( june intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: June 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Collectives ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the vacation spot of the Collective.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

r & r "Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us." The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. Having left Amissis-Re behind, tensions among crew members have continued to escalate into ship-wide consequences, and recognizing the need for some separation among those aboard the Moira, the Captains make the unanimous decision to deviate from their present course to a "nearby" planet that is notable for such popular distractions. While it is not a permanent solution, measures are being taken to monitor the crew's morale much more closely. New arrivals will be treated as they always are; yet, now, more than ever, it is important to stress the balance of working together toward their goal of reaching their destination so that everyone will return home. WELCOME TO COLLECTIVES ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5 The Collective is a paradise resort located far from any other neighboring planets to offer the most leisurely experience possible to its patrons. Artificially created for multiple uses, it is divided into separate locales interconnected with a tubing transport system that is so fast and efficient that it’s like being teleported to the next area. Extensive mapping can be found at various intersecting points to offer some direction, and there are even recognizable adverts from a very familiar stop months before spread out across the Collective. Whether looking to explore or to simply shed the weight of anxiety, there are plenty of opportunities to be found within ASH3, BF3, and CLF5. All crew members are given a card from the Captains that has an unlimited amount of credits on it. Organized through trade, these allow Moirans access to any of the luxuries that the Collective has to offer aside from the purchase of items considered weapons due to the escalation of recent events. Food, clothes, trinkets, or even a full spa experience—the limits, otherwise, are endless. The Captains emphasize that this is time to relax and take a break from the grind that is living and working on a spaceship as unique as the Moira. ☄ B.E.A.C.H! THE BEST ESCAPE ANYONE CAN HAVE! For those seeking a fun time, the Collective offers a variety of activities on ASH3. There are multiple beaches to enjoy as well as beachside kiosks offering drinks, beach toys and surf equipment for those a little more sports-minded. The tide washes in beautiful shells to collect, and there are always life-guards on duty to make sure everyone stays safe while enjoying their time on the beach. ASH3 offers a safe and friendly environment with plenty of fun in the sun for everyone. There is also a boardwalk full of restaurants, bars and plenty of games and entertainment for when you want to step off the sand but don’t want to give up being out in the sun.For those who can’t or won’t bear the sun, ASH3 also offers a thriving night life on both beach and boardwalk. There are midnight boat tours to view the bioluminescent schools of fish native to the island and bonfire dance parties that go long into the mornings. On the boardwalk, all shops are open until midnight as well as many clubs and social spots where crew can mingle with other tourists in the area. So you don’t like the sand. It’s too hot, and it gets everywhere. Then hop onto one of the many transportation systems, slip into some warmer clothes, and take to the slopes. More experienced crew can immediately dive in, but those who need help can take lessons on how to ski or snowboard. There’s hot cocoa, sleds, snowball fights, and the occasional person making a snow angel (or snow person). ASH3 also has areas for rock climbing, sky diving, base jumping, bodyboarding, canoeing, hang gliding, jetskis, mountain biking, hiking, and much more. ☄ WHEN I SHOP, THE WORLD GETS BETTER Not everyone enjoys shopping, but this Collective entices even the most frugal and reluctant into spending their credits here. In fact, the Captains are encouraging this. They give the explicit “order” to buy whatever you want for yourself and your fellow crew members, but more than that, to consider making purchases to better the ship. Is there any area of the Moira that needs spruced up? Maybe some fresh paint in the mess hall,or new furniture in the decks? Maybe some fancy curtains for all those windows on the observation deck, or a few throw pillows? New pots and pans for the kitchen might be something to add to this list as well as equipment for the rec area, or whatever else you think BF3 will have to help increase comfort aboard the Moira. To enhance your shopping experience, the technology here allows you to try on clothes without lifting a hand. The food here is an unlimited spread of gourmet dining to comfort food and every dessert you can think of. When you’re finished with your purchases, have all your packages and larger items delivered back to the ship for you. ☄ TREAT YO SELF The accommodations on the Collective of CLF5 are as unique as they come. Lodging is available for those who want to sleep in an environment that’s underwater or perhaps those who desire something as simple as a soft bed. No matter what kind of room you want to purchase for the night, it’ll be available here, and the only true limit is the imagination. When you aren’t relaxing in a hotel room, you’ll find that there are numerous spas and hair salons that offer varied services. Gold face masks rejuvenate your skin, the Ever Young™ Spa can make you look ten years younger with one treatment, and the mud baths are known across the universes for making you feel youthful and refreshed. If you’re looking for a new hairstyle or to relax, this Collective is the place for you to spend those hard-earned credits. ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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Alphys | Undertale | OTA

[ex_discomfort99]

[beach.]

The sun is shining, the ocean waves are crashing gently on the sand, and a whole host of celestial creatures litter the beach, enjoying the weather and the sights. Using her well of cash, she purchased everything a girl could need for a nice beach day - chair, umbrella, cooler, towel, sunscreen, plastic pail and shovel, bathing suit, and a cute flower-print swimdress to wear over it.

But one of these things is not like the others. In Alphys' lap is a laptop. And connected to that laptop is a mouse, which she pushes around on a lap desk. And a set of speakers. And a webcam.

She looks totally engrossed in whatever she's gazing at on the screen. With a smile slowly creeping onto her face, she attempts to retrieve something from her cooler, having to lean over and stretch to do so. Suddenly one of the speakers tumbles into the sand - which makes the lap desk heavy on the other end and causes it to flip wildly and crash into the sand as well.

Shrieking, she jumps up and tries to retrieve the electronics from a gritty, crunchy, slightly wet fate, but her legs are tied up in cords from the speakers.

Sure enough, she wriggles too much, tips to the side, and falls flat on her face into the sand. Welp.

[wine & dine.]

Alphys is used to a steady diet of zero-calorie soft drinks, instant noodles and seaweed ice cream. And she's never really yearned for much more than that, either. But how could she pass up the opportunity to try the best of human food? Just a few days ago, when she was in her lab and pondering her similarity to a trash can, she would have never imagined ever having the chance to eat any.

During a break from the intense sunlight, she wanders up to the bar at some kind of kitschy tiki lounge and, with some physical exertion, manages to get herself up onto a bar stool. She taps on the bar idly as she waits for the bartender to notice her, and once he does, she declares: "I'll have one of everything."

Grinning haughtily at the bartender's raised eyebrow, she slaps her limitless card of credits onto the wood. This seems to be a sufficient explanation. As the bartender wanders off to put in her atrocious order, Alphys folds her hands on the bar with deep satisfaction and glances at her neighbor idly.

Oh. Did they hear all that? Her smug smile fades into something mildly panicked. Her eyes dart over them, searching for any disapproval, until she sees the gadget on their wrist. Ah, good - something to quickly latch onto and change the subject.

"Ah! Y-You're from the Moira!" she declares. "You must be if you've gone one of those, right?"

[boardwalk.]

The sun is gone, and now the sky is filled with a dazzling collection of stars. The shops and restaurants along the boardwalk are still teeming with people, but at the very end, near the corner, Alphys has her arms folded on the rail and her head resting in them lazily. Beside her is a plethora of shopping bags, practically piled into a heap, but next to her hunched-over position, they almost look forgotten.

Below her, the surface of the water is barely illuminated by the fluorescent bulbs decorating the boardwalk. But beyond that, the water is black and impenetrable, and seems to stretch forever. It melds into the blackness of the sky, and only the gradual invasion of stars signals the horizon.

