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 Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 6:54 am
Michelangelo duPont (Abzu, Squire of Neptune)
Location: Dance Floor To see a club echoing some deep sea vibes amused him. Was a Neptunian at all behind this? It wasn't like he could ask, but there was a part of him that wanted to check who owned the place. Perhaps they could help him with his own plans if they were. Of course, his particular plan in motion wasn't exactly this, well... Not that he didn't love clubs. He did. Went to them fairly often. Perhaps his easily pulled from the closet deep blue faux leather get-up had been confirmation of that. Not usually with Sadie, though. "We could dance," he offered his hand to Sadie, if they wanted it, "though club dancing does tend to be a bit different than the dancing we might find at a fancier party. I'll try to strike a balance?" Definitely no ... well. He wasn't interested in Sadie that way anyway. ... Now if Misty asked, he might change out the dance selection. He knew Sadie partially came to keep an eye on Misty in one of her more natural environments. This was Sadie's aesthetic, but from what he was quickly understanding, it was definitely Misty's vibe. His gaze shifted to Misty. "And look, Misty, if needed, I can help get you off the floor too. Sadie's got some backup here." He winked, for good measure. Was he strong enough to actually pick Misty up as a civilian? ... That was questionable, but he could certainly help...
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Amor Remanet rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 9:36 am
Preston Burroughs (Captain Cryptomelane)Location: Aquarium Hallway Dice Roll: 8  Going out to nightclubs wasn’t really Preston’s area of expertise—meaning that he hadn’t ever done it before tonight. Everything he’d heard as a child and teenager about places like the Biolumina Club and Lounge? It had come from Brother Horace and had mostly consisted of him railing against other people’s choices and behaviors as though he’d had any right to do so. As though he could have claimed any such authority over other people.
(As a self-appointed “prophet,” Brother Horace did like to claim the right to judge others for their conduct in ways like this. The role of the Biblical prophets had always speaking truth to both power and the people, intervening when the people of the Jewish or Christian versions of God had gone astray and required notice that such conduct would no longer be tolerated by their God. But nothing in the Bible’s text itself had, as far as Preston had ever seen, supported his so-called “brother” in either claiming the divinely imparted authority of a prophet or spewing hellfire and brimstone against what perfectly consenting adults did in nightclubs.)
Even having disavowed his “brother” and the flock, Preston didn’t know that he enjoyed the Biolumina Club and Lounge very much. Tonight, he wouldn’t have been anywhere else, not when Queen Laurelite was counting on the Negaverse’s servants to make tonight a success. But Preston hadn’t really known how to dress for the occasion—he’d gone with a black button-down and a black vest that he’d found at one of the secondhand stores in town before attending his first academic conference—and the sheer number of people out in the club tonight sort of made him wish that he’d instead gone to Negaspace to see how he could’ve helped out there.
But he hadn’t thought of that, so here he was. At the club.
At least things seemed much quieter in the aquarium hallway. Sure, there were other people around—including some teenage girl with her hair in a pink-and-blue ombré (Sanaa), and a woman with salmon-colored hair (Emmy), talking into a camera about the jellyfish (both wearing the silver starfish pins that marked them out as fellow Negaverse officers, whether that meant Agents or senshi)—but nothing too crazy, which Preston appreciated.…… Well.
Maybe the boy (similarly badged up, Laike) with the cat on his shoulder (Magnus) was a bit odd—ditto for the star on the feline’s forehead that marked him as a Mauvian—but as long as they didn’t get caught, it was probably fine. Even standing somewhat close to them in a quiet hallway, Preston couldn’t hear what they were saying, if anything.
For a longish moment, he did end up watching them more closely than was maybe necessary? But Preston also soon found himself distracted by something moving out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head away from the boy-and-Mau pair, Preston spotted it quickly: a little creature in the aquarium, all lit up violet like the energy-draining glowsticks, looking somewhat but not entirely like a seahorse, but still, too close to a seahorse for it to feel comfortable.
Never before had Preston considered whether or not there was an uncanny valley for seahorse-ness, but apparently, there was.
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Amor Remanet rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 10:39 am
Baz Lemarchand (Corrupt Ilmari of Chastity)Location: Lounge (at the bar). Dice Roll: 8 Baz hadn’t gotten himself a stamp.
