved (read as just curious) walk around. Unlike during his haunting event, he's much less threatening looking and while they do search for weapons on him, the only weapons he has is his actual body. The promise of not actually doing anything with his abilities other than wandering and maybe providing ice to beach attendees if they look like they might be fanning themselves or overheated.

For him, the weather is nothing, he can regulate his own temperature hot or cold, but knows that's not the deal for everyone else.

The boardwalk provides a lot of interesting host of information overload. The games were fun, the shops were fun and the food stalls sure kept him entertained. Regardless, he is looking for mostly a market, a food market more along the line of buying produce or something that he could bring back. There's someone he wants to apologize to and really, should've had the gumption to a long time ago.

Once more unlike his trist into the darkness of his own insecurities and fear in his own mind, Shoto looks much more relaxed. His features are next to stoic aside that sometimes he might raise an eyebrow and if he recognizes someone even in passing with the Glyph on their hand, the likelihood of him at least coming to introduce himself was more than just a passing possibility especially on the boardwalk.

Boat tours seemed fun. Very much so, the things that they advertised seemed like something he never would've been able to do at home. As long as whomever he's with puts the fish back, he even watches a few fishermen. Down the side of the boat and with his skill in swimming at least with knowledge in a pool, Shoto also enjoys the underwater snorkeling seems like fun and anyone with a glyph seems like a good person to pair out with and maybe hand signal out in the wonderous world of alien planet under water. Probably not his smartest move, but no one's accused him of being intelligent, just tactical. If not, they can find him more than happily looking at the bottom of a windowed boat, watching fish go by off the shores. The likelihood of him being attacked by a sea creature and not winning is slim to nill considering his ice abilities, but he's still taking all of the things he's doing with the utmost safety in mind.

Hotsprings? You're god damn right hotsprings. It's just more or less something familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Mind you, he's gotten swim shorts to enjoy the water, but, you know. You do you.

At the hotel Matt is busy gambling away. He's learning the patterns there, too, and unless the people there were a little better than him, which he doubted, he was going to walk out of there with... Nothing, because this was just to say he could. Proof of evidence that he had it, could use it, and wouldn't hesitate to do so. By the end of it, he might pocket a bit of it, but any other bystander got the rest of what he won. He already had the world, he didn't need much more. The bar is another place he bellies up to, considering he's here and why the hell not? Matt isn't dumb enough to drink himself into any situation he couldn't walk out of but, he's not opposed to tasting new things. Bars were good places for information, too, and he's always out after that. Be it from the people who were around him, or other passengers.

Beaches? Fuck yeah. Beaches for sure, something he was sure to enjoy even if he didn't know very well how to swim. He knew all the trivia for it, how to, when to, what to but it's never been practical to teach a successor how to swim. You sort of want them to sink and figure out if they can get to the top. Either way, he's happily on said beach, watching the competitions (you're damn right he is), the fireworks are a fun go of it and something he's not used to being able to see. With or without Mello around he's not unhappy to talk to people that he knows from the ship, or people he recognizes as people from the ship at most any event. Nude beaches? Yeah as long as no one cared that he wasn't going to bare it all to the world. No, his SNES themed swimtrunks are a staple for him at all points on the beach. He's already constantly wearing goggles, so why the hell not?

If you think Matt isn't at the arcades, you're wrong. You're so god damn wrong. He's there, alright, beating every high score and learning every pattern to the games with an ease that's almost supernatural. It isn't, it's just Him™️ and just how he goes where games are concerned. He always has and he's always enjoyed them. Don't expect to win against him if you're challenging him, you're better off challenging him to something like air hockey and the likelihood of him accepting the challenge is zero. Not his thing. But the high score is the prize for him, so if there's prizes, feel free to take them after his offering. He's only keeping one or two things for Mello who is his every waking reason for breathing.

There was a beautiful beach resort, perfectly designed for sitting around, relaxing, drinking and soaking up the sun.

Senku wasn't interested in any of that. In fact, he definitely was more interested in exploring the jungle around resort, and from the open pouch in his tool belt it's easy to see that he's definitely got a tool sitting in it, which would later be revealed to be a bone axe, with a wood handle wrapped in leather, in a decorative manner. He could be found either surveying the area, working on two projects he decides he wants to work on - a basket woven of grass and vines to carry foraged nuts and berries and for fun, a chest he wants to make for storage for what is essentially their room.

Keeping busy keeps Senku happy, it was probably best to let him to it for the most part, or maybe give him a hand.

He can probably be talked into doing other things eventually. He might hit up the casino, as he's actually an excellent card shark. Maybe one would just like to have a meal with him. He could maybe be talked into eating more than once a day.

