thisavrou_log | june intro log overflow

Cyclonus doesn't have much energy to spare for recreational activities, even if he wanted to have fun. Which he doesn't. ~~Well maybe just a little fun. With friends.~~

So he's been spending most of his time off the ship lounging on the beach, soaking up the sun. When he's out long enough, you could undoubtedly cook an egg on him. Not that you should try.

It's a good thing the string bikini he's wearing is not only impressively robot-sized but also heat resistant apparently. Three guesses who convinced him to wear that (the first two don't count).

So come bother the great purple grump on the beach! He's reclining against a rock and alternating between watching the view and slipping into a low energy state. If you catch him napping deep enough you might even catch him by surprise!

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. shopping

( 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.

Edited 2016-06-06 16:14 (UTC)

( ivan jerks back with a muffled curse in french, nearly stumbling over his own feet at the yell. what the-- )

Good God, you'd think you'd have blended right in with the sand.

( not a point in his favor, damn. he shuffles from foot to foot to regain his balance before offering a hand to help her up. maybe she fell? who'd be that close to the ground if they weren't sunbathing anyway. )

[ If something ends up going horribly wrong on this planet, Alys will be issuing a formal complaint against the captains and all other authorities involved. Because this place is more her speed and now she can equip herself and room with everything she could possibly need.

With the help of her son substituting in as a pack mule. Really, what good was it to have a healthy, adult son if she couldn't load him down with various items, primarily clothing, that she wanted to take back to the ship.

Gently, she reaches to push Ivan's hand down because that shirt? Is not coming back with them. ]

You don't need to encourage him.

ASH3 - various
[ There's so much going on throughout the day. It's a gorgeous one out, bright and sunny. The sun warms her skin and the sand is hot underneath her feet. This beach beats any she's ever been to, including all the sand Yemen had to offer. Ugh, Yemen.

Elena's first stop with the card of unlimited credits is to grab herself a camera, nothing too expensive but a good one that hangs at her neck on a strap. She's been going around snapping pictures of all kinds of foliage, scenery, including the people standing in front of them for a backdrop. She'd unknowingly snapped a picture of Nate while he stood in the distance with his head bowed down over his notebook while furiously sketching. A sight she never thought she'd get to see again after losing him at Yemen, and the spotting had felt more of a delusion than anything when she couldn't find him in the directory earlier at the medbay.

Yeah, seeing things was probably a thing. Maybe it was like a space sickness. Or rather— homesick.

But enough of that Fool of a Took! Is there anyone who doesn't appreciate having their picture taken by a stranger? Elena's got experience in building photography portfolios, though it isn't like she'll be able to put it to use in the ship for anything. Hopefully she isn't offending anyone when she points her viewfinder in the direction of whoever is closest. Be it Transformer or alien or anyone, they don't need to be specific. ]

--

[ Collecting seashells is an activity to kill time with, crouching about in ankle deep water that's as clear as ever. She's fishing under the surface, fingers digging far into the sand for whatever she'd spotted that was sticking out. It takes some effort to tug the damn thing free, and when she does, Elena loses her footing and drops into the water on her ass.

Good thing she's got a bikini on under the jean short shorts. Another good thing is that the water isn't that high to get her camera damaged. Phew!

But looking over to her fellow seashell digger, she's holding the watery and sandy shell up that's bigger than her hand and jagged toward the tip, a grin on her face.

She feels like Dr. Ellie Sattler from Jurassic Park who's just made the most fascinating discovery with a fossil. Who cares if it's just a stupid seashell. Humor her. ]

This is pretty amazing— have you ever seen something like this?

--

[ Rock climbing, it's a great way to relieve stress. Especially when she tells the shirtless built man who's manning the giant, sloping wall towering so high up that she's got this and doesn't need the rope or support equipment. He almost doesn't believe that this tiny woman did this for a living for a while in her younger years. What better way to overcome stress than to get the rush of adrenaline going? He doesn't argue it and stands back to watch, curious.

Wearing proper, sturdy shoes, a sports bra and shorts, her hair loosely tied up, Elena's looking for the right foothold and edge for her fingers to grasp, beginning her climb. Every wall she's ever climbed with Nate, it was craggy, it was dangerous. They never knew which chunk would break away under their weight and send them plummeting to their deaths into a rocky sea or jungle where no one would find their corpses.