Beach

[vaccinations]

[So Ellie is watching for Alphys for two reasons. 1. She's pretty fucking sure that's a dinosaur. 2. She's pretty sure that dinosaur is using a computer and the one thing she knows about computers is that they can play games.

Oh, except it looks like the dinosaur needs help. Ellie to the rescue! Plus it's a good excuse to start a conversation. She walks over and squats down next to Alphys.]

Hey. D'you need help?

wine & dine

[prayed]

[Kyoko has her elbow propped on the table, chin leaning into her palm. Her free hand comes up to cover her mouth, partially stifling a yawn, thoughts drifting to all the options for rest that the place provided. Those hotels seemed pretty nice, even by her standards.

Those thoughts are only partially interrupted by the sudden address. Kyoko flicks her eyes to the side before returning her gaze forward, her neck and head twitching in what might be an effort at a nod. Her voice is low and has a dreamy quality to it, as though she were already dozing]

Hmm... Yeah, I guess so--ah, wait, hold that thought. Oi! You!

[Her shoulders hunch as she taps on the counter, seeming to remember something important. Once the bartender seems to have returned his attention to the pair of them, she jabs her thumb in Alphys' direction.]

I'll have the same thing as her. Just make sure there's nothing too spicy. I hate spicy things, y'know.

[Finally, seeming to have been woken up a little by the promise of food, she turns her head just slightly to look at the monster. For better or worse, she seems to have little interest in what she just ordered.]

Kay, so, what were you saying?

Zam Wesell | Star Wars | OTA

[backsassin]

i. beach, please
[It’s several days before Zam feels well enough to leave the ship. Going the better part of a week without sleep means he’s spent most of his time trying to catch up and being unconscious also comes with the bonus of not having to think about any of the previous week’s events. By the time he sets foot on planet, he feels slightly better than death, which is a marked improvement from before. He still doesn’t know what caused his hallucinations, if they were indeed hallucinations. He still has no explanation for the bruises on his neck. But there haven’t been any more incidents, they’re on a resort planet, and Zam can think of no better place to aggressively try and forget his woes.

Starting modestly, of course. He still doesn’t have the energy for any of the more active pursuits offered by the planet, but fortunately, there is a beach, beaches have sunlight, and sunlight is good for lazing around in. People will be able to find him on a beach chair on the sand, wearing a tank top and swim shorts he got with his rank rewards. There’s an unclaimed chair next to him if anyone else is interested taking in the sun as well.]

ii. a weapon of massive consumption
[Eventually, Zam feels well enough to try something a little more active: namely, deciding to see if that card from the captains really does carry unlimited credits. He’s rather disappointed to find that there’s a planetary embargo on weapon sales, but he quickly finds other commodities to occupy his attention and his spending. Currently, you can find him at one of the planet’s many department stores, messing with the holographic clothing display. However, you’ll notice that it’s not just his clothes that are changing in the reflection. Every once and awhile, his face will change as well, to that of a vaguely related-looking woman. He clearly doesn’t see anything strange about this and will ignore stares from most passersby. If that staring passerby happens to be wearing a MID, however...]

It’s nice, isn’t it? [He’ll turn to meet your stare head-on, a wry smile on his face (either of them). And then:] Do you normally watch people while they’re changing?

ii

[chain_dash]

[ Drifter continues to stare unabashedly, his repsponse projected by his Companion Sprite. ]

「 Perhaps if people changing shape were normal I would not. 」

[ The fact that Zam is an unfamiliar species just makes him more curious. ]

Jay Zimin | OC | OTA and CLOSED

[amourtician]

[ Jay is, frankly, having a ball. He's dressed to the nines, he's got unlimited credit and the sun is shining. What more could he want? He sets out for the Collective in the highest of spirits, locking away thoughts of his sister and Lev and all the things that are gone in a dark cupboard in the dusty recesses of his mind. ]

I. the calm before the storm.

[ Jay is sitting on a bench in the middle of an open-air mall, mouth agape, sunglasses perched halfway down his nose, having slid off. He's rather in shock. He has never seen so many shops in one place. So many upscale shops, to boot! And so many people, so many rich people, spending money. He's astounded.

Seeing a familiar face from the Moira pass, he gestures to them, then sweeps his arms around, to indicate all the capitalist abundance around him. ]

Are you seeing this, darling? This is ... this is incredible!

II. up in smoke.

[ It's the evening, sunset. Jay's lounging in a beach chair in the outside area of a hookah bar, waiting for his order to be brought to him. He's surrounded by shopping bags. Almost too many bags for one man to carry, to be frank.

His gaze is far away, concentrated on the stars. But when he spots a fellow crew member, he's not unlikely to wave them over. ]

Come, darling! Sit down with me. Smoke a little. I ordered rose-flavoured tobacco. You really won't regret it.

III. the pick of the flock.] [ Locked to Kaworu ]

[ The pet store isn't at a mall; it's nestled between a pub and an upmarket beauty salon. Even walking past the open door, one can hear a veritable cacophony of bird calls issue from within. A cheery sign over the door proclaims the place to be called "Feathered Friends" in the local language. Inside, past a mesh barrier with a locked door, the store sells exotic pet birds, from the humble budgie to toucans and macaws.

Jay wanders in out of the sun, but is soon mesmerised. Before long, he's chatting to the lady working on the floor and cooing at the birds sitting patiently on their display stands or playing on the carefully assembled bird-sizes play gyms.

He spots Kaworu hovering outside the store, looking uncertain and kind of lost. Recognising him as someone else from the Moira, Jay waves to him and calls out. ]

Oh, darling! Do come in! Spend some time with the birdies!

IV. avian research. [ Locked to Ginko ]

[ Back on the Moira, Jay leaves his new bird -- still in its travel cage and covered up so it can get some peace -- in his quarters and heads for the library. Apart from the care sheet the lady working at Feathered Friends gave him, he has no idea what to do with birds. But surely the Moira's library will give him a clue?

He sits down on his bed and considers this. Two hours later, he wakes up, apparently having fallen asleep. Cursing, he gets up and uncovers the bird's travel cage, to check up on his new pet.

The bird is doing just fine. It opens one beady eye at him and squawks. Jay's heart melts. He decides he can't bear to leave the creature sitting in his quarters, all alone. He rummages in his shopping bags for the flight-suit he purchased at Feathered Friends and spends some time putting it on the bird. He doesn't get bitten, though the bird does make a few indignant squawks. Overall, he considers the operation a success.

He secures his end of the leash around his wrist, looping it a couple of times to make sure there's no danger of it just slipping off and pats his shoulder. ]

Come on, little bird, up!

[ The bird looks at him, quizzically, crest flared. Then it flattens its crest a little and jumps up onto his shoulder, where it puffs up. Jay beams and sets off for the library.

At the library counter, he rings the bell to get someone's attention, then stands back from the desk and strokes the bird's beak while he waits, talking to it softly. And so Ginko would find him. ]

V. wildcard!

[ See nothing that catches your eye? Feel free to post a starter of your own or contact me at tintamarre and we can figure out a scenario! ]

Saitama is great for holding bags

[averagehero]

[Handed an unlimited credit card, Saitama has the opposite reaction as most people. Grabbing some things for himself sounded good, especially if he was going to be cooped up on a ship for the forseeable future, but going hogwild? Not his style. Credit was tricky, after all, credit meant debt later. Saitama was ever the penny pincher. Seeing the upscale shops, he's about to turn away when he's quite suddenly snatched up, pulled aside, and called darling. "Amazing", huh?]