Senku is also likely to do fishing with or without the expedition, which might lead to a campfire and the cooking of fresh fish, which is a more interesting thing to watch than one might think, with how adept he is. He would also be easily talked into the hot springs.

However, without fail, every single night, Senku would be outside on his back, watching the night sky.

At some point, with some arm twisting which really is what one's spouse is for after all, he promises to stay on the beach all day. Senku didn't say what he'd be doing though, that was a pleasant loophole, although in a resort there wasn't that much one could get away with.

Maybe Gen did win that one in the end.

He hadn't really met Matt or picked up on him except his glyph did, flickering and syncing up with him like some kind of device from the distant past. How about that.

Senku stopped when it did that and glanced to Matt, who probably felt that too. "Huh." He said, a little wryly. "Ship's playing tricks on us again."

Husbands be like that. Luckily for Matt, his wasn't a husband but likely needed just as many breaks from his pointing out parts stupid and parts annoying things. Then again as much as him and Mello were close, he had time to himself otherwise they'd probably go insane. Both of them.

In the end it sure was in his favour, Matt had done his best to sort of just exist and know his partner was somewhere on the ship. That didn't do much of what Navi wanted from him so when the telltale feeling in the back of his mind, and the glow of the glyph caught his attention, his eyes ticked up and spotted the first person looking like they were faced in his direction. "Is it?"

Probably, he knew the answer was probably. "Been through this a couple times at least. What's your first name?"

"Ah, well since I haven't been around long, it's a relatively new experience." He'd been paired once before, for a short time.

"I'm Senku." He responded, which would've been his answer regardless.

Matt dusted himself off a little and turned the rest of the way to face the person he had been paired with and even if it was or wasn't what the man would've answered, Matt appreciated it. "Well, relatively new guy, at least you can follow directions. I don't want to know your last name, there's nothing to it I just don't." To which he remembered that the standard is probably to give his own name, a big difference from the usual at home. "You can call me Matt."

They weren't stuck, stuck together, but Matt also felt like the more he recounted his world the more he really didn't want to. "So you're a beach comber, what else?" Hair stylist extraordinaire, as well? That was an interesting look and the colour variation was even more interesting.

"I don't have much use for my last name as it is. Not enough people in my world to worry about it." Senku said a little dismissively, like that was a totally normal comment that wouldn't beg any follow-up questions.

"I'm not much of a beach comber. I'm a scientist." He explained. "I promised to spend the day on the beach for at least one day to appease my husband's complaining about me working too hard."

"Sounds like a lucky world." There were too many in his, as it turned out, too many and they were feeding the problem. Of course he had questions, but Matt always loops back to what he thinks he needs to know.

"A scientist in a dying world with a husband that's worried about his work habit." That sitcom was something he'd watch. "What kind've sciencing?" Third degree? You bet. Third degree from the third in line as he adjusted the goggles under the red locks of hair. "If you're gonna be stuck with me, best we get all the good parts out of the way."

"Sure, if we go by my luck standards." Senku chuckled lightly with half a shrug. Lucky wasn't it, but he was rebuilding, that was pretty lucky.

"All of them." Senku said, deadpan and serious. "All of the hard sciences at any rate. Don't ask me about sociology or psychology." He huffed lightly. Nonsense, that.

"I'm the doctor and the lead engineer, among other things. I have a lot of jobs." Hence why his husband might think he needed a rest.

"You're alive, aren't you?" That question was always a loaded one, especially considering there were people here that thought they were dead. Or actually were and... Too much even for Matt's mind to bother with for a casual conversation.

All the sciences? Hm. Not impossible, his hobbies also included 'yes'. So it made sense someone else might have the hobby of 'yes'. "I've got those covered- but alright, Jack of all trades and master of them, too. Chemical compound of Sulfur Dioxide and its molar mass."

"Very much so." Senku hummed a little bit. Far too alive if anyone asked him, but that was neither here nor there. He had no interest in exiting the world quite yet.

"SO2, which is an insultingly simple question, and it's molar mass 64.066." Senku recited from memory.

"Considering I've made a wide variety of things from scratch, that's a rather childish question. Although when it comes to chemistry, medication is the most challenging thing I've made, starting with sulfanilamide. I have more drugs I need to make but so little time. Anaesthetic would be nice."

[ ooc: as always, if you want a specific starter, just let me know! ]

Within the first day, Lucifer has traded his dark Italian wool for a much lighter linen in keeping with the general beachy climate of the place. He can be spotted casually strolling the boardwalk in said linen, browsing the stalls for souvenirs.