Realistically, he hadn’t expected to get a stamp. Fake IDs probably weren’t ever going to work on bouncers that the Negaverse had employed, and bringing one at all had put a twist of guilt in the pit of his stomach. What if he got busted by the wrong people? What if somebody tried to shut down the club after the Queen and General-Sovereigns had only just gotten it open? What if something BAD happened, and it was Baz’s fault?
Thankfully, he hadn’t gotten busted by the wrong people, but he hadn’t gotten a stamp, either.
Just as well, he told himself, looking around for either the objects of his secondary mission (Waru and Aelius, because Faustite had asked for someone to keep tabs on them and report back) or for Miss Device (who was also meant to help with this endeavor).
(Thinking of Everlee Device as anything but Miss Hestia felt incredibly strange, even knowing that she wasn’t going to be powered up tonight. Be that as it may, Baz had yet to really do very much with the more experienced senshi outside of team business that required them to be powered up as Hestia and Ilmari, which necessitated some slight recalibrations of his usual way of thinking about her. Necessary, he realized, but still strange.)
Well, at least he looked pretty. Blonde-and-pink hair tied back in a high pony to show off the halter back on his cute little bodycon minidress. Vivid, reddish-pink fabric clung to slim hips and long, slender, pale thighs with a brighter pink top clung close to Baz’s chest. Meanwhile, the cutouts in the front helped highlight his tiny waist. Baz only felt so free to wear this dress due to previous successes earlier in the day that had made him sure it would look good on him, but he didn’t need to think about that now.
What he needed to do was focus on either finding glow-sticks, finding Waru and/or Aelius, or finding Miss Device.Quote: Open for other interactions at the bar as well~!
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Indigo_Plateau rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 11:09 am
Nataniel Khellasati (General Rakovanite)
Location: Aquarium Hallway
Dice Roll: 1
”I think you would be happier staying at home this time.”
He’d warned Basyl. There was nothing for him at Biolumina, no reason for him to have a presence. Nataniel was going because- Well, he hadn’t even bothered to think up a lie. He was going just because, and Gideon, Tanwyn, Ivory, Ellian, Gremlin, Mier, etcetera would be there; Nataniel didn’t want to be the only one of his friends not in attendance, but Basyl would not enjoy it, he’d assured. It wouldn’t be like the usual clubs they went dancing at, and he wouldn’t be able to drop everything to take Basyl home if he decided he wanted to leave.
It probably shouldn’t have taken Nataniel so long to realize that he wasn’t turning his fiance off the idea. Drinks, dancing, all their friends? Why would he be happier staying at home? Why didn’t Nataniel want him to go? What was the deal? He hadn’t felt pressed to craft an answer. Nataniel wouldn’t lie to Basyl, and he didn’t want to make an argument of it.
And it wasn’t like there was any genuine harm to him being there, anyway.
So, they went.
And it predictably wasn’t like their usual clubs. After quick greetings to their friends and family, most everyone split off toward their own areas of interest, leaving Nataniel, Basyl, Tanwyn, and Ivory in the aquarium hallway, amidst a curiously chattering crowd and a backsplash of dulled electronica music coming from the adjacent dance floor.
Nataniel generally enjoyed aquariums. They were usually quiet, relatively dark, cool, a particular ambiance all their own. Nataniel generally enjoyed dancing- provided he was wasted enough. This was not that, on either account. This merging of two things he generally enjoyed was… strangely grating, and the added mix of work in the mix made for a very particular discomfort. And still, he had to keep an eye on Basyl, just in case.
“Mm-mm. Not for you,” he rumbled over the thrum of activity around them, as Nataniel plucked yet another glow stick from Basyl’s fingers, handed to him by what must be one of the dozens of people trying to keep anyone’s hands full of them. Nataniel usually had a drink or snack to offer in its place, but this time his hands were conspicuously free of anything else. Instead he just handed the glow stick off to Tanwyn to find some other victim and pressed Basyl forward toward the aquarium wall for a better look at the mechafish fluttering inside.
