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System Glitch: In The City: Ship Ahoy! [location: Osten]
The day of July fourth was spent dealing with annoying, static-ridden transmissions from the tablets. Hisses, bleeps, pops, and occasionally what might have been an indistinguishable voice saying something unintelligible. The interruptions ceased in the evening, and the city went back to being quiet and empty.
The fifth brought more of the same, but shortly after noon something curious happened: if one consulted the map, they'd note a dot out in the ocean. Zooming in on the dot showed that it was not one but many dots, each with a familiar name attached, and observation would show that the dots were headed toward a never-before-used ferry terminal on the Osten waterfront.
Go meet your people, Taxon, and send them to get showers post haste!
ooc: The ferry terminal is a proper building so our vampires aren't in danger of going foom.
And that's that! Thanks everyone, this plot's been ridiculous fun, now back to your regularly scheduled hijinks.
The fifth brought more of the same, but shortly after noon something curious happened: if one consulted the map, they'd note a dot out in the ocean. Zooming in on the dot showed that it was not one but many dots, each with a familiar name attached, and observation would show that the dots were headed toward a never-before-used ferry terminal on the Osten waterfront.
Go meet your people, Taxon, and send them to get showers post haste!
ooc: The ferry terminal is a proper building so our vampires aren't in danger of going foom.
And that's that! Thanks everyone, this plot's been ridiculous fun, now back to your regularly scheduled hijinks.
Long! <3
"It appears we are," she acknowledges with a slight nod, looking off toward land. "The big guys upstairs really threw us in a jar and shook us around, didn't they. Everything but the kitchen sink." A pause--ever the cynic. She doesn't want to jinx it. "Hopefully they hold onto that a bit longer."
unlikely bffs blah blah
Someone is thinking happily of the bathtub back in his hotel room. Ooh yes.
Something occurs to his mostly-awake-now brain and he stops, turns, gives Gwen a wide-eyed look of horror in case this supposition turns out to be true. "--you can enjoy the wonders of a bathtub, can't you? That would be beyond cruel if your abilities made that impossible."
running toward each other on a beach arms wide
She barely even hears his question. "Wait, wh--Yes, I can bathe. It doesn't work like that. It's not like..." she pauses, a little indignant and a little insecure all at once. Someone needs a meal and maybe some time out of the sun. "Wait, do I smell? Do I look like I don't bathe?" She touches her hair, completely wild, and sprayed with salt. Great. She sighs. "Can we get off this goddamn boat, please?"
the orchestra swells
He stands there, continuing to blink, as Gwen asks him questions.
Long has only been a human man for six years but there is a certain level of cunning that lets him know there may well be no safe way to answer such a question as do I smell? or any form of how do I look?
"No, no, you look-- fine-- off the boat, yes, that's a splendid idea, let's do that." Far better than trying to extricate himself from this conversational quicksand.
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"Good idea," she says, sounding very exhausted. "Remind me never to book a tropical paradise vacation again. Tahiti will never be the same."
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He moves for the gangplank. The initial rush has faded; they can actually get off the boat alright. Ever the gentleman, he offers his arm to Gwen although he's sure she doesn't need it.
"Tahiti would preferable. Tahiti has hotels," he sighs. "For myself, I am deeply craving a meal that has nothing aquatic to it whatsoever."
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"I don't even think I want a glass of water." A beat. "Too dramatic?"
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"As long as you do not become dehydrated," was his thoughtful, pragmatic reply. "Sadly, man-- nor woman-- cannot live by liquor alone."
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"This feels weird," she admits, almost uncertainly. "It feels like coming home." She pauses, trying to decide what that means. "That's...so annoying."
i am the worst and slowest
"Not to me," he sighs. "But I am used to being an exile, as it were. San Francisco or Taxon, there really is very little difference.
"Where did you live, before coming here, Gwen?"
Nope me
"L.A," she answers, even if now it feels so far away, so long ago. "Moved there myself as a kid. Lots of business there. Plus it has a habit of collecting...the oddballs. People who would pay for services a freak like me could provide."
She gives him another look. "You think we're in the same universe?" she wonders.
I THINK IT'S STILL PRETTY CLEARLY ME but i love you
He shrugs one shoulder, slight displeasure crinkling the corners of his mouth at Gwen's word choice for herself.
"I do not know. I suppose I have heard nothing so far of your world that might rule it out... but it was only 1983 in my world, when I left it." His lips curve into a thin, slightly-teasing smile, and he gives her a sly sidelong glance.
"Were you even born yet, you impudent child?"