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ataraxionlogs2015-02-24 06:03 pm
heartchart) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-02-24 06:03 pm
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OPEN-A-ROONI
CHARACTERS: Eiri Yuki and whoever is foolish enough to approach him. (WIDE OPEN)
LOCATION: the bar
WARNINGS: drunkenness, foul language, everybody's favorite asshole being a giant baby
SUMMARY: Eiri gets drunk and feels sorry for himself.
NOTES: he's a giant dick I'm so sorry.
In the few months he's been here, Eiri has been roughly keeping track of time by keeping something of a hastily scribbled chart on the wall by his bed. He has no way of knowing how time passes here, or what factors are at play, but as far as time back home goes, it's not so hard to figure out. He may have no idea what the timeline is here, since he goes unconscious in a pod once a month, but back home he's been able to roughly assume that it's been a few months and therefore it would be late February.
And so, he's having what one could grudgingly call a birthday party for himself. Which turns out to be sitting in the bar as far away from everyone else who's there as he possibly can be and getting incredibly drunk. It takes a lot to get Eiri Yuki drunk, and so there's a rather impressive selection of empty beer cans and a half-finished bottle of scotch on the bar top in front of him. Currently he's sitting with his head in his hand, working on a glass of scotch with...god knows what mixed in, and he's scowling deeply at the wall behind the bar in front of him and missing Shuichi (though he'd never admit it) and just generally feeling sorry for himself.
LOCATION: the bar
WARNINGS: drunkenness, foul language, everybody's favorite asshole being a giant baby
SUMMARY: Eiri gets drunk and feels sorry for himself.
NOTES: he's a giant dick I'm so sorry.
In the few months he's been here, Eiri has been roughly keeping track of time by keeping something of a hastily scribbled chart on the wall by his bed. He has no way of knowing how time passes here, or what factors are at play, but as far as time back home goes, it's not so hard to figure out. He may have no idea what the timeline is here, since he goes unconscious in a pod once a month, but back home he's been able to roughly assume that it's been a few months and therefore it would be late February.
And so, he's having what one could grudgingly call a birthday party for himself. Which turns out to be sitting in the bar as far away from everyone else who's there as he possibly can be and getting incredibly drunk. It takes a lot to get Eiri Yuki drunk, and so there's a rather impressive selection of empty beer cans and a half-finished bottle of scotch on the bar top in front of him. Currently he's sitting with his head in his hand, working on a glass of scotch with...god knows what mixed in, and he's scowling deeply at the wall behind the bar in front of him and missing Shuichi (though he'd never admit it) and just generally feeling sorry for himself.
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Bam.
It's been awhile since she's arranged the meeting in a place like this in one of the upper decks. She figures she'd try to take a breather after her "shift" was over. These days she's found that she doesn't care that much to be alone.
There are usually people at the bars, right?
Not even really paying attention to which one she's headed, she finds that grumpy blond guy from a few jumps ago.
She doesn't really greet him. Not yet, as she approaches his bar and picks out a bottle of dark lager from the nicely stocked shelves.
"Don't still think you're kidnapped, do you?" Rey asks as she pops off the lid of the bottle.
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"Well I'm here. Against my will. So." A beat, and he drinks deeply from his glass, brow still furrowed, and his free hand massages his temple because wow he's getting a headache from hell. He always does when he gets upset. "I'd call that kidnapping. Might be a little rusty on my Webster but I'm pretty sure that's the gist of the definition."
He does pride himself at being better at English than most Americans he knows.
"Have you decided to drop the practical joke about us being in space yet, or am I gonna have to drop-kick you into the sun?"
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Point taken. You win that one, Eiri. After being here for so long, it's easy to forget that.
"That would be a negative," she says, setting down the bottle on the counter so she can fish out one of Netherland's cigarettes from the tech pocket in her pants. "Do they have the sort of technology they have here where you're from?"
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"But that doesn't mean we're in space. Just because advanced technology isn't readily available to the masses doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Shit being more advanced than what I'm used to doesn't mean I'm in space. Nice try though." He lights a cigarette of his own and regards her with a kind of bored, sloppy drunkenness that usually ends with him making horrible decisions. Or crying.
"Not sure why you're so hell bent on convincing me it's outer space," he says after a moment. "Do you do this to everybody, or should I feel special?"
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"Not everyone is as adamant to deny what they see."
She would question it herself, if she hadn't already seen it all herself. After being to outposts and colonies, it seems pretty real.
Rey lights her own cigarette. Not with a lighter, but by cupping her hand over the tip of the stick. For a brief second, there's a flash, and smoke dances from her palm. She breathes it out through her nose.
Her hand is still warm. She wrings it, airing out the heat radiating from the skin.