Err, what is? [he just got teleported to an alternate dimension via a gigantic spaceship, some shopping is not all that impressive to him]

Carl Grimes | The Walking Dead | OTA

[carltoaction]

I. Arrival
[One minute he was on his knees in a tight situation and the next he was not...for some reason. So Carl stood up, blinking his one eye at his surroundings: the cold walls and some other people around him just as confused as him. He ignores all these things, though, tilting his head to look to his sides for faces he actually recognizes. For his dad, his people, even his enemies just to find something that made sense.

When he sees not a one of them there, however, his lips thin tightly into a line at his displeasure and confusion. It's clearer now, after all, that he's on his own. He has to make a decision of what to do next and the only logical thing that comes to mind is to explore and look for a way out. To ignore everything and everyone else.

Unfortunately, it's not that easy, he finds. The medical exam is mandatory and he resists going with them initially. He refuses to be ushered into the medbay, tells them to leave him alone, even pushes at one them. It's only because they use a small combination of force and promise to tell him more about where he is that he stops eventually to cooperate.

Space is not exactly something he believes when they tell him, but some of the other stuff is easier to swallow. How technology can still be so advanced for a cellular bracelet, to name one thing. The rest of the truth he is sure he'll find on his own, and when they usher him out of the medbay it's exactly what he sets out to look for... even as aimless and lost as he may appear to be.

He heads down all the twists and turns down corridors and enters any room that'll allow him, going any place where there is light on the ship. Call him a little space cowboy spy.]

II. When I Shop
[If there is one thing he knows he needs having just arrived without them is a proper pair of shoes. But the thing about coming from a post-apocalyptic world were most things are pretty scarce and suddenly finding oneself standing in front of many options with unlimited purchase power, as far as Carl is concerned, is that he doesn't even know what to start.

Just peering in from the outside of the shoe shop, he can see the display with sandals and sneakers and rows of shoes beyond that with everything else. Already, he is overwhelmed just by the sight of it and he hasn't even gone in. Great, he thinks, sighing frustratedly to himself, just aloud enough to be heard by anyone passing by.]

How do I choose? [He asks himself and no one in particular. But maybe that's only because he feels it's important to choose a pair that will last the longest now that he has the choice. Or maybe he figures it's a mistake for him to even be thinking to use the free card he was given...]

III. Wildcard
[If none of those work for you, feel free to make up and tag with your own scenario! Not sure what? Plot with me at Naonith.]

Re: Carl Grimes | The Walking Dead | OTA

[that_cost]

[ Charlie's utilizing her free card just a bit at a time. Food here, an article of clothing or two there. Nothing too exciting, honestly. She got herself a new bag, too, but her aim is necessities and since her backpack was falling apart, it seemed wise.

So now, onto shoes. And probably the same amount of confusion and feeling lost as Carl, so when the kid speaks up, Charlie really can't stop herself from relating. Or replying. ]

If you figure it out, let me know. I've been staring at the boots and sneakers for about an hour and I'm pretty sure the shopkeeper is done with me being here for so long.

[ They actually aren't, but Charlie hates feeling like she shouldn't be somewhere. ]

Alan Bradley | Tron | OTA

[alan_1]

are we embezzling?
[Alan does not seem like someone who is currently carrying an infinite amount of money. Rather, he looks like someone who’s just stolen a moderate sum and is trying (and failing) not to look guilty about it as he shops. He’s in an electronics’ store now, paying entirely too much attention to the price on a futuristic, orb-shaped computer for someone who, again, has infinite money. He just isn’t sure such a thing is possible -- at least, not legally. Perhaps the cards have been altered somehow to confuse the scanners or maybe they're linked to a dummy account. At any rate, he feels like he’s conning someone just by being in on it and the resulting guilt is clear on his face.

Maybe you feel compelled to ask him what the problem is? Or maybe you’re in the same boat yourself.]

Re: Alan Bradley | Tron | OTA

[chain_dash]

[ Central Town used a bartering system, often trading gearbits for the various equipment and necessities that a drifter needed. Nothing like this, where a piece of plastic seemly had the buying power of Frog Emperor's head.

The electronic's store had caught his eye, thinking that they sold Companion Sprites had peaked his interest; but a closer look had dispelled his assumption. But his attention has been captured, so he wanders the store, peering closely at glass displays while his Sprite flits from case to case. Drifter is so engrossed in his exploring that he walks right into someone, from the Moira judging by the MID on their wrist. They look troubled for some reason, and after bowing hurriedly in apology (in which Drifter's Sprite also joins in on) he asks why. ]

「 Are you alright? 」

[ In regards to both the troubled look and his accidental knocking. ]

Ocelot | MGSV | OTA!

[yer_pretty_good]

The Beach

[Everyone enjoys a little sun now and again, even Ocelot. He's not alone, either. DD, an eager looking grey wolf-like dog with an eye-patch, is running up and down the beach after a frisbee. When Ocelot throws it, the dog goes full speed after it, kicking up some sand as he runs. He leaps into the air and catches the disc with his teeth, then lands on his feet and comes running back. The dog looks like he could play the game all day. Ocelot doesn't mind it, either. It's a relaxing way to spend the day.]

Good boy, DD.

[He takes the frisbee and readies it for the next throw. When he tosses it though, he sees as someone walks in the path of the flying projectile.]

Hey, heads up!

[You can duck, right?]

Treat Yo Self

[Ocelot isn't the type to indulge in finery, but he was curious about all the advertised spa treatments. So yes, he decided to try it out and see this "magical" rejuvinating result.

He can be seen walking out of the spa and pauses in front of a wall mirror where he looks at himself.]

I'll be damned.

[He turns his face left and right, and sure enough, just as advertised, he looks ten years younger. A man 30 yrs instead of 40. He could almost swear he sees a bit of blonde creeping back into his silver hair, but maybe that's just the light.]

Take their advertising seriously. [He calls over his shoulder when he hears someone walking by.] They really will turn back the clock for you.

[warandpeace]

☄The Beach
[Luckily for Miller, he does duck at the warning (still wearing his shameful attire but with his actual clothes bunched under his arm). Mama, though, Mama goes for it. With her puppies following like little ducklings. And like a true, obnoxious mother she gets in DDs way, standing with her chest out and ears up and tail high, right in his path, while one of her brood can grab the frisbee and generally fail to run with it because it's almost as big as it is.]

[Miller turns to go get the disk.] Mama, no. That's not yours. [He's scolding, but she has no intention to get out of the way and he has to go retrieve the toy from a little mouth who seems more interested in a tug fight than a game of fetch.]

[At least for the moment, Kaz seems to be feeling better. Certainly less spastic than he was when last seen.]

Rodimus | Transformers IDW | ota

[heroicpose]

Hey kids you want some weed

Everything is terrible, but it didn't mean that they couldn't enjoy a little R&R when the opportunity arises. Rodimus is always an advocate of taking a little rest when morale is low-- it's a move he pulled himself when he had the Lost Light stop at Hedonia. At the very least, this time, not being captain of the ship meant that he could cut loose a bit himself.

That meant getting high.

Rodimus leans back into an overly large sofa, his spoiler occasionally getting caught on the fabric, but honestly, he didn't really care too much. He wasn't going anywhere soon. As he takes another hit from the pipe, purple smoke filters out of his vents a moment later and he groans, his head swimming a little.

He hasn't been this relaxed in ages. He could practically melt into this sofa. He felt like melting. First though, he sends a few smoke selfies to others as an invite.

EVERYBODY DANCE NOW

The last dance that Rodimus had been to was Thunderclash's pre-funeral. They had less reasons to celebrate (mourn?), but dancing was always a pleasure, so when the sun start setting and the bonfire dance parties start, he's there with his hands in the air and moving to the drumming of music.

