JUNE OPEN LOG

[sailmods]

[but, hey: you shouldn't be left out of the camping fun just because you didn't think to sign up, or you only got here yesterday, or actually you only got here today and you have no idea what's going on! because the camp can come to YOU!

meaning, shortly after seeing the others off, Friday returns to the atrium and begins setting up a few items she's brought from... somewhere, one assumes? a pup tent. two sleeping bags. a tent stove. s'mores accoutrements. there's a fake potted plant that she decided looked enough like a tree. all pushed together in the middle of the atrium.

at her spot behind the desk, she looks visibly pleased with herself. she's doing her best.]

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[lachtara]

"You seem to be rather knowledgeable of where it is given how long ago you arrived." It's said with a knowing arch of his brow. Clearly, someone had wanted to 'explore' enough to have made a mental note on where to go.

"Come. Let us make our way." He turns in the direction of the Promenade. Or was it the other direction...? Hm.

[ktizo]

"I recall that much, but not much else I'm afraid. Though I do know that we can get to it via the lift..."

He takes Emet-Selch by the hand briefly to tug him over in the right direction, though considering there's a lift on either end of the ship they surely would have found their way there even if they went the other way. Of course he soon lets go, though deep down he wishes he didn't have to.

[lachtara]

There is notably no protest as he is led away from the 'camping' area. While Emet-Selch's frequent grumblings certainly make his displeasures known, his silence could often speak just as loudly. This serves as one of those very intentional allowances as he walks alongside his friend, hand in hand, giving their hands an endeared squeeze before he lets go. It's accompanied by the briefest of fond looks of encouragement before looking elsewhere. As if he could see such wishes as clearly as the colors of his soul.

He lets out a sigh as he puts a hand to his chin and examines some of the leaflets stuck to the nearby wall. Perhaps there is a map they could use posted on the wall...? "If there is any consolation, it is that you need not see to the strangeness of this ship alone."

[ktizo]

The look Hades gives him makes his heart flutter a little, and he looks away if only to hide his stupid smile.

"But of course. And the same goes for you, my friend... you needn't be alone if it doesn't suit you."

Emet-Selch has, of course, been alone for thousands of years. And so has Hythlodaeus, though he would argue his experience wasn't as harrowing. But knowing that neither of them need to be without the other anymore... it's a comfort.

But, ah... a map. Good. Hythlodaeus traces the path they must take with his finger, then nods to himself.

"All right, deck five it is... we can take the nearest elevator and be quite close."

[lachtara]

One could argue that teleporting them there would suit the purpose, but there's a charm to walking in the company of another that efficiency could not provide.

"Aye. I could be alone if it suited me." He repeats to deliberately point out the fact that he is not, therefore it does not. Yet another deliberate choice.

With that said, Emet-Selch briefly slips a hand around Hythlodaeus' waist to coax him in the direction they need to go before moving toward the elevator. "With me." It's a very quick and affectionate motion but not commented on further than that. "You have not told me where your accommodations are on the ship?"

[ktizo]

Hythlodaeus follows Emet-Selch with a smile, leaning into the touch before it's taken away.

"Ah, I am in cabin 139. I share with a fellow called Nostradamus. And yourself?"

If he wants to bother Emet-Selch, he needs to know where he stays. Though he could find him via soul sight easily, it's probably for the best that Emet-Selch tells him himself. Not everything has to be solved with his gift, after all!

[lachtara]

"Ugh." He grumbles in complaint. "I was provided a room, but I will not share a room with someone I know nothing of." And introductions to correct the problem? No thank you.

[ktizo]

"Why not? You may make a friend in the process. I believe Nostradamus and I get along quite well."

Well, they get along well enough for two people thrust upon a ghost ship from different times and places.

"Wherever will you sleep, then?"

[lachtara]

They reach the elevator and Emet-Selch presses the button to take them to another floor. Now they need to wait for it to arrive.

In the meantime, he shrugs his shoulders. "If I can't find something to my liking then I will create something to my liking." In other words he isn't entirely sure.