In the evening, he'll be back to his darker colors in the hotel casino, losing far more money than he wins, but he's so pleasant and charming about the whole thing that it hardly matters. It's Navi's money, anyway, right? He prefers blackjack to poker, by the way. He's learned his lesson about bluffing.

"Have you been to the spa?" he may ask conversationally between drinks. "I've ordered the deluxe package for my girlfriend, I'm hoping it suits her."

And, of course, at some point he will be trading the linen and the wool for... his birthday suit, at the nude beach. There's nothing quite like lounging in the sun, gaining even more freckles as he soaks in the rays and whatever approving attention from others wandering about.

"I know, I am very impressive, sculpted by the hand of God, yadda yadda. You're welcome," he says easily to anyone who stops by for a good look.

Edited 2021-08-14 22:45 (UTC)

Lucifer doesn't have any piercings - his skin is unmarred by anything of the sort (it would literally be impossible for him, unless someone wanted to pierce him with a demon-forged needle).

But despite the fact that he doesn't have a stitch of clothing on, he does still have his ring. And it is very shiny - eye-catching in the sunlight, the thick silver band on the middle finger of his right hand glinting, and the pitch-black stone seeming to absorb just as much.

"I'm afraid you won't be adding my ring to your little collection," he says casually, cracking an eye open to meet the stranger's gaze. He is not put off in the slightest by the weird face-stitches or the mask or whatever other weirdness he's got going on. "It's got sentimental value," he continues explaining, and then smiles, more teeth than anything else.

Even though Alex has effectively lived near the Pacific ocean all her life, the water there is definitely too cold for any recreational use other than freezing one's ass off. Here, though Alex is definitely headed for the beach, but mostly just of the normal kind. Considering how pale she is, Alex doesn't want to risk exposing that much skin to the sun's rays. All of that, however doesn't stop her from choosing a vintage style bikini, though she does at least have the sense to add a floppy sunhat and shades along with a truly massive amount of sunscreen. She can be found sitting on the beach under an umbrella with a drink in her hand or frolicking in the waves.

Another day, Alex can be found at the hot springs because all of their benefits just sound entirely heavenly. This time however, Alex goes at night so there's less of a chance of sunburn. She's wearing another bikini but she's definitely more content just sitting in the springs and attempting (badly) to float in them. More than once Alex ends up bobbing under the water and coming up with a sputtered laugh, and a face full of dark soaking wet hair. Clearly she's not bothered by it, and is definitely chatty with anyone around.

Of course one can't live in the water constantly, so Alex can be found at the hotel or the casino she's not great at gambling because her face is so expressive, but she does try her luck at blackjack or roulette, things that don't rely on guile. Either way, Alex is mostly dressed up for the casino, or fancy dinners, but she also can be found in her normal jeans and button downs, even if they're short-sleeved this time.

Richard is wearing a swimsuit that seems out of character - and that's in contrast to the fact that he's pale. Still he's relatively healthy, muscled and wandering around projecting a bold air before someone comes up for air. He's down, kneeling.

"Are you all-"

When Alex surfaces he blinks, startled, before he falls scrambling backward.

"Alex!-"

Edited 2021-08-16 20:04 (UTC)

Markets? Ella was a huge fan of markets. She definitely was heading around them, the reusable bag that she carried in one hand already bulging with things that she'd picked up. After all, it was super easy for Ella to almost triple what Navi had given them for the trip considering how good she was at card counting. The key thing she learned is to not do any one place for more than twenty minutes. Back home, she may be banned for card counting, but this isn't back home at all.

Moving through the market, Ella feels the safety of Murmur's mind being yanked away from her own, and she lets out a little whine while the glyph on her hand begins to flash. The tugging sensation to find her new partner isn't something that Ella particularly likes, but it's standard procedure for being aboard Navi and she knows it.

Looking through the crowd in front of her, Ella lets her hand pull her along like a particularly eager puppy. Due to her short stature, she doesn't see him before they're close enough for their glyphs to sync up and go from flashing to glowing blue. When she sees him she gives him a smile, closing her eyes to adjust to their new connection. "Hey Shoto."

A nude beach? Don't mind if she does. As a disaster bisexual the chance to look at a fair amount of fantastic bodies (mostly in the art sense, honestly. She is after all currently in a relationship that Jules cares a lot about.) is a thing that Julia is definitely going to do. She's equally naked as Lucifer, at least mostly. Unlike him who wants to add freckles, Julia's pale skin means that being there without sunblock is basically asking for a burn and that is definitely not something that she wants to deal with.