It's not like cybertronian music at all, but it doesn't sound bad. The beat is easy to move to, and since he can be decadent, engex helps loosen the limbs and get into the rhythm. Finding a dance partner though-- that was the next step. He didn't have Magnus around to dance with, after all.

Beach party

Cybertronians really weren't built for the beach, but the captains had been nice enough to give them things for it, so Rodimus sits in the sun with a huge lei around his neck. The amount of flowers needed to make it was probably ridiculous, but hey, het looks good.

To human touch, he was probably scorching, but the heat doesn't really bother him.

Wildcard

[ Open to other stuff. If you want to plot something, hit me up at machinisms ]

Let's do the weed

[daintylegs]

"I've never done this before."

Tailgate frets, sitting on the sofa beside him and watching him robot vape with fascination. The moment Rodimus sent him an invite, he had jumped at the chance and scuttled here as fast as he could. Rodimus was Cool, after all, and Tailgate was determined to be Cool too.

"It won't taste bad will it? What if I choke? Should we get Ratchet or...?"

Charles Xavier | OTA

[notthemaniwas]

[ARRIVAL]

[One moment, he's on a crashing plane with an old friend responsible for it and the next he's trying to catching his breath from the plane and trying to straighten his vision from his sudden teleportation. He hasn't got a clue on how to handle it at the moment so he searches for something sturdy to lean on. Crashing planes, suddenly transporting elsewhere and signing a contract- it makes him want to drink but that likely isn't an option.

Neither is it the healthiest of coping mechanisms. Not that it's stopped him over the past few years. He at least has enough of his mind in the right place that she doesn't miss most of the explanation or getting what he needs.]

[BEACH]

[What's that? He's supposed to be enjoying the sunshine and swimming and vacation?

So sorry to disappoint but Charles has actually managed to find a couple nice books, an umbrella to sit under, and a glass of whiskey. If everyone was meant to relax, and he has to admit that it was a decent way to start off after being dragged to space, he was going to relax the way he was most comfortable with.]

[SHOPPING]

[It was probably not wise to trust Charles with unlimited credit. And yet here he is, without Hank or anyone that might have a chance to control him here.

The man at least has the sense to buy himself plenty of clothes and shoes, things that are comfortable and close enough to the style he's accustomed to so he'll only have to wear the uniforms he had been given when necessary. After that though, he... discovered exotic alcohol.

Oops.]

[ooc: if you'd like something specific with Charles, feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk and we'll figure something out.]

Beach (no relaxation for you Charles)

[takeitslow]

[He's ran into people who look like people he's known before; it's a weird experience but one he's growing used to. So when he first catches sight of Charles, his first thought is of Church and he's tempted to start blasting the music from his player just to get into another rock band argument. But there are little things tipping Peter off that it's not someone he can get away with teasing about musical taste and instead someone he just wants to fight with. The haggard look, the book, the ridiculously 70s gear. And it drains all the joy from Peter and fills him instead with the same anger -and guilt- that he's had since he saw the broadcast.

He doesn't bother to check if he's right first. Peter's standing in front of Charles in a blink, arms crossed and expression livid.]

Did you know what he was before you had me break him out?

[Maybe having this out in public wasn't a smart idea, maybe not checking if the man in front of him was truly the same as the one who'd pulled him into a prison break was idiotic. But Peter's had his fair share of stupid plans since arrival, and there was no reason to wise up now.]

Kyoko Sakura | OTA

[prayed]

ASH3 » ARCADE
[It's been a long time since she's actually gotten to play at an arcade. It was one of the few things that she found herself missing from her old life. She's already collected a few prizes, but those accomplishments are forgotten upon finding the dance machine hidden in one area. It's no different than the DDR machines back home, albeit there aren't any songs that she recognizes.

But rhythm games had always been easy. It's no different than the song and dance that she performs every day with witches, and there's only a single mediocre performance before she finds herself greeted by a string of perfects that continue throughout every song she chooses.

It's only once it's started to grow boring that Kyoko will opt to notice anyone bystanders and passerbyers, craning her head back as she peeks over her shoulder.]

Hmm? You waiting for a turn? Or maybe you wanna go double?

[She gestures vaguely to the pad next to her. The machine does support co-op...]

BF3 » SHOPPING DISTRICT
[There was something pretty shady about the captains being able to score unlimited money for this joint. Either they had a deal, or they were making it up as they went along, but then either option suits Kyoko just fine. After all, she already has her orders and is happily scouting out every store that she passes by.

In fact, there's already a bag in her hand--full of the sort of cheap snacks that one would find in a convenient score--and she's happily working through a package of dorayaki.]

Hmm... Well, if they want me to get everything I want, then I guess I'll have to!

[The words are said in the sing song tone of a person mocking resignation to their job.]

BF3 » CLOTHES SHOPPING
[Kyoko's already picked up a few outfits, one of which she changed into already, but boredom and interest alike compelled her to come back. The machine takes all the stress out of changing and she's made full use of it, flipping from outfits that seem to match her aesthetics to frillier designs. The more feminine the outfit, the more she feels an embarrassed pleasure upon seeing the preview.

It's the first time she's gone clothes shopping in years, and one of the few where she'd gone by herself. She moved around way too often to have any kind of proper wardrobe. It's more exciting than she thought it might be.

She gestures to the nearest person, calling them over as she flicks back and forth between a few. For once, there's none of the usual bristle and irritation in her voice.]

Oi. Which one d'ya think I should get? ... Wait, never mind. Actually, I'm just going to get all of them!

[She seems very proud of this decision.]

BF3 » DESSERT
[Those who know her certainly wouldn't be surprised to see Kyoko spending most at her time at the various food attractions. Right now, she's settled on sitting on a table with every dessert that she could find listed, plus a few variations. Several of them have pieces missing, or have been added to the growing stack of plates beside her.

Directly in front of her are the most important desserts. There's a chocolate pinata to one side with several small parfait glasses of varying flavors in front of it, all but one having a few bites taken out of them already. Immediately in front of her is another parfait, this one the size of her torso and then some. The first tier has already been taken off of it, and she seems intent on getting through the rest as quickly as possible.

Still, she pauses her gluttony for a moment to consider. The spoon is shifted to one cheek as she cocks her head.]

Hmm... This is no good, y'know...

[The spoon is removed from Kyoko's mouth before being immediately swung down, pointing in the direction of the parfait. Her expression is grim.]

I'm gonna need at least three more of these.

WILDCARD
[Choose your own adventure, or hit me up at soulgems and we can work something out!]

dessert

[kidjoy]

Shouldn't ya finish what ya got before gettin' more?

[It's not like the girl hasn't been stuffing her face either, evident in the smudges of icing around her cheeks. But she's eyeing the amount of food with a sickened expression, same as she has every time she's seen someone walk through with a plate piled high. She expects this girl to be the same as everyone else here, trying everything and leaving enough to the trash to feed a crew for a week.]

Anon | Tron | ota

[overrecognized]

ski trip
[Anon really wasn't quite sure what to make of this new, apparently temporary, system. But in amongst all the strange sights were the semi-familiar forms of mountains. If nothing else, climbing up there would give him a chance to look at the overall design of the place.

