[OPEN] Newcomer Getting His Sea Legs

[sixthdeadliest]

Who: Six, OPEN
What: August catch-all
Where: All over the ship
When: All of August
Warnings: Six is a former mercenary assassin who only recently quit the business from his own perspective thanks to losing six years of his memory. He's also never had a vacation before and has quickly decided that they're overrated.


[Wandering Around]

The best thing to do in unfamiliar territory is to scope out the situation. There really aren't many places to stalk around here (surprisingly enough) but things are so spaced out that he isn't sure if there just aren't that many people on board overall or if the ship's even larger than he'd originally thought. Or both.

He eyed each new place warily, eyes darting about the space behind the sunglasses. He didn't trust any of this nonsense right now, to be honest.



[Gathering Necessities]

He wasn't sure if he should be insulted that the tacky clothing shop had so many green suits in his size. However, with no way of getting his combat armor back that he could see, the slightly-familiar suits would do.

With a couple of extra suits in hand, time to gather the rest of what he absolutely needed.



[People-Watching]

In trying to learn more about the ship itself, it was equally important to learn about who was on the ship.

Six could sometimes be found on the outer fringes of an occupied open area, watching people coming and going. It was probably a bit creepy...not that Six would be bothered by such a thing.



[Meeting the Roommate (Private to Prisoner Number 6)]

The doors to the cabins were heavy. It made sense given if water had flooded the room, the space would need to be sealed off before flooding the rest of the ship. At least it'd be easier to tell if someone was trying to break in.

He looked around the space, seeing no one else but clearly seeing evidence that he wasn't going to be alone now that he wasn't being more or less dragged about to the safety drills.

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[Gathering Necessities]

[makesomedeals]

Maximilien has had more than enough of the Tommy Bahama, the polyester clothing, the oversized floral prints, everything about it screaming horrific fashion for people to wear on Florida golf courses. But he does occasionally walk past it on the off chance that perhaps it's turned into a fine tailoring shop.

No such luck today.

But there is someone else he's not seen before, someone in a suit, which is a nice change of pace from the majority of people here.

So Max, in his $90,000 suit and gold plated metal joints in his fingers, decides to make his presence known. As if it can be avoided being that he's an entirely metal being with glowing red eyes.

"Ah, you must be new here."

[sixthdeadliest]

What might be surprising to Max is that Six doesn't flinch at a man made of metal. Instead, he simply took a moment to study the man, making mental notes of where weapons might be hidden.

"That obvious?" he asked somewhat dryly.

Honestly, the ship seemed overall rather empty. People probably could pick out who was new and who wasn't fairly easily as a result...assuming they ever managed to cross paths with most of the other "guess".

[makesomedeals]

"Quite. For starters you're not wearing anything tropical." Somehow he'd managed to convey the essence of shuddering while saying that. Clearly his opinion of the Tommy Bahama was less than favorable. Meanwhile, the white diodes set in his red eyes flicked over Six, gathering data.

"My name is Maximilien."

With how tailored the suit Max was wearing fit him, it'd be impossible for him to hide anything bulky under it, but that didn't mean he was unarmed.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six wrinkled his nose a bit at the suggestion. He would need to be unconscious before anybody could force anything tropical on him.

"Six."

Honestly, Six was very familiar with how easy it really was to hide things away in a well-cut suit. He had several shuriken in the pockets and two katanas up his sleeves, after all.

[makesomedeals]

Well that is a secret agent name if he ever heard one.

"How very clandestine." His tone casual. "And where is it you come from Six?"

[sixthdeadliest]

It was a title more than a name, but Six wasn't about to argue the point. Particularly given he wasn't sure if it was accurate here.

"A version of Earth. Where are you from?"

[makesomedeals]

"Monaco."

So, Earth. He's just needlessly specific. "In 2076 to be exact."

[sixthdeadliest]

"A bit after my time. Assuming we're from the same Earth to begin with."

Which he sincerely doubted.

[makesomedeals]

"Likely not, so far I've not encountered anyone else from my specific reality. Though there were some that were close. Adjacent I'd say." There'd been a time where he and Ekko were talking about things so similar that they'd almost thought they were from the same place, other than the location names.

"But there are many from Earth. Or a version of it."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Maybe the Captain's taken a liking to it."

Said with the driest sarcasm ever.

[makesomedeals]

"Delighted to discover that the inhabitants of Earth make the best batteries for a magical being who's planning to empty us of essence and discard the husks. Truly there's no higher honor."

Dry sarcasm meet the complete robotic monotone of Max's voice.

[sixthdeadliest]

"I wondered how all of this was powered," Six said, tone still quite dry.

Dark humor. A staple of every mercenary.

[makesomedeals]

"Well let me be the first to congratulate you on becoming a human energy source."

Two can play at this dry humor thing.

[sixthdeadliest]

"Much appreciated."

A little smirk of amusement crossed his lips.

"So is passing by the tacky clothing shop in a suit worth a small house looking for newcomers your hobby or...?"

[makesomedeals]

"I'm perpetually hopeful one day it becomes something else."

It's entirely possible since it's his fault the Tommy Bahama appeared in the first place. However; he's not going to admit that.

"There's not much else to do with my time really."

Huh. Never got the notif for this. Sorry.

[sixthdeadliest]

"How likely would that be?"

Because this place seemed to run on spite.

[makesomedeals]

"Improbable but not impossible. These two stores," He gestures to the ones on either side of the Tommy Bahama, "used to be next to each other. When this one showed up it wedged between them in complete defiance of physics."

The way he says that implies that it has personally offended him.

[sixthdeadliest]

"And no matter how far you walk into it, you never reach the back wall."

He'd noticed the impossible space. Largely because César had made it a point that he knew about it.

[makesomedeals]

"No, and we did some reconnaissance earlier to see if there were any patterns to the clothing or if it ever ran out of items, neither occurred. It simply goes on infinitely. Or as close as to be the same, I walked straight back for an hour and that's all I'm willing to suffer."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six quirked an eyebrow, smirking a bit. "Couldn't stand the visual assault anymore?"

[makesomedeals]

"I believe there's a fatal limit to exposure to polyester and I was nearing that point." He sounds like he's not even joking, what if some of that touched him?

[sixthdeadliest]

"If you hate polyester that much, I wonder what you'd think of a Naugahyde."

[makesomedeals]

"I'm hesitant to ask what that is if you think they're similar."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Artificial leather. Knit material on one side, PVC coating on the other."

Enjoy that horrible thought.

[makesomedeals]

"Why would you do that."

In the same tone he might ask someone about war crimes.