September Catch-All [OPEN]

[be_seeing_you]

Who: Number 6 & YOU
What: Trying out the new fencing gear he got, drawing portraits, casino daydreaming, trying to steal jewelry & more!
When: September 1st for fencing, thru the month for other prompts
Where: All over the ship, see individual prompts
Warnings Potential for violence, alcohol/smoking, will warn for more as necessary



Challenge him to a friendly duel

When the notification comes that he has a package waiting in Sundries, he has no earthly idea what to expect. But, he must say, once he's torn the nautical paper off to find a fencing practice kit inside, he is rather pleased. Well, with one exception. The Epee he's been provided is neither blunted nor is it tipped with plastic the way it should be for safety. It very much seems to be a live and dangerous blade. Admittedly, he's not too sorry to have a functional weapon given the characters around here, but it means he'll have to be especially careful when practicing with it.

He's up on the sports deck making use of one of the empty tennis courts as his makeshift practice arena. In the absence of a tip protector, he's wrapped some gauze and medical tape from the infirmary around the sharp tip in an effort to achieve close to the same effect. That way, when he stabs the wall at the back of the court, it leaves slightly less of a divot.

He puts himself through some familiar drills, re-familiarizing himself with his technique and generally working to improve his stance and remember his form. It's clear just from looking that he's had some experience with this. If only he had a proper partner to fence, alas.


Have your portrait drawn

He doesn't tend to flaunt it often, but Number 6 actually does have a bit of talent for the arts. Perhaps he's not the most creative of minds, but he's rather good at capturing likenesses in portraiture. So, on various days and in various places throughout the ship, such as the dining hall, the sports deck, the library, and even in some of the pubs and bars (or anywhere, your choice), he will sit himself down quietly in the corner with a pad of paper over his knee and a pencil in hand. Anyone who catches his interest may become the new subject of his drawing. For the most part, they are flattering renditions. He doesn't mind if someone wants to observe, he'll simply nod to them and keep scratching with his pencil until he's satisfied.

Once he completes his drawing, he'll approach his subject and hold out the sketch to ask, "Excuse me, I wondered if you might like this?"


Lost in the game

With a cigarette in hand and whiskey in front of him, he sits at one of the blackjack tables idly playing against an invisible dealer. It's hard to tell if he's enjoying himself. He's got a far-off look on his face as he idly scratches the table to request another "hit." Win or lose, he doesn't seem to have much of a reaction. His mind is obviously elsewhere. He's so zoned out, in fact, that on this rare occasion even someone who isn't particularly stealthy might be able to sneak up behind him unawares.


Jewelry shopping

Right. The time has come to investigate that jewelry store. Why is it that no one is allowed to take anything? Of all the places on this ship, why there? He can be found bending over the displays, scrutinizing the various pieces through the glass. There doesn't appear to be any way to get at them. Not any way that doesn't involve a bit of violence, that is. So be it.

He goes, briefly, to the nearest bar and brings back with him one of the bar stools. Raising it over his head, he prepares to bring it down on one of the cases. Little does he know, that won't be enough to shatter it no matter how many times he bashes the glass.

But, he has to try.


Wildcard!
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Challenge him to a friendly duel

[saltwaterlungs]

A pity he has no partner to practice on indeed. Soon to be solved, however- the sports deck is where Darcy usually trains (usually with Izzy, though not at the moment) and she also received a couple of fencing jackets and masks in her sundries package. It's been a while since she practiced saber as a sport in specific and not just swordplay more broadly, and seeing someone else in a fencing jacket very briefly fills her with elation before she realizes who it is.

"Oh, it's you," she says, already sounding disappointed, making her way over to the other side of the deck for her own drills, "I didn't realise you fenced."

[be_seeing_you]

"So sorry to disappoint you, Miss Darcy," he replies with fake sweetness.

"Oh yes. I qualified for the Olympics, in fact." He swishes his sword up in a salute, then down. And that done, he takes off his mask so he can speak with her more directly.

"I'm pleased to see you looking well. All healed up I take it?"

[saltwaterlungs]

Of course he did. Of course this asshole qualified for the Olympics, you know, the thing that she's been working towards for her whole life thus far. God what a prick. Darcy makes a disgusted noise at the 'miss' and purposefully doesn't take her mask off, though she salutes back almost on instinct. No yellow cards here, but she's not going to be a bad sportsman just because she hates him.

"You know people only say they qualified if they didn't go and win anything, ehn?" delivered as flat as she can, in part to hide her jealousy.

"No I'm bleeding out right now, I thought I'd just go train and make it worse," she shrugs as she dips into some lunges, "Do you want a bout while we're both here?"

jewelry.