A helpful local had told him the best way to the top of the mountain was to take a path called a "ski lift". The chairs for the lift look uncomfortably similar to the dangerous cargo conveyors on the Grid, and Anon makes sure not to touch them just in case. The supports, on the other hand, are the familiar combination of high up and nigh-inaccessible. Anon is walking along the cable between two supports when a noise from below startles him. He turns, overbalances reaching behind himself, and falls...

right into a pile of snow. He'd been worried about the height, but he'd never expected that the ground would squish and deform like that to absorb the impact. Was it still unstable? Anon tries to pull himself up, but the ground collapses under him again.

He's just gonna lie there for a bit, circuits lighting the snow from within as he tries to figure out how to escape.]

[prayed]

[Kyoko doesn't like snow much better than any other kind of water. It's cold, it's damp, and snow always manages to find it's way into and under every single piece of clothing. If it weren't for the desire to make use of every last cent that she'd been given (and in turn, explore every avenue of spending money,) she wouldn't even be here.

After awhile, she sees something interesting in the snow. There's some sort of lights in it. Kyoko approaches with caution. Finding nothing of interest except something--probably some piece of machinery--squirming beneath it, she makes an attempt to step over it. Her foot falls a little short, and it'd be more accurate to say that she steps on the squirming pile of lights and equipment before promptly losing her balance.

She fumbles and waves her arms in an attempt to restore balance, but it's not long before she's joined Anon in the snow around him. She screeches, flips herself over, and sits up in the snow. The trapped thing is suddenly a lot more interesting to her. And suddenly a lot more of a person.]

Oi! What the Hell are you doing!?

(ooc: i wasn't 100% sure on this and pretty much just did it bc it seemed like it'd be funny, so please let me know if you'd like anything changed!!)

miles vorkosigan | the vorkosigan saga | ota

[forwardmomentum]

a.
[ considering how much time he spends on ships even back home, miles could definitely use some sun. of course, his self-consciousness about his oddly-shaped body means he's wearing a t-shirt in addition to his brown-and-silver swim trunks, in the hopes it'll make his crooked spine and slightly hunched shoulders a little less obvious -- and protect his skin from the sun. his meager height of 4'9 and leg braces are still quite obvious, though.

he can be found taking a swim -- having grown up at a lakeside summer home, he's quite the swimmer -- or having a drink at the boardwalk bar. he's also taken this opportunity to give his horse fat ninny a bit of time off the ship, much to both their relief. fat ninny is the chillest dressage horse you've ever met, and he seems to make miles considerably calmer, too, whether he's riding his horse along the shoreline or just walking him at a comfortably slow trot, enjoying the ocean breeze. miles is happy to let passing children take a short ride on his incredibly docile horse, unable to contain a grin of delight. ]

b.
[ miles is doing some shopping in the commercial areas, but mostly for ship supplies. the welfare of the ship is one of his chief concerns, so he's been ordering things for repairs or to make things more comfortable -- a few new sets of glasses to replace broken ones for the bars, a couple of datapads to streamline work in the personnel office...

he does make a few personal purchases, though -- clothes, mostly, because it's hard enough to come by clothes that fit his ill-shaped and oddly-proportioned body. he always needs them specially tailored, but the computerized system here makes things unusually easy for him. miles tends to live in uniforms, but he's not going to pass up the opportunity for a few new civilian outfits. ]

a

[bosswald]

[Clara's out in the water when she catches sight of a man on horseback up on the shore. There's children surrounding him and she watches him give a few rides, smiling at the sight of how happy the kids are and how kind he is for doing it. Eventually though, the crowds of kids thin out, and Clara makes her way on over toward him in her red bikini and sunhat. The hat is abandoned on the sand with the rest of her things, and she plods her way over to approach the horse.]

Hello there.

[She smiles up at the owner of said horse, and extends her hand so the animal can sniff at her if it so wants.]

Are you still giving out rides?

[The phrasing of the question is awkward and embarrassing, but she doesn't pay it any attention as she looks up to him.]

Odd Thomas | open

[oddie]

a; Arrival

[There were two things that were perfectly clear. First, this was not Las Vegas. Second, his life had just become a thousand times more complicated. Neither of those made him very happy, but the funny part is that he's kind of used to it. A space ship, of all the crazy twists, was the very last thing he'd imagined happening to him. It was weird, but not the weirdest, so he'd manage.

Signing the contract was necessary, but it just meant he'd have to simplify in other ways. Get demoted. Keep his rank as low as possible. No insurance, no cars, no pets. No stress. Just the way he liked it.

Most of that takes time and Odd's got bigger fish to fry right now. His room and the kitchen. Both were calling his name, demanding that go and carve out a small space for himself there. Odd heads to his room first, stepping inside with his uniforms in one hand, the other lifted to salute.]

Name's Odd Thomas. Where do you want me?

[After that, he heads to the kitchen, keeping the greeting the same.]

b; Breakfast at dinner time

[Odd didn't have any use for the cards the captains were handing out. He hasn't been here long enough to know what the ship needs and he didn't need all those frivolous things for himself. Material possessions were nice, but it meant extra stuff to carry around and Odd didn't plan to stay here forever.

All that aside, what he could do was eat and if the captains wanted to pay for him to try all the restaurants here, then that was just fine with him.

This place isn't quite like the diner he's used to, but it's pretty close. He settles on a booth at the counter, flipping through the menu. It's all well and good until it isn't and he's got a major problem. Odd glances at the person to his left.]

Pancakes or waffles?

c; Wildcard

[ooc: He's available anywhere on the ship, feel free to bump into him.]

B!

[kidjoy]

[She's struggling to read her own menu; her little education didn't tell her anything about how eggs could be cooked or what a parm was. She slowly peeks over the menu when Odd speaks, frowning in that serious way only kids ever seemed to get away with.]

Those your names or somethin'?

milly baelheit (crau) | baten kaitos | ota

[bombsheltered]

a.
[ beach episode? BEACH EPISODE.

milly's a california girl, and she is all about this beach. dressed in her cutest beach gear, she can be found lounging in the sun or just walking the shoreline. half of her skin is synthetic to cover up the cybernetics where her own skin no longer grows, but it's convincing enough that you can hardly tell the difference or see the seams unless you're looking for them, although her synthetic skin doesn't lightly freckle under the sun like the rest of her.

milly's only wading about ankle deep into the waves, mostly opting to fly over the ocean instead and soak up those cool sea breezes. she can also be found playing beach volleyball with great enthusiasm -- the girl's got a seriously mean spike. maybe you're playing with her, or maybe you're about to be the casualty of a volleyball gone astray. ]

b.
[ if you ask milly, shopping falls in line with breathing and eating and refueling in terms of priority, and she couldn't be more thrilled with unlimited credit. ahh, just like home.

she's sporting a cute new sundress from one of the boutiques, but she's definitely going back for more. you can find her poking around the shops, hunting down cute new sunglasses or ogling some pretty turquoise jewelry.

she'll also be hitting up those spas, thanks, but steering clear of the hot baths and steam rooms for now. she's most interested in those pretty facials or, better yet, a nice, deep massage. hopefully they've got a masseuse who can work out the kinds of muscle kinks a cyborg superhero gets. ]

c. closed to snake
[ beach volleyball is so milly's thing, and she's found a group of random folks on the beach to lay down some spikes with. she's having the time of her life, hopping around the sand in her swimsuit and occasionally cheating with flight to catch a ball, but even a superhero misses a shot sometimes. milly tries to volley the ball back to the other side but her fists connect at an odd angle, sending it flying off in the other direction...on a collision course for snake's head. milly leaps away from the volleyball net, calling out a hurried warning. ]

Hey -- heads up!!

