A day in the Lights

[der_umgekehrte]

Who: Stildyne and YOU
What: A Day-in-the-life in Paris
When: The first day (and night) of port
Where: All over! Churches, cafes, clothiers and cruise joints.
Warnings: Not expecting any

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Evening - booze and cruise (La Marais)

[der_umgekehrte]

Stildyne had found a young man-- rather, the young man had found him-- who wasn't exactly a professional but wasn't a rank amateur either. The little blond had seen the color of his money from half a block away. Despite Stildyne's ignorance of the local tongue and the young man's only dubious standard they had reached a perfect understanding. Stildyne would go where he was told and pay what he was told to and the little blond would give him a fair chance at seducing him back to his hotel room.

--which is how Stildyne found himself dragged to what might have been every bar and club in La Marais, enjoying himself thoroughly, flirting badly and baldly, drinking, and meeting fascinating new people.

Re: Evening

[der_umgekehrte]

"Hard sorting out where the warden authority stops and friendship begins," Stildyne commiserated. "With no guarantees your position'll be respected." Oh yes. He knew. He tapped his glass lightly against hers. "You know it's no reflection on your performance?"

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

"Perhaps it'll settle. Everyone has their moments of doubt." She considered his statement.

"My performance may have to change some to be more effective. But when I tried talking to him like Severus would he thought I was angry at him."

Re: Evening

[der_umgekehrte]

"I wouldn't try to change your style," Stildyne said. "You've got your own ways of communicating disapproval. They'll be more effective if you're used to them. Pardon me." For a moment he was too strongly reminded of that lecture on how a mere human couldn't really know his manners, and he frowned. "Never mind me: I shouldn't be interfering."

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

"No no, you're not interfering, you're giving advice. It's up to me whether to take it or not. I'm glad you did. Having a think on this even now." She attacked her drink with much more gusto, tentatively finding her smile.

"My usual style can't work because it involves telepathy. Perhaps a compromise can be found. Well. I do have a few days to think the problem out!"

Re: Evening

[der_umgekehrte]

"That you do. And at present you're a free woman, which means that you're almost obliged to get drunk, gripe about it, and then distract yourself thoroughly. Etienne here knows... something like every club in the district, if colors and music are your speed."

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

"I suppose so! Though I am done griping. I run through uncertainty and grumpiness pretty quick. Up and out and back to being interested in the rest of the world and life.

"I'll get the next round. Etienne is a doll. I'll stick by you a little while, though I should probably drift off after an hour."

Re: Evening

[der_umgekehrte]

"He's easy on the eyes, certainly. And I think he's honest about his mercenary tactics enough to follow through tonight, and there's a bonus," Stildyne said lightly. "But stay and drink a while. We can talk. He can flirt."

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

"A little R&R's good for you." She has no problem with this arrangement, clearly. "I thought about it, but I am actually one of those silly romantic types." Her eyes twinkled now that she'd gotten her humor back.

"Might actually spend a good bit of time sleeping and meditating. Recharging."

Evening

[der_umgekehrte]

"There's something to tender care," Stildyne mused. "But if I were on leave from Ragnarok I'd likely be in a service house, and this is comfortable habit. And the best in indulging your habits, too. I wouldn't mind sleeping in a morning myself." He nodded. "There's a cafe near the center of town... good and quiet, spent the morning there, if you'd like to see the crowd without being in it."

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

"That sounds just lovely. I'll have to go looking. I much prefer to watch crowds than be in the middle of them." Another long swallow.

"Ragnarok was a great huge thing, right? Like a city in the sky?" Her curiosity was almost childlike.

Evening

[der_umgekehrte]

He chuckled. "Big, yes, for a warship. Hulking thing. But not populous. Ragnarok wasn't a popular ship. An experimental ship-- the last administration's pet project. Not well-loved by the current administration. So they parked undesirables and uncooperatives aboard, and left us under-crewed and under-supplied. Worse after Captain Lowden died, but only in some ways."

Which was as close as he'd come in public to out and saying that Captain Lowden had needed killing and that at times he regretted that he hadn't recognized the fact sooner, because if he'd done it, certain other parties would be under significantly less risk. Oh, well.

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

"That sounds like far less than ideal for you and the others. Though surviving it must have left you with some amazing stories. Unless they're all classified or something, of course.

"I'll trade you!"

Evening

[der_umgekehrte]

"Oh, the ship wasn't so dangerous. Wheatfields only occasionally went into murderous rages," Stildyne said almost cheerfully. "Saw some action, yes. But it was strange. Crews usually rotate more frequently, but people'd been assigned to Ragnarok because nobody else would have them. Working together so long-- you started to trust the people in your corner. It was a tight little bunch in the end."

Evening

[can_has_vodka]

"That reminds me a bit of the clan. We ended up very close because we didn't really have a choice. We weren't blood relatives, but we were linked in the mind and really only had each other. Among us the worst punishment was to be exiled." Another long swallow. She was really getting a taste for these Long Island Iced Teas.

Evening

[der_umgekehrte]

Stildyne took a swig of his, nearing the bottom.

"It wasn't a punishment that I left, but I'll admit I miss it. A bit. Even Wheatfields' surly self."