[opheliac]

(jinx is wandering around the ship because...well, what else is one to do on a ship? one would walk until something catches their interest. at least, that's how jinx tends to live her life here. and just so happens, she comes across something that is very interesting. that interest being someone trying to crack into the jewelry cases to get those pretty gems and what not.

come to think of it, the last time she was in here was when she shot jenny. boy, that certainly was a long time ago. back when she literally pointed her gun at every thing that moved or pissed her off at the slightest. man, she had really grown since then. when was the last time she just randomly drew her gun at people? jinx really can't remember.

anyhow, while six is doing this thing -- jinx will take a seat on the floor at the door way, cross legged to watch in amusement.)

Re: jewelry.

[be_seeing_you]

[He's a couple of good whacks in with the stool before he actually turns to engage with his new observer.]

You aren't who I was expecting to show up.

[opheliac]

Huh, why's that? — You're tryin' to steal somethin' aaaaannnd that happens to be one of my favorite things to do.

(with a smile, she grants him a nonchalant shrug.)

'Sides, I couldn't break in those suckers when I tried. So hey, maybe you're able to do somethin' that I can't. I came to watch.

Jewelry shopping

[decohere]

"That's not the way to get into those," Ava says flatly, from the corner she hadn't been a moment prior. Not visibly, at least. Even from this distance, she looks tired, hair tangled, her posture slumped as she props her elbows upon one of the glass cases.

"What do you want them for, anyway?"

[be_seeing_you]

It's a good thing he's learned to recognize her voice by now or she'd be getting an unceremonious whack on the head with a thrown stool. Despite himself, her sudden appearance has spooked him enough that he flinches. That's the reason for his frown more than seeing her.

"We can't all pass through solid objects, can we?"

His tone and expression both soften a bit now that he's gotten a better look at her. Has she not been sleeping?

"I don't really want them. I want to see what will happen if I try to take them. never mind that, are you feeling all right?"

[decohere]

Yeah, she tends to earn that reaction more often than not.

"Ah, even these are off limits to me," Ava responds, demonstrates by bumping an otherwise intangible hand against the case.

She's uncertain how to answer, turning her face away as if hiding behind her hair might make it less obvious. As if he hasn't already picked up on her mood. She sighs. "No. But there's not much that can be done about it."

Portrait!

[makemeasong]

Clara's been sitting in the library, curled in one of the chairs and reading her favorite classic, Stoner. She's in comfortable clothes from Tommy Bahamas and she's completely absorbed until someone approaches her. Looking up, she smiles and then looks surprised that anyone would want to draw her.

"Really?" When she sees it her eyes widen. "Oh that's...no one's drawn me before." That she knows of, anyway. "This is..." She doesn't know what to say because it feels so odd to compliment herself, but. "It's beautiful, thank you." She looks up at him.

"And I'd love to keep it, thank you."

[be_seeing_you]

"You were so engrossed in that book you hardly moved, which made you an excellent study I must say."

The picture is hers, happily handed over. It warms him to see her favorable reaction. With what she had told him of herself on that first meeting, he's glad to give her a reason to smile.

"You are very welcome. Have you settled in all right?"

[makemeasong]

"I've read it maybe a dozen times, but it's my favorite. In the literature of my world, it's considered a classic. I think seeing it here was comforting." Maybe it shouldn't be; it's probably what the captain wants, but joke's on him because comforting things and being comfortable are two very different things.

"Been around a bit now, I've met other people. Don't have a horrible roommate, so that's good. And someone I didn't think I'd ever see again is here now." She can't help the small smile that curves her lips upward.

"Did you make it through that last..." she waves her free hand vaguely. "...event alright?"

jewelry

[killed]

Now, that's no way to go about things.

[ Hiyori steps around the case with his hands clasped behind his back. He'll be polite enough to wait for the other to make his attempt at least, not out of any malice but a simple curiosity to see if it'll work. Wouldn't it be wonderful if some anomaly caused the protection about it to fall?

He's never one to discourage such efforts. These little puzzles are meant to be solve. ]

I don't believe anyone's been able to find the right way to remove them as of yet... I wonder if we could simply take the whole case, then? You'd need a fair bit of upper body strength, but carving it out is always an option.

[ It might be entertaining if they could. It might be thrown into the ocean, or perhaps whatever excursion they're forced to endure next. ]

[be_seeing_you]

[Alas, the stool is destined to break before the glass is. A couple of hard smashes in, one of the legs separates from the stool and Number 6 is forced to stop to adjust his grip.]

I didn't expect this to work, but one has to try.

[He finally turns to give his full attention to this newcomer.]

I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?

[killed]

You're right. The worst thing that one can do is nothing at all. Those who fall nine times will still get up ten.

[ Well, it's a bit more complicated than that, but in this case it's better to be proactive. If one finds something to not work, then they can move onto the next, or it might spur some stroke of inspiration. ]

Ah, please forgive my rudeness. Sou Hiyori, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr...?