[soldiergenes]

[ Snake has busied himself doing what he does with every new planet, and that's gathering intel. This planet seems to be little more than a resort stop-off for weary travelers, but Emiri had also looked harmless at first glance. The captains have a tendency to take them to places that end up turning on them, and so it makes sense to keep a careful eye out.

Most of the crew isn't as interested in keeping their guard up, and it's not like Snake can entirely blame them. Not all of them are soldiers.

All the same, he isn't prepared for a volleyball to come rocketing right for his head while he's minding his own business on the boardwalk near the sand. Thankfully, ingrained instincts snap into action and he's able to duck just in time to avoid getting clocked.

The ball hits the ground and goes bouncing to stop against the wall of a building. With a sigh, Snake heads over to retrieve it. ]

closed

[commontype]

[There was a lot that they could do here. Nobody knew them. Eggsy could be himself without fear of the wrong person seeing and telling his step-dad, and Gregor could be himself without worrying that someone would see the Emperor with a man. But even though there's hundreds of strangers all around them, Eggsy can't quite shake the idea that he's not allowed to touch Gregor.

Someone might see. What if Gregor doesn't want him to? What if Gregor thinks that Eggsy doesn't want to be seen with him? There's a lot of questions, and he's never been a shy bloke, but Gregor makes him nervous in a way that he can't quite explain.

Now they're walking through one of the many shopping districts, pressed close because space is limited, shoulders just touching, and Eggsy's uncharacteristically quiet. He takes a slow breath, lets the back of his fingers brush against Gregor's. It's on purpose, slow and deliberate enough that Gregor can tell, and it's like a silent question.]

[lets_see_what_happens]

[Gregor, for his part, isn't used to people wanting to touch him. Not people who aren't family, at any rate, and even then it's usually only behind closed doors. It's too risky, otherwise--him showing affection makes people into targets either for accusations of favoritism or for anyone who doesn't mind hurting others to strike at Gregor. It barely occurs to him that he can just reach out and touch Eggsy, most of the time, just out of old habit.

Old bad habit, and he startles a little as he feels the deliberate brush of Eggsy's skin against his own. He looks down at Eggsy's face, his eyes narrowing in brief thought before they widen, very slightly, understanding of the reason for Eggsy's tense, awkward silence finally dawning.

He moves without hesitation, then, wrapping long, cool fingers around Eggsy's and squeezing briefly before he threads them together. Once he has a firm grip he pulls Eggsy's hand up to press his lips briefly to the back of Eggsy's palm, eyes still on his face.]

You know. [He doesn't bother to lift his mouth from Eggsy's skin as he speaks, watching him over their knuckles.] I know it's not exactly the most romantic, but you can always ask for something like this when you want it, if you're not sure if I'm interested. [He lets their hands fall to their sides again, but keeps his hold on Eggsy's.] It's not that I mind it--quite the opposite. It's just something I'm still getting used to being allowed to do.

paz ortega andrade ☮ metal gear ☮ ota

[paixatoutprix]

moira ☄ observation deck (aft)

[It's one thing to be told you're in space, and quite another to be staring out at the vastness of it yourself. Surely even Cipher would struggle to turn its all-seeing eye from the observation of a single planet to this.

Paz stands alone, momentarily delayed on her journey to make a thorough exploration of the ship by this near-incomprehensible sight. She makes a lonely figure, slight and dwarfed against the looming backdrop of galaxies, with hands pressed against the glass.]

I was hoping to be picked up by a ship, but really, this is not what I had in mind!

[The exclamation is made to herself. As distracted by the view as she is, she is uncharacteristically ignorant of anyone approaching her.]

ash3 ☄ fishing for compliments

[Assigned to the Mess Hall, and then told to go and play on the beach? How was this any different from her life at Mother Base?

While the first couple of hours of simply lazing on the sand and enjoying the sun's warmth had been fun, the voice of Strangelove had echoed in her head. Could too much sun really make her skin age faster? The thought was terrifying. Throwing her civvie jacket over her bikini, Paz had headed over to a small jetty on one of the quieter beaches.

Even if she'd been suspicious of the hustle and bustle of the attractions of the busier areas, surely there was no way she could be spied on out here? She now sits at the end of the jetty, rain boots dangling over the water, using her only purchases from the Collective so far - a fishing rod, and a bucket of shrimp.]

Disgusting.

[She isn't enjoying hooking each shrimp onto the end of her line, but she's managing even while muttering to herself. She's even caught a few fish, although they're small fry, and they're lined up alongside her. Kicking her legs, she looks bored despite her (limited) success.]

I guess it was more fun doing this with the others...

[Finding herself wishing Chico was here, she scowls, and casts her line ferociously into the sea. The look of intense concentration on her face suggests she could be snuck up on, but is that really the case? Who knows, you might catch her in the middle of struggling to land a big one!]

[divagated]

[Ahsoka had already made a full sweep of the ship, including her assigned room (and claimed a bed), when she circled around and came back to the observation deck. She had already been here, but she couldn't deny it-- the view was incredible. And there was a part of her that still clung to the hope that the stars would look familiar this time. They weren't, but she could hope, right?

It's while she gazing that she notices the female doing the same, seeming still distressed about the situation at hand. The young Togruta is still, most definitely, but her Master and more from her galaxy were here. That made it at least a tad better.]

Honestly? I don't think this is what any of us had in mind.

J | All about J | OTA

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[ MOIRA & BAR

It's J's first day of the work for over a month and from the distance she appears to be the same way as she always does: dressed to kill in her black dress and hair filled with pearl decorations, standing behind the counter with her back straight. However, as one gets closer they will quickly notice that not everything is okay with her. Instead of the usual daring confidence that she presents herself with, her stiff body language signals nervousness and discomfort. But even more glaring difference in her current appearance to the usual one is the lack of the flirtatious smile, which she always wears when greeting the customers of the bar.

Returning back to the work after he turned out to be more difficult task than she had first thought it to be. After the first time she had woken up from cryo, having just recovered from her resurge, she couldn't even fathom the idea of working as her mental health hasn't been the same since. And even though things had been much better after the second time she got out of the cryo the same issues still were there, lingering in the back of her mind -- continuing to make it difficult to even get up from the bed. But after staying completely passive for a such a long time J decided that she's had enough and sent a message to Mr. Miles that he doesn't need to do her shifts anymore, deliberately ignoring whether she was in a right condition to come back or not.

And besides, it seems like they were getting another wave of new arrivals on Moira. That only meant that things were bound to get busy at the bar.]

[BEACH ADVENTURES.

Now this is a planet after her own heart. Finally a place with an actual town and proper civilisation! Sure, it might be trashy tourist crap like the attractions they had in Hawaii but she'll take this shit over an abandoned space prison any time. After all, J's a true cosmopolitan and a city girl and she needs her stimulants.

When J arrives on the beach, her get up makes it quite clear that she isn't planning to swim. She's wearing a colorful kaftan with a hem that barely covering her upper thighs, and while its not quite a see through it still manages to bring out her beautiful curves. J's also wearing a pink pair of sunglasses and bright blue sun hat to complete her outfit --utterly convinced that even without the traditional beachwear she still manages to be hotter than the sun.]

[At first J can be found around the boardwalk with a drink in her hand while eyeing suspiciously behind her shades all the different kinds of booths that were selling tourist crap, like jewellery and other trinkets-- and rolling her eyes whenever she sees someone, were they a tourist or from Moira, getting excited cheap plastic crap like that.]

