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ataraxionlogs2013-06-15 06:34 pm
shoyu) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-06-15 06:34 pm
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so let's raise the bar
CHARACTERS: Soysauce & open!
LOCATION: Kitchens, oxygen gardens and hallways.
SUMMARY: Trying to stay optimistic and light-hearted.
NOTES: Open for any time until next jump!
[ soysauce is a little thick sometimes; that's difficult to deny, and he's even willing to acknowledge it himself. but that doesn't mean he's ignorant to the constant danger present aboard the tranquility. he's definitely aware of how the ship can warp at any moment and throw everything into chaos; whatever atmosphere of peace that may rest over the ship at the moment is temporary at best.
but -- isn't that all the more reason to make the best of it while it lasts? he's never been good at remaining serious for too long, always searching for a silver lining to any exhausting situation, trying to keep spirits up no matter how difficult the situation. and so Soysauce spends his days cheerfully, offering the brightest smile he can manage to anyone who might meet his gaze. whenever he's not on security duty, he's out and around -- keeping himself occupied in the most high-spirited way he can. ]
kitchens ;
[ he spends a fair amount of time in the kitchens. it's peaceful there, and he likes to cook extra food whenever he can -- leaving it in the fridge in little containers, marked 'free for taking.' (he knows a few people here probably can't or won't cook -- no shame in that! -- so he'd like to make their lives just a bit easier.)
people walking by the kitchen might catch the savory scent of food cooking, the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking. but they might also hear the lilting noise of cheerful whistling and humming, and maybe the sounds of shoes tapping lightly against the floor -- when he's waiting for things to simmer and cook, soy sometimes spends his time dancing. always keeping himself occupied somehow or the other. ]
hallways & gardens ;
[ he tends to be a bit less productive in the evenings, though. (words can't describe how much soysauce misses his home at times. the busy streets, the bright lights, the bustling nightlife of beacon -- things he holds dear to his heart and can't find anything even close to aboard the tranquility.) never content to just sit still anywhere, even while intoxicated, soy takes to wandering around the ship -- cheerfully waving and chirping at anyone he recognizes.
whiskey bottle in hand, cheeks slightly pink, pleasantly light-headed from the alcohol swimming in his veins, soysauce walks the hallways without any real destination, often ending up roaming the gardens in search of some poor person (victim?) to talk to. ]
LOCATION: Kitchens, oxygen gardens and hallways.
SUMMARY: Trying to stay optimistic and light-hearted.
NOTES: Open for any time until next jump!
[ soysauce is a little thick sometimes; that's difficult to deny, and he's even willing to acknowledge it himself. but that doesn't mean he's ignorant to the constant danger present aboard the tranquility. he's definitely aware of how the ship can warp at any moment and throw everything into chaos; whatever atmosphere of peace that may rest over the ship at the moment is temporary at best.
but -- isn't that all the more reason to make the best of it while it lasts? he's never been good at remaining serious for too long, always searching for a silver lining to any exhausting situation, trying to keep spirits up no matter how difficult the situation. and so Soysauce spends his days cheerfully, offering the brightest smile he can manage to anyone who might meet his gaze. whenever he's not on security duty, he's out and around -- keeping himself occupied in the most high-spirited way he can. ]
kitchens ;
[ he spends a fair amount of time in the kitchens. it's peaceful there, and he likes to cook extra food whenever he can -- leaving it in the fridge in little containers, marked 'free for taking.' (he knows a few people here probably can't or won't cook -- no shame in that! -- so he'd like to make their lives just a bit easier.)
people walking by the kitchen might catch the savory scent of food cooking, the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking. but they might also hear the lilting noise of cheerful whistling and humming, and maybe the sounds of shoes tapping lightly against the floor -- when he's waiting for things to simmer and cook, soy sometimes spends his time dancing. always keeping himself occupied somehow or the other. ]
hallways & gardens ;
[ he tends to be a bit less productive in the evenings, though. (words can't describe how much soysauce misses his home at times. the busy streets, the bright lights, the bustling nightlife of beacon -- things he holds dear to his heart and can't find anything even close to aboard the tranquility.) never content to just sit still anywhere, even while intoxicated, soy takes to wandering around the ship -- cheerfully waving and chirping at anyone he recognizes.
whiskey bottle in hand, cheeks slightly pink, pleasantly light-headed from the alcohol swimming in his veins, soysauce walks the hallways without any real destination, often ending up roaming the gardens in search of some poor person (victim?) to talk to. ]
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But no. That's not helping at all. While he eats, his free hand clutches at his chair, rhythmically dragging his fingernails against its surface over and over again. If the chair were wood there would be splinters and slivers littered all over the ground, but all he has to show for it now is a soft scraping sound and a hefty dose of his usual fumbling--with words, with actions, with everything.
Subtlety is...not really one of his strong points sometimes.]
I was in my room a lot. [That much he manages to say between bites, his voice low.] With Konoe. For a while.
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Ah! I wasn't aware you and Konoe were partners!
[ well, that's what he's guessing, at least. he's already learned of the 'heat' that ribika go through from bardo, and he probably should have connected the dots sooner. chewing on his spoon, soysauce muses partly to himself, ]
-- in hindsight I suppose I should have guessed it sooner. It just hadn't ocurred to me, but it seems quite fitting.
[ another little pause as he thinks back to the hints he probably should have picked up in the past, before he perks up. giving a slightly awkward laugh, gesturing with his spoon. ] Ah, I'm sorry, please stop me if it's impolite for me to mention these things?
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He very nearly avoids spilling the next spoonful all over himself.]
It's fine. [And he's telling the truth when he says that.]
He's... I'm his Touga. When we fight, he sings to make me stronger. I'll never lose if Konoe is singing for me. [He's got a scar over his shoulder that tells otherwise, but his belief--not confidence in his own ability as much as absolute faith in the strength Konoe gives him--is genuine.]
I like to spend time with him sometimes. [Sometimes meaning all the damn time, but he'll leave it at that, unaware of Soy's own experiences during solstice-time. And just in case he gives the wrong impression or looks suspicious of having skipped his duties--] But I still did my patrols. Every morning.