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come_sailaway2022-09-01 10:51 pm
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September Catch-All [OPEN]
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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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!
Hit me up with anything! Feel free to plot with me over on plurk
no subject
So. This is him asking. "Would you like me to do one of you properly posed now?"
no subject
"Ew! No way, that's--it's weird, okay?" She can't even explain why she thinks it's weird--it just is! Even if art is a normal thing normal people do, it's...still weird. "Why me, anyway?!"
no subject
"Don't you think yourself an interesting enough subject for a portrait?"
no subject
"O--of course, I mean...if it were about my magic or research, instead of just--you can't just draw people if they're not doing anything!"
Nailed?? It?? That was perfectly logical, right?
no subject
"Why not? Many great works of portraiture feature their subject doing nothing much of note." He's happy to provide examples if she wants.
"That said, if you have some magic to show off, I can of course incorporate that." Now he knows she can do magic too, which probably wasn't her intention.
no subject
She pauses, actually considering his new offer, though. She's quite certain her magic looks impressive, and he did do a decent job with the portrait...perhaps she'd like to see what elegance he can capture when it comes to magic formulae. "...How fast can you do it? I don't want to stand here forever."
no subject
"If I do just a gestural sketch, it will be quicker but less detailed. Will that do?"
no subject
no subject
"What if you let me take your photograph to work off of and I deliver you a more flesh-out drawing in a few days time?"
no subject
...Which is why, after a long moment's consideration and a thoughtful hum...she agrees. "Alright. I suppose that's a decent compromise."
She steps away from her deck chair to give her a bit of space--better for casting. "You know how to take the picture, right?"
no subject
He stands, too, and slips the phone from his pocket. After a moment of fiddling, he has it ready to take photographs.
"Go ahead when you're ready."
no subject
"O mother praised for her indigo light, break apart and raise thy clear new voice..."
As she completes the incantation, she spins, pivoting rapidly on her toes before she straightens her stance and extends her arm--another glyph flashes briefly from her hand at the same time she cries, "Aqua Laser!" Immediately after, several geysers of water erupt directly from the deck, following a straight line in front of her.
She probably ends up upsetting several deck chairs in the process, but Rita ignores them and turns right back to him. "Got your picture?"
no subject
"Yes, I think so..." He's attempting to scroll back to check but, lord help him, this is still so unfamiliar. "Yes. Yes, I have a few good ones." And a lot of blurry ones.
"That's quite an impressive performance. Does it tire you to do it? Is there a limit to how often you can?"
no subject
"It's just like doing anything else--it takes effort and concentration, and it does cause fatigue after a while. But it doesn't take that long to recover, as long as I don't exhaust all my magic." And, like, sugar helps! Which is not at all a convenient excuse for her sweet tooth.
no subject
He shuts his phone down and slips it back into his pocket, now. "I appreciate the demonstration. Allow me a few days to compose something, and I'll come find you. It would help if I knew what cabin number to send it to."
no subject
Oh, that's right, he's still talking. "I'm in Cabin 110. Anyway--make sure capture how great it is, got it?"
She has very normal feelings about blastia-powered magic. Very normal.
good place to end?
"Practically next door neighbors. How convenient. Not to fear, I will be sure to do it great justice. You can count on me."
perfect!