[skaikru]

The casino isn't a spot of much interest to Clarke. It operates under the same rules as the bars, and previous attempts to sit at the tables and bet with meaningless chips in an effort to familiarize herself with games of chance have always ended in a frustrating lack of participation from the shades playing dealer. Pirate Jenny had won her freedom (and lost everything else she ever loved) with a few hands of blackjack, and knowing the Captain's penchant for games and lack of originality, Clarke hadn't discounted the idea that the same situation may unfold during this rendition of his torture games. Ideally without handing him the soul of every other person on the ship first...

But what the ringing slot machines and green felt tables do offer her is a hiding spot. It's not somewhere many of her close acquaintances visit, and there's a corner at the far end of the gambling hall she's secreted herself in to trace magic sigils a few times before. That's where she's heading this day, a notebook, pen, gauze, and knife on her person. A figure at a table isn't necessarily a distraction — adults filter in and out of this place regularly enough — but drawing closer, this one proves to be one she recognizes. And who falls in the category of 'attempted to stop me doing something stupid', which puts a pause on her intent to practice blood magic some thirty feet away from his table right now.

Instead of turning on her heel and leaving before noticed however, Clarke instead creeps closer. Enough to watch a hand or two over Number 6's shoulder — long enough to watch him get to 19 with that last hit — before slipping into field of view. She won't sit at the table proper, but puts both hands on the back of the chair next to him and offers some (unnecessary) commentary.

"You're going to bust."

[be_seeing_you]

He turns sharply to look at her, belying the fact that he hadn't noticed her approaching. That fills him with further disgust for himself. He's let his guard down this much? She could have easily stabbed him in the back. Where has his vigilance gone?

"I hardly think you're the one to tell me not to gamble dangerously."

[skaikru]

Oh. Okay Sassy Mc-Angry Pants, if they're apparently jumping right into the dregs of their last conversation...

Clarke's eyebrows hike up at least an inch, a kneejerk flicker of surprise quickly giving way to utterly un-surprised resignation. Yeah, okay, that was fair. But still.

"Are the lives of fifty people potentially weighing on the outcome of this hand?"

Wildcard - Watching Number 6 Fence. Maybe they could spar?

[sixthdeadliest]

Since learning his roommate's profession, Six had been quite curious about Smith. Still, to keep the peace, he hadn't done anything like digging around in Smith's things, but he kept an extra eye out when he was out and about for his roommate.

The fencing thing? Did not see that coming.

He wasn't hiding. He honestly hadn't even expected to see Smith out here, much less with an epee in his hand. It somewhat reminded him of Dos though the Spaniard's weapon of choice was using his cane as both an epee and a rapier.

yeah, they could spar!

[be_seeing_you]

Number 6 is not the most trusting of souls, so he'd kept the more incriminating of his possession on his person regardless. But, he'd also set a few traps inside the room that seem like harmless enough piles of odd items, but that he would instantly know if any had been tampered with. So far, nothing. A good sign. It's a pleasant surprise to know his privacy hasn't been invaded for once.

That means, when he spots his roommate out on the deck, it's another pleasant surprise. He finishes his round of practice drills, salutes his non-existent battle-mate, and then pulls the mask off over his head so he can approach Six and speak.

"Any tips on my technique?"

[sixthdeadliest]

Mutual respect in action. Six didn't have much in the way of items for Smith to snoop around in otherwise he probably would've done the same thing in regards to setting up traps to check for tampering. They were both private men by necessity, and Six didn't have a solid reason to invade Smith's privacy. Best to let things lie.

"Honestly, nothing you'd likely find useful. I work primarily with swords, but none like yours. The most I know about fencing is from watching Dos practice and occasionally sparring against him."

Usually losing in that latter part. Dos wasn't ranked second for nothing.

portrait

[myagic]

Rita, sitting in one of the pool chairs under an umbrella and busy scribbling away in a book herself, doesn't notice that she's become an impromptu art model until the man comes over and offers her the portrait. She blinks at it, brows furrowed--sure, she can't deny that it...does look good? but--

"H-hey, you were just...watching this whole time? Creep." Yeah, he's getting the glare of Teen Judgement here.

[be_seeing_you]

Not exactly the reaction he was hoping to get, but he doesn't seem too ruffled by it. Her teenage glare has nothing on the kind of mature glare he could deliver.

"Well, I can hardly draw an accurate portrait with my eyes closed, can I? If you don't want it, I suppose I can simply keep it for myself." Wouldn't that be even creepier?

Portrait-adjacent

[serialskiller]

One of Murderbot's drones has been hovering in the air over Number 6 as he draws for the past hour or so. As you do.

[be_seeing_you]

Now that Number 6 understands what the drones are and that they are an extension of Rin, he doesn't mind them watching. He had promised to let the bot observe his drawing. Though, he did envision it being with Rin here itself. So, after he completes another of his sketches, he sets his pencil aside and turns to the drone.

"You could join me here personally, you know? You don't have to stay away."