[ktizo]

"You haven't a clue, then. Noted." Shrugging in response, he smiles.

"Would that we could share a room together... alas, I don't think it possible. We will manage just fine, however. This I'm sure of."

It's not like they can't visit each other in their respective rooms, after all.

[lachtara]

Emet-Selch lets out an indignant huff in response and crosses his arms to match. It shows his displeasure with the statement well enough even if he doesn't remark on it. No, he doesn't know, but that doesn't mean he has to point it out so plainly.

The elevator arrives with a ding and he steps into it while expectantly waiting for Hythlodaeus to follow.

"Be that as it may," He motions his hand in the air and summons a simple shield spell around Hythlodaeus. Maintaining much more potent spells had never proved to be difficult, the least he could do is try and be cautious with someone so important. "I would rather err on the side of preparedness."

Perhaps the notes warning did have him somewhat...concerned.

[ktizo]

He smiles warmly at the spell- a thoughtful gesture, one that plainly shows that Emet-Selch cares. He waits for the lift to start moving before leaning against the wall, posture relaxed in contract to Emet-Selch's stiff stance.

"Are you expecting to be accosted on the way to get drinks? Well, I do suppose you have a point. It wouldn't do to let our guard down too much in such a strange place."

When the doors open again he steps out and waits for Emet-Selch to follow before looking around curiously.

"Now then, I am sure there has to be a place to get drinks somewhere around here..."

[lachtara]

Caution has not been something he has taken into great consideration in the past. Usually he had the advantage of time or immortality to consider. Here, though, he is quite aware that he has someone to lose. That more than anything will make him take considerations he might not have made before.

When it's over cautionary existence is pointed out, however, he merely looks off.

"This way." He says in an effort to guide the conversation (and the direction they head) away from having to answer the question he was asked. "Perhaps when we find you the drink you so eagerly seek, we should consider beginning with something easily consumed."

[ktizo]

"Something lighter, then?" He won't dwell on the topic of Emet-Selch being cautious if the other man doesn't seem to want to, as fun as it would be to tease him more. No response is boring, after all- Emet-Selch knows how to shut down Hythlodaeus' teasing remarks almost as well as Hythlodaeus knows where to prod to wind him up.

"Well, let's see... how about here?" The Drunken Sailor, it's called. It smells delightful in there- they clearly must do food as well as drinks, and that's enough to entice Hythlodaeus to drag Emet-Selch that way.

[lachtara]

Emet-Selch gives the restaurant a disapproving wrinkle of his nose. "Very well. We are not spoiled for choice, after all." There is nothing overtly wrong with this place - outside of the barstools that look wildly uncomfortable - it merely needs to prove that it lives up to his lofty standards. Which is nearly impossible to do.

He makes his way to the bar with the aforementioned stools and slips into one with a short section of counter; long enough that it would only allow one person to sit at his side. His friend being that one exceptional person that he would invite to sit there without complaint.

The menu is slid between the two seats so that both of them could see it. "Here is what they have on offer. Is there anything to your liking?"

[ktizo]

Hythlodaeus sits dutifully beside Emet-Selch and eyes the menu. "Well, you wanted something light... a cider wouldn't be a terrible choice." He's hardly going to get drunk off a few ciders, at least.

Especially not with the choices of food available. They can go somewhere later for the harder drinks, but for now he's content with cider and... hm, perhaps shepherd's pie? The description makes it sound appetising.

"Perhaps we could share this?" He points to the food on the menu.

[lachtara]

Emet-Selch's eyes quickly flick up at his friend when he mentions the idea of 'sharing'. Considering the last time they shared something to eat on their arrival, his mind quickly considers the possibility of Hythlodaeus trying to give him food again. And whether or not to spitefully accept such an offer. "Perhaps." He says simply.