[Even though she isn't interested in swimming it doesn't mean that she's against going in to the water altogether. After a while J takes off her heels and walks into the ocean, stopping before the water reaches up to her knees. With slow steps she wades in the water, enjoying its perfect temperature and splashing it around her a little with her hand, making sure to keep her outfit dry. However, just because she was being careful with water certainly didn't automatically mean that others were -- something that she really should have realised, because all of the sudden she's hit with a splash of water, wetting her kaftan almost completely. 'Irritated' didn't even begin to describe her expression as she quickly turns around to see who's responsible for the mess.]

[But a trip to a beach would be totally wasted if one didn't at least try to get a tan and sunbathe. And actually for the most of time J can be found doing just that: she's lying on her back on top of a blanket, located away from the most crowed areas, seemingly blissful and content.

At first it'd be easy to mistake her from sleeping but then she gets up, grabs the bottle of the sunscreen from her handbag. She's just about to start spreading it over her body when she noticed that someone was staring at her direction. For a brief pause she looks back at the person behind her shades and then extending her hand, offering the bottle. Care to help the pretty lady?]

Bar time! Which, lbr, is all the time

[intherigging]

[Making her way to the bar, Jacky really hopes all her stuff is still there. The instruments, of course, but also her little nest of blankets, tucked away in a cabinet mainly used to store empty boxes with pictures of glasses on them. She should, she conceded to herself as the hallway seemed to pulse around her, probably still be in the surgeon's letting the doctors help her manage the side effects of Ingress travel, but until she can find at least some of her things, she's not going to be able to settle down. As often as she seems to find herself with nothing, she is still a deeply materialistic soul, and the potential loss of her things is making her squirrely.

Coming into the Mess, she spies the beautiful woman working the bar immediately. Looks like she's been replaced with a prettier model; oh well. Jacky knows her strengths, and they aren't tied into her looks, no matter what the men of her acquaintance might think. She'll probably be able to get her old job back the same way she got it in the first place: by being the best possible person for the job.

Bus as she came closer, red clouded her vision, her head pounding (although, it hasn't stopped doing that since she woke up in the surgeon's with four months cut clean out of her life). Closing the rest of the distance at a soldier's march, she slammed her hands on the bar top and snarled,]

What are you doing here?!

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars | OTA

[jedimindtrick]

[ Rest and relaxation — poorly suited words to describe Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. It has its place, he'll admit that, but a portion of the enjoyment is born of leisure on one's own terms. When presented as a directive, any benefit born of these multitudes of conveniences merely settles on the surface of him, at risk of being stirred, at being brushed or blown away, never truly sinking in.

He's suspicious. Perhaps unduly, but if that's truly the case, Kenobi will have felt better for going through the process than blindly accepting this respite as anything more than a distraction. It certainly feels more look over here than it does job well done.

Cognizant of the tumultuous nature as of late, he keeps his concerns to himself, but those sensitive to the Force (or good at reading people) will certainly notice the slight uneasiness surrounding Obi-Wan as he moves from one area to another. If not, then surely the stiff demeanor will stand out in those situations that don't call for it.

He lurks around the beach, the slopes, and the shops, means to spend nothing of his limitless credit card, and generally observes. Dressed in his traditional Jedi attire he very much lives up to a statuesque funkiller.

But this is not the rule. Kenobi can be convinced of nearly any amount of enjoyment if plied appropriately. He's certainly not one to turn down a little harmless fun, just less apt than most to instigate. ]


[[ OOC: Please check out Obi-Wan's permissions post for information about the Force and how he uses it. And if you need a starter written up, feel free to PM me on this account or hit me up on plurk @ blakeroo. o/ ]]

[imahologram]

[He must have received some kind of swimwear last month; the rest of them did. So the fact that Obi-Wan's skulking along the edges of the beach in his usual clothing is rather noticeable, especially to someone who knows him a little.

Leia strides out of the water, heedless of the sand that sticks to her feet as she walks over to him. (She is wearing her Moira-delivered suit, her hair bound back in a single braid looped up under itself.)]

Aren't robes a little warm for this weather?

loιѕ lane | oтa

[flakjackets]

Shopping :

[ Lois wasn't typically someone who could be considered a girly girl, but she also didn't tend to look a gift horse in the mouth. And considering the fact that she'd just woken up to find out that Clark was gone, she could use some retail therapy that wasn't out of her own pocket. She'd grown accustomed to a certain style back home - a certain amount of comforts that she could afford... So she's just gonna take some time to remedy that while seeing what other things they might have book-wise on this planet and others.

At least, that's the theory. Don't mind her while she pages through very professional and not at all fun looking outfits on the screen with something of a dismal look. No point in looking at fun outfits when the idea of dating wasn't exactly on her radar. It felt wrong spending money that wasn't hers if she actually took the time to think about it because money always came from somewhere. She'll come around eventually, though, and look at it as a cost for kidnapping her. Just not right now.

No, right now, she's gonna walk away for a minute and then walk back to the screen and then walk away again - black heels clicking on the flooring all the while as she mutters under her breath. ]

This is ridiculous.

B.E.A.C.H! :

[ Someone fails at relaxing. That someone happens to be a 5'4" redhead who's sitting on the beach with a laptop, definitely ignoring the view. She'd done as requested, got off the ship and got some fresh air... She'd even gone shopping for proper beach attire. That's gotta count for something, right? Lois doesn't pay much attention to everyone around her, fingers silently moving over the touchpad keyboard - grateful that it doesn't make the annoying clacking sound a regular one makes.

Taking a sip of the drink next to her, there's a sound of surprise and slight disgust. Guess who doesn't normally do fruity drinks. ]

Maybe they'll put the umbrella in a glass of scotch.

[ It's more a musing to herself, but it's still aloud - used to voicing her thoughts rather than staying entirely in her head. ]

-------------

[ Much later into the evening, she can be found on one of the ships exploring the bioluminescent fish and maybe even trying to chat with a few locals. It's an amazing opportunity to see something new and to learn. Something she has a hard time letting go of when it comes to just naturally enjoying an experience. This was one of the moments where she was grateful life could still surprise her. Show her something far more positive than what she normally sees back home. ]

Wildcard :

[ Feel free to find her aboard the Moira around 5/31 and 6/1 after waking up from cryo or down on the Collective shopping, lounging on a beach, trying new things, maybe even getting one of the facials or chilling in the mud bath and being really awkward about it. ]

beach

[armoured]

[Al has no idea this is one of his roommates.

He knows the fourth bed is occupied, he's seen some clothes around sometimes, but they keep missing each other. He's rarely in the room because of all his extra-curricular activities and the fact he doesn't actually sleep at all, and then she was in cryo.

What an opportune moment for them to meet.

Al is uncomfortable on the beach, it's not really a natural habitat for a huge suit of armour in a loincloth, but he's still picking his way across the sand carefully when:]

I guess you could always ask them-- wait, you weren't talking to me, were you?