Whatever. She's going to be a Climbing Instructor for whoever wants to sign up, it's probably for the best that she get back into the swing of it before her first lesson seeing as it's been some time since her last full adventure with the men. ]

BF3 - buying things/ship things

I almost wish we'd had something as simple as this back home...

[ She must be talking to herself as she's standing in front of the screen and scrolling through the clothing options. They've got some interesting options to choose from, and of course the more basic choices that she's more used to. Three-quarter length sleeve Henleys, khakis, v-necks, button downs, socks and underwear. Comfortable clothing.

Elena won't feel guilty with swiping her card through to pay for everything she's picked out. All she has available to her are the clothes on her back that she'd arrived with. She needs something more for lounging around in when she's in her shared quarters.

Hopefully anyone passing by won't notice the price tag that's come with all of the purchases. That would be a little embarrassing. On top of that, Elena's going to be buying fresh bed sheets and more pillows for her bunk, a few little trinkets to add for decoration that she's hoping the people she shares Nomo #011 with won't mind too much. Some new furniture that come with throw pillows and a blanket for the Nomo Deck that she hopes Thán won't disapprove of as she's tried to match it to his tastes he's shaped Nomo Deck with.

That's just some of the things she buys and gets delivered to the ship. There's much more. Practical living things, things of comfort. ]

CLF5 - gold face/mud bath
[ What girl wouldn't want to treat herself to either the gold mask or the mud bath? And if the rejuvenating mask does as it says it's supposed to? Well. Elena won't pass up the opportunity to look ten years younger. Even if it is temporary and will fade over time. Nothing lasts forever, right?

She's happy to see she's not alone in indulging in either of these things, glancing over as her face is painted in shimmering gold, up to her chin in mud. Mud that makes it difficult for her to move. ]

Makes me wonder if we'll even recognize ourselves when we get cleaned up. If it works as they say it does.

[ miles drifts over to where ivan's perusing and arches an eyebrow. ]

Don't let your lady mother hear you say that.

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( continued )

[ Yata can't help but grin at Peter's enthusiasm. He pushes away on his board again, giving his staff a skilled (and entirely unnecessary) twirl. ]

'Course!

[ Cause if there's anything Yata knows, it's how to commit acts of stunning violence against other people. Especially when applies to powers, as it happens. ]

You ever been in any sort of fight before?

( continued )

[ "How can you not like the beach?!"

... is what Yata wants to ask, but he knows a lot of people (most of them girls, as it turns out) that don't care much for swimming or surfing or tanning other beach-related activities. So he can get that.

Fortunately, there's other options available. ]

You wanna go to the mountain, instead? There's tons more stuff to do over there!

((Reposted from the intro log))

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.

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Edited 2016-06-09 18:03 (UTC)

((Reposted from intro log))

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.

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Edited 2016-06-09 18:02 (UTC)

(cont. from here)

[ Sam held up his hands in surrender. ]

Those are all great questions, but all I can tell you is that Programs should not exist like they do in this world. They walk. Talk. Seem human. Well mostly human. But you would have to talk to one to know the details.

[ Sam does put his hands down, cautiously smiling. ]

As far as I can tell, you're new to our motley crew. I've been doing what I can to add whatever we come across to the Moira's system's. It's pretty slapdash sometimes, but sometimes you just don't have the time you'd like.

(cont. from here)

[ There's something about a contract as well. Sam was thinking 'awkward' because he really wasn't up on new person protocol. ]

I don't think it's just for you. Going to the Med Bay is also for the people on board already. Anything on you clothes or that you don't know about gets caught there.

[ Right? It sounds right. ]

[Freezing doesn't sound like a much better prospective, but rejecting it would just make her seem petulant. The cold and snow are inconvenient, but still far less threatening than drowning, anyway.

She nods.]

Hmm... Sure, I guess that might not be bad. They've got like, skiing and snowboarding and stuff up there, right? Think I can deal with that.

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[ continued ]

Oh! It can. This helmet is made for eating! [ He gestures to his "face." And he looks over what sweets the man has before dropping what he has in his hands. ]

You have an eyepatch! Do you know Sargent? [ Caboose pauses as he turns slightly in his chair as he brings up a point to the rifle sitting next to him. ] Well... I mean... there is that pirate accent ... or is it more ... it still isn't very clear which it is... but it would be nice if he knew where Sargent was, wouldn't it, Freckles.