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Amor Remanet rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 11:10 am
Sable Burgess (Captain Andesine)Location: Lobby -> Lounge (Bar). Dice Roll: 8 Sable hadn’t had a chance to come out clubbing for a while. More accurately, she hadn’t made any time for that. Definitely not for several months, if not longer. You know……for a while.
Rather a long while, if she was perfectly honest with herself.
Not that she really wanted to be perfectly honest with herself (she didn’t) because then, she might’ve needed to ask herself more thoroughly what she’d been doing with her time if not enjoying her twenties. She might’ve needed to ask herself why she had cut out on different wrap parties early after shows had ended, or why hadn’t made time for doing normal things that normal people did, like going out on a Friday night and enjoying herself.
Of course, Sable knew the answer to those questions: she’d been working hard for the Negaverse, gathering energy and starseeds, researching gacha games for the sake of the plan that she wanted to propose to General Ashanite, preparing her work so that she could propose said plan. But thinking too hard about how long it had been since she’d gone out might’ve made her feel bad about her choice to give the Negaverse her best efforts as much as possible. If she interrogated her choices for too long, then she might’ve found herself with an armful of doubts, which were almost certainly a one-way ticket to trouble. Never of the sort that Monoceros had caused by abandoning her and their team for the big load of nothing that the White Moon offered to its pathetic little simps.
Better, Sable always figured, to just ignore everything that asked her to look more closely at her choices and dedicate herself to her work for the Negaverse as much as possible. And everyone’s collective dedication had borne fruit, at that, because tonight’s mission required them all to go out to a club and at least appear to have a good time.
Sauntering into the lobby, Sable felt relieved that not only had she easily relocated her dress for tonight—a tight, off-the-shoulder mini-number done in a rich shade of burgundy that looked great with her hair and skin-tone, and perfectly matched her lipstick—but also that it had still fit. She definitely hadn’t worn this one since leaving New York to move back to Destiny City, and Sable knew that she’d been in the gym with more dedication than she had been back then. Not that she’d ever seen fit to skip, really, but the sort of strength-resistance training that she felt the Negaverse needed her to do was more intense than the workouts she’d done when she’d focused more on her (now quite former) work as a dancer than her work as Captain Andesine. Said former workouts had also been intense, but……admittedly in different ways.
Catching a quick glimpse of her reflection, Sable allowed herself the smug thought that the work she’d done at the gym since earning her promotion to Captain had made her arms look good in this dress. Better than any of the times she’d worn it back in Brooklyn or Manhattan, even.
But there were more important things on the menu tonight than scoping herself out in whatever reflective surfaces she could find. Ready to get to work and gather up glowsticks full of energy for the Queen and Metallia, Sable made her way to the bar and chose a seat. Somewhere close to other people without making her seem too easily available. Perfection. Tonight, she decided, was going to be amazing.
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Seiana_ZI rolled -sided dice:
Total: 0 (-0)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 11:14 am
Adam Bal (General Borax)
Location: Dance Floor Dice Roll: 4 Unlike his former boss, Adam Bal was a banker. Even if he was connected to infiltration to some degree, there was nothing for him to really do in relation to a dance club. Instead? He could sigh and simply wish he could go further as he strapped on his pin and blended in as a normal guest. Adam was certain this would turn out as expected, of course. To be honest, he was surprised it had taken as long as it had for the Negaverse to sink its teeth into clubs. They had always been one of his preferred places for his own ...victims. Was that the right word? The dance floor felt like the right place to get started, but where should he go? There was a tall mermaid that caught his attention first, and while he thought of approaching, something next to her stopped him in his tracks. ... s**t. Adam knew that one. He knew that one well. He remembered a party a few years ago where he had slid up to that lavender-haired nightmare and his ... father? brother? He wasn't clear on that and didn't care but Mr. duPont had managed to embarrass him in front of everyone at that table. Along with several other heirs. And their patriarchs and matriarchs, of course. And he was there. Of course he was. Adam cleared his throat and opted to try and divert himself literally anywhere else once collecting a few lightsticks--this still felt so silly, he would much rather drain them considerably further--off the dance floor. Time to find someone he might be able to charm right out of this club once this experiment the Negaverse was running was over.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Seiana_ZI rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 11:15 am
(... Roll goes with prior post because Gaia did Gaia things)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 11:31 am
Simon Farkas (Civilian, Overworked Nurse)Location: Lounge (Bar). Tabitha hated him. That was the only explanation that Simon could come up with for why she’d decided to do this to him.