[Oops.]

ivan vorpatril | ota

[whatdidisay]

i. beach

( ivan deserves this.

he spends most of his time beach bound. unlike some of the other vor on board, ivan is shirtless and tanning nicely, dressed in swim trunks in deep blue and gold. you can take the vorpatril out of vorbarr sultana, but you can't take the vorpatril out of ivan, for the lack of obvious family pride. occasionally he'll walk the beach, toeing through the seashells with a drink in hand. it reminds him of some of the resort towns on the edge of vorpatril district, only far more tropical. thank god.

when night falls he’s experiencing the nightlife — he’ll join the midnight boat tour once just to see — but mostly his attention is snagged by the bombfire dance parties. he's easy to find there, eagerly learning the dances from attractive (probably female) tourists who’re willing to teach him something other than the formal dances. he's easy to get a dance out of, or easy to find sampling the alcohol available. )

ii. shop

( shopping with money is another thing that ivan vorpatril feels like he’s earned. for himself, of course — he’s used to having a certain amount of money at his fingertips, and life with a meager, mandated budget is only stifling when he can't buy something. but now? oh now this is more like it.

and he does it alone, mostly — shopping had always been a minefield when he'd gone with girlfriends past. carefully making sure you figured out which one they wanted you to approve of and which they wanted you do disapprove of had been dangerous. now, though, he can add a variety to his casual clothing wardrobe other than the uniforms that kept showing up. knit shirts, tailored trousers — everything made to make him look good.

he can be found around, perhaps looking at something that isn't a black jumpsuit — a deep blue shirt, or maybe a god-awful hawaiian shirt. )

I wonder if I can take this back for Uncle Aral.

beach

[bosswald]

Excuse me!

[As he tiptoes through the seashells, Clara is crouched down in the sand trying to pick a few up. But there happens to be a foot just about to step down on and crunch her hand, and the shell she's got her eye on. So she's a little panicked and cross as she shouts out to him, if only because her hands are perfect and she doesn't need any broken fingers.]

I know I'm as good as invisible down here, but watch where you're stepping!

[closed to Aurelia]

[accidentalqueen]

[ Medusa takes it at her due that she should use those credits to spend exactly as she pleases and never thinks twice about whether or not there's a catch to this. Or rather, she does think about it...and then promptly carries on as though she is entitled to everything anyway. Because when you are a queen, you are entitled to what you want. That's one of the very few perks. And though she has a specific set of clothing she uses for all general activities as queen, and very nice it is too, no one can possibly expect her to wear the same thing day in and day out. And certainly not the drab uniforms they seem to think appropriate for a woman of her station.

Which is to say: shopping. So much shopping that she's drafted some poor fool boy who spent too long staring after her with his mouth hanging open and forced all the bags into his arms. Shoes, dresses, bags upon bags, all of it incredibly expensive. It doesn't occur to her to consider such a thing as moderation.

She's almost in a good mood by the time it happens. There, at the sunglasses counter, half her face hidden behind smoked glass, she spots that woman. The one whose name she never bothered to learn, whose condescension towards Alice earned her Medusa's immediate dislike. It's been many months, but she wouldn't forget someone whose attitude so naturally grated against Medusa's own arrogant entitlement. Her.

A fashion catfight is inevitable at this point. ]

tags this 2 days late with starbucks

[diamondslap]

[aurelia pays no mind of medusa. she doesn't actually remember their brief conversation, having been preoccupied with many other dullards since then.

she vaguely glances over at the giant amount of hair pouring over the woman's shoulders, but does nothing else.

perhaps passive aggressively, she flicks her hair and tries on another pair of sunglasses.

not many people can make that passive aggressive, but aurelia sure as shit does.]

Yu Narukami | Persona 4 | OTA

[linefacingforever]

Arrival.)
[ There was probably a point where he was supposed to get tired of weird things happening all the time. After all, Yu's Golden Week with his friends in Inaba had been completely turned on its head when the Midnight Channel returned, and placed them all in the middle of a conflict that had both Shadows and the Fog creeping back into the real world. It had been a mess, but they had endured, and he thought for certain that once everything was over and he was on his way home, he'd be able to relax a little. ]

[ If only. ]

[ The whole experience had been disorienting, to say the least. He still hadn't quite absorbed the fact that he was on a space ship -- being in a different reality was easy to grasp. A space ship? Not so much. It was making him take a little longer to get his bearings, especially when he was busy trying to turn around and look at everything at once: it meant that he was bumping into other people. A lot. In fact, he's probably bumping into you. ]

Ah... s-sorry, really.

Treats.)
[ Going around and mingling with his fellow crew members was interesting to say the least, and resting after a long day was even better... but it only took a few days before Yu was getting the urge to do something more than just relax. At first it was going for a jog, then it was trying to find something that he could use for a basketball court. He didn't get very far with either, so one day he ended up doing the best thing he could think to do: ]

[ Hit the kitchen in one of the many rooms in the lodgings area with all the force of a culinary storm. ]

[ He left the door to his room open, letting the smells of the pastries he was baking waft out into the hallway. His goal was to try and recreate some of the pastries he had seen out while shopping. Of course, he was trying new stuff too, and a wide open door meant just anyone could wander in and check out what the new assistant chef was capable of, right? ]

[ Anyone that does come in gets a small smile and a soft greeting from Yu. ]

Come on in; I'll have more soon.

Wild Card.)
[[ooc; insert Persona joke here. But no, seriously, if you have any ideas for how you want to have your character meet and talk to Yu, feel free to give me a buzz at SkylaDoragono. My plurk is open for private messaging, so you won't need to add me if you don't want to. Thanks!]]

Treats

[a_shadow]

[ She's trying to find her own room when she smells the pastries— something she hasn't partaken much of since finding herself in this human form. So she takes a bit of a detour, wondering if she's going to happen on a party or gathering, but instead it's just Yu, and a smile.

She can't help but nod. ]

I suppose this is exactly what you were planning.

Ginko | OTA

[notyetsore]

On the Beach

The idea of beaches being somewhere that’s supposed to specifically be fun strikes Ginko as a little strange. In his experience, it’s just kind of… a place. That exists. Granted, he’s not exceptionally familiar with beaches, so maybe it’s just a lack of experience.

Of course, he will admit, the relatively low-pressure situation here does make something of a difference. With nobody trying to tell him what items to fetch, or where to go, or not to wander off where he can’t be watched, he finds himself with a lot more options.

In the end, he mostly ends up just hanging around in the surf, watching fish or hunting down tidepools, picking up and examining the occasional crab or starfish before setting them back down.

As careful as he seems to be about people and the strange creatures from his world, he seems relatively unconcerned with handling, say, an angry crab that’s doing its best to pinch his hands.

Wildcard

((OOC: Okay admittedly I would normally try to have more than one prompt but I’m very late on this and very tired, SO. If you want to do something else (on or off the ship) just let me know, here or on plurk at omixgirl10 and we can work it out!!))

Nick Wilde | OTA

[pawpsiclepeddler]

Beach

Saying that this has all been a lot to process may actually be a bit of an understatement. One minute Nick is in Zootopia, enjoying a day off, and the next he’s… in space apparently. With a bunch of strange nearly-hairless mammals and also robots and who knows what else, and evidently nobody can guarantee when he’s going home.

So. That’s… not great.

In a way, the subsequent announcement that they’re going to be stopping by some kind of outer space resort and everyone is REQUIRED to go enjoy themselves almost seems to add insult to injury - but really, what’s he going to do, not go hang out on a beach? There are, after all, worse things to do while fending off an impending existential crisis over the whole multiverse situation.

Nick spends most of his time on the beach hanging around on a beach chair, sipping a drink from one of the restaurants. How he manages to sip with a muzzle is anyone’s guess. Actually, he seems pretty much disinterested from doing anything involving actual activity, so feel free to try to get him more active or just harass him where he is.

Wildcard

((OOC: If you want to do anything else with Nick, on or off the ship, just message me here or at omixgirl10!))

[pleasereset]

[What do you get when you combine a very excitable goat child with running across a hot beach?

Something not very graceful, as he dashes, trips, and tumbles into the sand next to Nick. There's a started yelp, and he quickly sits up and looks embarrassed.]

Sorry, sorry! Did I get sand on you?