An additional extra that she has, is that she's wearing a pair of bad ass mirrored sunglasses. It's something that she pushes up into her mass of blond, the beach and the humidity forcing waves into it. "You know," Julia's hand rests on her hip, which is cocked to one side before she continues. "That line kinda could be said about anyone right? Considering God made humans." At least in Lucifer's universe--in her own Julia knows that the 'gods' of it are definitely not that one.

From one disaster bisexual to another: respect. As usual when he spots Julia, his face lights up with a smile. She's one of the most fun people he's met on Navi, so he's always pleased to chat!

He's got no sunglasses, though he does still have his ring on - he pretty much never takes it off, sentimental value maybe. Anyway, his eyes are clearly visible, and only stray below her chin once, for a quick glance-over.

"He designed humans, He didn't individually create every single individual," he points out, waving her over to sit next to him if she wants. "My siblings and I were hand-crafted, so to speak."

The market had been a fun place, regardless that he had gone there with the intent to try to replace the lost produce that he had recklessly been the cause of said loss for. There were a few things in a smaller bag on his arm, mostly and specifically nothing for himself just some things for people back home. If they were world hopping, who knew when they would get to his and he could go home? No one, that was who.

A startling feel of the new link and a glance down gave him a moment to collect his thoughts and turn his eyes upward as the flashing got more intense. He hadn't really gotten used to any of the partners he had, in fact, for the most part he had avoided the pull. The irony of her being the one to be his partner, though, that wasn't lost on him and he was pretty sure Navi was playing a horrible trick on him.

Smiling at him was the last thing he thought she would do, but he's glad somewhere under his usual mask of stoicness. "Ella, correct?" Just so he knew he remembered correctly. He wasn't exactly in his right mind when he met anyone back then.

Someday perhaps, Julia will ask about the ring, but for now it's just another part of him, and she accepts that. But she does laugh softly at his response. "I'm sure somewhere, some old terrible Baptist lady died of shock, like the wings of a butterfly in New York sets off a typhon in Europe or something." There's a reason that Julia isn't discounting faith in general. Well, two reasons honestly. The first one is that Jules is quite fond of the food that Ella cooks and she doesn't want to do something to cause that to change and two: Julia has bad blood with people like that. Getting almost killed by them leaves an impression.

"You know," Julia's eyes roll down his body in an appraising way but not a sexy one. No, this is her artist's eye with a little bit of vacancy within it or at least a distance. "You should let me paint you when we get back to the ship. Provided it's alright with your Detective first, of course."

"Yeah, that's me!" Ella is clearly a little bit surprised that he remembers her given how bad he was when things were going on. While she was protected from what had happened, she'd had her fair share of mental health issues (that happens when your imaginary ghost friend turns out to be the freaking angel of death.) so she gets how the coming out of everything can be super duper bad. Honestly, Ella wouldn't wish that on anyone, but she doesn't mention it now.

In her head, it's clear that she doesn't blame him for what happened--it wasn't his fault and Ella could see how bad it bad it had been in the way that he'd reacted to her. That stuff is super terrifying, and she knows it. "I'm glad that we get to meet properly, partner." Ella is about to go in for a hug, and then she remembers that he'd not wanted her to then and she doesn't think he wants one now. But that's something that can come later.

It always comes later, just ask Lucifer or Chloe.

But focusing on other things, and she nods at his bag. "Did you find anything cool? I've been looking for like weird spices or stuff to add to food. Cause you know, don't want anyone to like get sick of what I'm cooking or whatever. I mean like the state of the kitchen before I got there... fue un desastre caliente!" What she says: it was a hot mess. Cause it was, it seems like. At least to her.

Lucifer chuckles amiably. "Well, there's almost nothing I love more than offending my Father's most faithful." Usually. Unless they're Miss Lopez.

Her suggestion, however, only gets an even brighter smile from him - stroking his ego is certainly one way to get on his good side, and Julia has definitely done that. "Now there's a thought! What better way to prove the inaccuracy of all those depictions of me over the millennia! Of course, I'd give it to the Detective as a gift..." Oh yes, he is delighted at the thought.

Well, at least he had the right person and remembered, it really had been a dark time. One that if he felt he had to defend himself rather than others, certainly weighed on him. It wasn't something he felt like he would want to do again. Shoto was just happy he got the opportunity to apologize and had opened his mouth to say as much, she was asking about the items and his eyes trekked down to the small bag on his arm.

The apology was important, to him at least. "Before I answer, I want to apologize. You really were in a lot of danger and I'm the one that put you in that situation." With that out of the way, however, he did as he said he would, "I don't know much about cooking so I hadn't looked for spices. Just things my friends may like when I get home, or when we end up at my home. I'm sure your cooking is fine."

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event } holiday, far away, let's go today

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Hot Springs

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