Aside from that, he looks up at the bar around them. It's... empty, isn't it? At least, more empty than successful restaurants usually are. "The service leaves something to be desired. We may not 'share' anything if there is no one to provide it for us."

cw for alcohol just incase

[ktizo]

He shrugs. "Perhaps we're supposed to 'order' it the same way we 'purchase' goods. It's worth a try!"

Otherwise he isn't really sure what the actual point of this place being here is. He feels a little silly ordering from thin air but he hides it well, and once he's done he cants his head as two bottles of cider and two glasses float on over to the table and a shepherd's pie just... appears.

"Oh, that was fast." He prods at the pie with his fork. It's hot at least. Then he shrugs and pours himself some of his cider.

[lachtara]

The customs here are certainly tiring. "At least they are consistent in their absurdity." He remarks as he looks at the food that has appeared in front of them.

Emet-Selch picks up a fork to begin eating. Well. Almost. Instead of digging in right away, he picks up a fork full and offers it to Hythlodaeus with a flat look on his face, clearly in an effort to mimic their interaction before. How would he like it to be teased in such a way?

[ktizo]

Hythlodaeus blinks at the forkful of food before leaning in, making direct eye contact with Emet-Selch, and taking the fork into his mouth. Pulling back with the food, he smirks before humming, pleased.

"Mm, this isn't bad, you know!" He scoops up some on his own fork and offers it to Emet-Selch; he started it, surely he can handle being on the receiving end? Just two friends feeding each other, nothing weird going on here at all...

[lachtara]

His expression shifts - only just - as he maintains eye contact with Hythlodaeus throughout. Perhaps his friend didn't understand the worldly implications of such a gesture but he certainly does. It causes a sort of flutter in his chest, one that he aims to dismiss with a huff and glance in the opposite direction.

Emet-Selch lets his arm fall back to the table. He gives Hythlodaeus a disapproving glower as if he intends to dismiss the gesture he's given in return. But he leans forward and takes the bite that is offered to him in one quick - almost spiteful - motion.

"Now that you've had your fun, let us go back to eating like those with proper table manners," Emet-Selch says as he starts picking at the food with a fork again. Is he completely disregarding that he technically started it this time? Yes.

[ktizo]

Pleased that Emet-Selch took the food, Hythlodaeus smirks as he uses the same fork to scoop up more for himself. He gets the implications but with Emet-Selch, he feels they're close enough that it shouldn't matter. Also, he likes to test his friend's limits.

"Who is here to judge us, pray tell?" He takes another mouthful and sets about pouring his cider into a glass, and once he's swallowed he takes a sip. He'd ask if it was the implications that bothered Emet-Selch, but he's not quite ready to voice that question yet.

[lachtara]

"Me." He says firmly. "Concerning myself with the volatile interests of is much too bothersome." Maybe he would have been more conscious of how he appeared to others many thousands of years ago, but that has become less of a concern as time has passed. Or - at the very most - a situational concern.

"In my judgment, I know that I am capable of doing it myself. I'm not a child." He takes a glass all the same and takes a drink. It is certainly not about the judgment of others, but more a habit formed in years long past to be cautious with 'vulnerabilities'.

[ktizo]

Hythlodaeus shrugs good-naturedly. "Then I shall never again assume otherwise. Satisfied?"

He can't say he's personally satisfied with the option to not tease him over it any more, but he doesn't want to push it too far.

"In any case, how would you rate the food? I rather like it, personally." Though Hythlodaeus has never been fussy, really. He's not hard to please.

[lachtara]

Though the obvious answer to that question is 'yes', he can't help but wonder why he feels so conflicted about it. He'd gotten what he wanted without struggle. So why? Hm.

"Mmm." He says as the verbal equivalent to a shrug while he continues to eat. Emet-Selch picks at the food with his fork. It's not dissatisfying, but her certainly has tasted better. "You have much to catch up on in terms of cuisine." That is all he says on the matter.

Emet-Selch gives him a look and his tone changes to something infinitely more heartfelt. "Many new things have passed you by since the days of antiquity, but I shall see to it that you see them all regardless of our confines."