……Well. Being entirely fair to his big sister, Tabitha had insisted on dragging him out tonight because she worried about how often Simon spent his evenings off work at home rather than around people other than Tabitha herself or her wife, Rhonda. Which honestly didn’t feel fair to Simon, who did have friends……sort of. At least he had coworkers who he more or less liked pretty well and didn’t mind spending time with, as long as they actually wanted to spend time with him (something he considered extremely unlikely unless they outright told him that he was wrong about this).
(Even then, Simon sometimes found ways to tell himself that they were just being nice and didn’t actually feel that way.)
As he nursed a Jack and Coke, Simon looked around the crowd for either of them. Even as a dapperly waistcoated butch, Rhonda could fit in more easily, being a perfectly average height (five-foot-eight) with short, chestnut brown hair that she kept neater than some people (Simon himself, for example) drank their whiskey. Standing six-foot-six and broad-shouldered, with hair the same bright pink color as Simon’s and significantly longer, Tabitha was much harder to miss. The dress she’d worn out to the club tonight seemed likely to help make people notice her, whether she liked it or not. Not that Simon could speak to Tabitha’s intentions in choosing said dress, but she’d decided to wear some shiny, violently purple number that looked like it belonged at a senior prom in 1987.
But Simon also didn’t see her anywhere else in the lounge, which probably meant that she’d dragged Rhonda off to the dance floor. Would’ve made sense, and Simon really was happy for them. Both his big sister and her wife loved dancing. Good for them, they could go enjoy themselves.
Twirling a glow-stick in one hand’s fingers, Simon sighed. The other hand stayed curled around his glass. This………would probably be fine, right? Couldn’t possibly be the worst thing that Simon had ever endured. Even experiences with sitting alone at the bar had been worse than this before. Anyway, tonight he only had to last until Tabitha decided she was done or he was allowed to go home.
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EchosSweet rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 12:44 pm
Basyl Phloros (DM Super Narcissus)Location: Aquarium Hallway You could totally consider him a fool for not, like- getting the picture of what Nataniel was trying to convey to him, and Basyl was hardly the push-back kind of sort. He could’ve melted right into the ‘stay behind’ and been perfectly content with that. He saw absolutely nothing wrong with lounging peacefully in the comfort of his own home, curled up with a book and a blanket. There was no great need for a constant stream of excitement for him. He’d just thought it was weird that Nataniel would want to go out with literally all of their friends and not include Basyl specifically (it shouldn’t have been weird, this was hardly the first time, God, he was stupid, how did he not get it). It should’ve clicked, but it didn’t. And besides the barely-warning of ”I think you’d be happier at home,” there was no further insistence that he stay behind, and he didn’t. They usually had a good time when they went clubbing, why would this be an exception? The venue wasn’t their typical locale, but it was new and interesting and crowded for its debut, with interesting visuals for all ages- literally all ages! There were children here! Which also struck him as strange, but not strange enough to comment about. They’d been here an hour, long enough for Basyl to catch a few words with his friends in attendance, have a couple of snacks, a few (nonalcoholic) drinks, and be aware that they were avoiding the dance floor, for whatever reason. Maybe that was for the best; even if he wasn’t drinking, he felt weirdly disoriented. They’d wound up in the aquarium hallway with Tanwyn and Ivory, while Gideon and Ellian had headed for the lounge. While they stood surrounded by the cool glow of the animatronic fish, Basyl had the fourth or fifth time of someone pressing a glowstick into his hand, and consequently the fourth or fifth time that Nataniel plucked it from his grasp. Basyl could only give a good-natured roll of his eyes and a little amused snort. “Not worried I’ll bring a collection of them home, are you?” He could see being interested in keeping one… just as a memento. ========================================================================================== Ivory (Corrupt Super Calaverite)Location: Aquarium Hallway Dice Roll: 3 It was different to be going out like this. “Ivory” mostly stayed at home, slept, watched tv. If there was anything interesting to do, it was better to let Cala do it. Cala was capable of having more fun than Ivory was. He could just do more, and he didn’t want to be locked away very often. But it would certainly be no good if he came here. He’d make too much of a scene. Rakovanite and Weissite would be frustrated with him and might cause something unpleasant to happen… So Ivory was here instead. Ivory was here, and he was supposed to use this weak, useless, pitiful, regular body to actually be out and about and do something. Not his favorite. None of this was his favorite. It was so loud, and there were so many people. The violet lights were pretty and mesmerizing. There were enough consumable snacks even for his picky palate. Cala would have a good time here- But no, no. This place was not for Cala. Only Ivory. Only Ivory. The sound he made was one terse little note as long, jagged nails pinched tight into Tanwyn’s shoulder. Their arms were linked at the elbow, probably in part so Tanwyn would know Ivory was there and not lost to the crowd (and his own devices), but certainly mostly for Ivory’s comfort. The taller man was a very particular sort of anchor amidst all this… Other going on. A one solid thing for Ivory to hold onto in between the flitterings of dealing with people and glowsticks. Basyl, who was also not his favorite, had the misfortune of making one offhand remark that Cala Ivory had to correct him for. “You can’t keep them,” he snapped briskly, earning Tanwyn another pinch of his nails. “They’re not for you.” Cala’s, Cala’s, Cala’s, Cala’s treasures. Things for Cala to have. Not. Basyl.
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BiggerinTexas rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 3:14 pm
Tanwyn Whittacre (Lieutenant Weissite)Location: Aquarium Hallway Dice Roll: 1 “C’mon, Iv…” Tanwyn groused, shaking out his arm to free it of the other’s pinching nails, but not enough to break the grasp completely. Tenuous endeavor this one was, but Tanwyn knew it would be. Easier without Ivory in the short term, certainly, then Tanwyn wouldn’t have an extra body clinging to him all evening. But worth bringing him in the long term. No fits (probably) about being left behind, not worth trying to keep it a secret from him. “Basyl doesn’t really want one, mm?” No one trying to keep or take anything away from him, no one hiding anything from him. “They aren’t that special. Right?” The real task was trying to get Ivory to be normal and unobtrusive in a very stimulating environment. Helped to have a hand on him at all times, and helped to be near one of the larger aquarium areas too. Lots of moving scenery to keep him distracted. “I’m surprised you wanted to come, Basyl. Don’t you have a shift tomorrow?”
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Guine rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 5:17 pm
Ren Wilhelm (Eternal Taenite)Location: Lounge. In Waru's personal space. Dice Roll: 3 “Wow, I know you’ve probably heard this in the last hour, but you, sir, are gorgeous,” Ren grinned brightly, his eyelids fluttering flirtatiously as he sidled up to where Waru was and leaned heavily against the counter.
Waru wasn’t alone, and Ren only vaguely knew the faces. Not because he hadn’t sort of met them before -- a ridiculous competition that escalated to a fight came to mind -- but he didn’t particularly care about Team Liability. Nor did he care that he hadn’t ever been officially introduced to them.
Ren was a private person, all things considered. That didn’t mean he refused to stand out. He wore all black. All fine, silky fabric. All very expensive.
A black button up shirt, with the top few buttons undone and no tie, was under a black blazer. Black slacks and shiny black shoes. A black ribbon in his white hair. The light caught the tiny black gems that adorned various places across his outfit. The cufflinks, earring, watch, ring. Did he care if it was a bit much? No. He never did.
He only had eyes for Waru, and while it was obvious that he was part of the Negaverse, given his pin, and that they were as well, likely the very people he’d voiced agreed concern about in the past, Ren ignored them.
“Let me buy you a drink, handsome. I’d like to watch the lights reflecting in your eyes.”Quote: Sorry if I missed anyone!