[ It is always nice to meet new friends and find old friends! But he guesses on the off chance that the new pirate doesn't know Sargent. ] Hello. Would you like some cake? They are giving it away for stuff on a card. You have some but you can have more. You know. If you like.

( there's a moment where ivan jerks, looking around them out of an instinctual fear that his mother will have managed to appear and overheard them. relieved to find that this is not the case, ivan puts it back. )

I'm surprised she hasn't razed this entire store to the ground for some sort of fashion faux pas.

[inevitable hangovers; closed to han]

[How many bottles of champagne does it take to get a princess smashed? It turns out the answer is start with two, and maybe order a third in a tipsy haze after too much carousing with a handsome smuggler. She's certain she's fine when they finally fall asleep, but she's also certain this is more than she's ever drunk at once.

At Imperial functions, she was always careful with the wine, knowing that her ability to keep up with much bulkier politicians was minimal, and the stakes were high. At Alderaanian functions, she'd had to be even more circumspect, if only because Aunt Rouge would certainly be watching. And only an idiot would be free and easy with the X-Wing pilots' jet juice; that stuff was better suited for scouring machinery than drinking. But with Han, there's nothing to worry about and nothing to get up for in the morning--and his smile only stretches more lopsidedly with every glass they have. Who could possibly resist that?

When she wakes a few hours later, she's certain she's not fine at all. There's no time to consider the way her head's pounding or the sickly sweet taste dried on her tongue. She needs to hit the refresher, now, and lucky for her, she gets all the way there before she starts heaving.]

( ivan readjusts his grip on the bags and boxes he's holding. )

I don't know if it's possible to ever encourage Uncle Aral to do anything.

[This is one of those situations where Han has the advantage, maybe. He's had a lot more practice; been drunker and slept off worse headaches, not to mention there's much more of him to begin with. Probably he should have thought that through-- short, slight Leia with no tolerance to speak of probably didn't need a third bottle (was there a fourth? He can't recall,) but they were caught up in the moment. Unfortunately it means of the two of them, she'll be the one really regretting it.

He rouses when she gets out of bed, if only because he's sprawled and clinging haphazardly to her-- a hazard of letting Han share a bed with enough room to roll around on-- and after a dizzying moment he manages to find his feet and leans against the wall beside the door.]

It'll help if you drink some water. When you can.

[Her answer is a wordless groan--one that wobbles and cuts off when she feels it between her eyes. She stares in the darkness at the remains of her dinner, spreading her fingers out over the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl and trying to decide if anything else is likely to come up. Probably not, she thinks, and then adds a dark yet.

It occurs to her, belatedly, that if she'd planned on throwing up everything she swallowed in the last six hours, she wouldn't have let Han unbraid her hair. A few strands are sticking to her cheek, and she'd bet ten credits at a minimum that a few flecks of vomit ended up in the rest of it.]

I don't want to drink anything again. [She sits back a little, turning so she can lean back against the wall of the refresher tub and stare up at Han in the dark.] Ever.

((Continuing from here))

He sounds like a ball full of sunshine.

[Somehow she knows, he won't understand the sarcasm. Still doesn't mean she won't use it.]

Edited (IGNORE MY HTML FAIL) 2016-06-07 21:55 (UTC)

[If she'd planned on throwing up she would have been clever enough to change her plans entirely. He hadn't thought it through. This isn't a terribly nice followup to their very nice night, but maybe it's inevitable.

And he likes when her hair's down. It'll wash out.

He tries not to smile at her and manages at least most of the way, filling a glass off the counter with water and slowly, unsteadily lowering himself to sit in front of her, setting it between them.]

I woke up in a bantha trough once.

[She can picture him, half-drowned and dazed with the last of the alcohol, staring into the wide, hairy mouth of one of the beasts. Maybe it butted him awake, looking for a drink of its own.

When she reaches out, it's not to take the water but to set a hand on his thigh. Even waiting for the Force to put her out of her misery, she'd rather be touching Han than not touching him. Her own lingering effects of the champagne--or perhaps it's just becoming habit.

Or because he's here in the refresher with her despite having every reason to want to be asleep right now. She loves him for it, and much as she'd like this hangover to disappear, she doesn't really want the night to end.]

And drank some water?

june intro log overflow

Cyclonus | TF IDW | OTA

Ivan Xav Vorpatril | The Vorkosigan Saga | OTA

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Misaki Yata | K | OTA

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Nick Wilde | OTA

Ginko | OTA

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