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 5:33 pm
Mauvian Desiree (Civ Glamour) Location: Lounge (Bar) Dice Roll: 6 It would be good to see that the things she'd worked on did exactly what they were supposed to do firsthand. It also meant she could keep playing this little game of hers with Alexandre and Rene. She wondered how long she could keep it going, it would be interesting if she could make it until the new year without them figuring it out. Watching the patrons at the bar, she gathered up some of the spent glowsticks that were left behind as she wandered and kept an eye out for Aloysius. She would remain over here to make sure he didn't get any of the free drinks and Liam was supposed to stick to the man like glue if possible. All in all, it would work and maybe eventually less effort might be needed to help manage them. Sighing she really didn't like how loud it was here or the choice of music tonight but it wasn't her place to decide what would be played in the lounge.
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Strickenized rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 5:38 pm
Laike Yinchen (AG Niter)Location: Aquarium Hallway Dice Roll: 10, 7 "Oh, um, yeah." Laike replied to the stranger (Sanaa) who remarked aloud. Maybe she was talking to him, maybe she was talking to herself, but they were basically thinking the same thing so that was reason enough to him to reply. "I have noooo idea how they made them. But I think they're kind of soothing to watch?" Especially since the alternative was joining the lounge or the dance floor at the moment, and Laike wasn't ready for that many people or the kind of music that he could feel in his chest just yet.
Plus he didn't want to jostle Magnus! He liked having a cat who could talk with him. And he was sort of like a celebrity, in Laike's mind, since he helped out with making all those glowsticks!
Laike couldn't really reply to Magnus without looking like he was either rudely on the phone or just nuts, so he decided to be That Guy and pretend like he was assuming that the girl with the ombre hair had never played a video game before in her life. "They remind me of a game called Subnautia? Cuz it takes place on this alien ocean world, and a lot of the sea creatures there have some crazy bioluminescence like this. They look great, even when they're trying to eat you. But, um, hopefully these ones don't do that."
There was another officer-in-disguise around them (Preston, too, but Laike didn't recognize them. Belatedly, he realized it was obvious he wouldn't recognize them; Laike never got out much to meet his fellow officers as regular people. And he definitely wasn't getting out much now.
He looked like he was eyeing up the seahorse one. "Do you think it's a male seahorse or a female seahorse?" Laike asked him. With how real they looked and how they moved, Laike figured the creators probably put that level of thought and detail into them that seahorse sexes were considered.
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Guine rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 5:43 pm
Ilian Jones (General King Jet)Location: Lounge. Behind the bar, serving drinks (bartender) Dice Roll: 1, 9 Ilian shook his head in disbelief, but turned to smile at one of the others who came up to the bar to order drinks. He quickly put everything together, and impressed himself by not even needing to look at the cheat sheet he’d made himself.
He took Lovely’s glass to fill and pushed it back to him. He knew he wasn’t drunk. He’d seen Lovely drunk.
He wasn’t surprised that no one else seemed interested in engaging with him, outside of asking for drinks. He wasn’t the only bartender, and staying under the radar with his civilian identity was perfectly fine with him.
How anyone from the Negaverse could see his brown, curly hair, tied back in a tiny half ponytail, similar to how he often wore it on missions these days, and not take a wild guess about his identity? It was maybe a little concerning about the observation skills of others, but it made things easier for him to watch them.
“You’re going to regret drinking so much,” Ilian warned, taking his time with washing out the shaker cups for the cocktails he’d just put together.
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Sara Draconia rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 5:44 pm
Corrupt Eternal Beatrix (Morgan Le Courtier)Location: Dance Floor Dice Roll: 1 Ok so this wasn't her normal vibe but... the setup was pretty nice. It was a mission, by the big boss lady so she'd do her best even if she felt like she wanted to rip her skin off when some of the people wandering were getting drunk and looked at her. But no starseeding, that had been pretty explicitly stated and she had wanted to pout but she also didn't want to disappoint Chrys, Hessonite, or Laurelite. Gathering things and almost gagging as she forced that pleasant little voice to get people to dance with glowsticks that she had to give out to the patrons. She'd managed to dig out that dress that the one rich girl had gotten her for when she'd gone hunting with them in upper-class bars. It was a little torn and tattered but it fit her vibe better that way and she'd attacked her hair with a comb and tied it up fancy. She hadn't really recognized herself after putting on makeup and putting actual effort into s**t for once. But she needed to look good if Meissa showed up, she couldn't just look like a bum in a club like this.
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