[open] This town, honey, is a dead town

[immoralflame]

Who: Sol, Queen, and open
When: Evening of the 9th
Where: Somewhere with food and booze in the bubble and an "outdoor" area.
Style: Adaptable
Status: Open! Even if Sol is made of alternating lineface and jackass.


Sol hunches forward, the movement profoundly lazy even as he scrawls something out in a notebook, glancing between it and the starfish communicator he has sitting in front of him, next to a short glass of half-melted ice and gin and an ash tray. His surroundings go largely ignored as the usual milling about and wandering for this time of day: people coming and going for their meals or walks or whatever their preferences, and Sol's more absorbed in the music he has going in his headphones anyway. Right leg just above the ankle crossed over his left knee, he's into it enough for his foot to bob in time with it. Little sways here and there with how he moves and adjusts while writing, someone comfortable in what they're working on. Or at least relaxed. It's a bizarre thing, since research and data collection isn't something he's really done in... well, years. But between perusing the network for posts concerning the way Vatheon operates, for things he missed while comatose, and as far back as he can go, the rest of the world's shut off, too, and that contributes a lot.

Sadly, he's also made himself the perfect target for interruption.

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[immoralflame]

Sol nodded his head once, almost in a knowing way and sort of as if to wave off whatever she thought she had to be sheepish about. Not like he'd specified anything, either. But he glanced up at her with the mention of "the academy", curious for a moment before realizing there's really no point in that line of question.

Pft, like he had a line of questions at all. Groping in the dark. Maybe, though... Find a few other minds broad enough to look into this. Can't use the network, though. No trusting that. Still pretty sure it's monitored. Rapid fire, rapid fire--find some place to stop because she's talking again.

"Gin." Simple answer, simple drink, largely simple man. He wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to not have to expend energy to accomplish something.

[booyaka_boom]

Selphie just stared at Sol for a moment - he sure seemed like the kind of guy that even if he delivered one word sentences, there was still all sorts of who knew what going on inside his head. She smiled a little at that, and just nodded to show she'd got his order.

When she returned, Selphie carried a glass in each hand, one a champagne flute of fizzy pink stuff with raspberries on top and umbrella. The other, gin for Sol, was in a tall glass with some lime, and two umbrellas - green and yellow. "Here you go!" She placed the drink in front of him, so sure he'll be charmed by the extra decorations she'd asked for.

[immoralflame]

Lotta thoughts when he wanted to have them, anyway. Rest of the time, just chuck everything out. No use being worn or weighted down by unnecessary things. Unnecessary was also the fact that Selphie up and getting him a drink, but if she wanted? Not gonna stop her.

Sol arched a brow at the umbrellas, amused and not really trying too hard to hide it. Didn't bother taking them out, either.

"Really?" He held up the glass with a faint laugh in his throat, shaking it a bit so her little decorations shifted with the movement.

[booyaka_boom]

Selphie couldn't look happier with Sol's reaction - she wasn't quite sure what he would say or do, but this was definitely better than she thought it would go. She smiled to herself, and nodded, "Really, really! It's cute, right?"

Giggling, she lifted her glass and leaned across the table with it, "Cheers!"

[immoralflame]

Jesus, kid. Well, at least the smile's better'n some of the expressions that've crossed her face in the past ten minutes or so.

"S'long as it tastes th'way it should," he offered in return. "Cute" wasn't exactly his thing, if it wasn't obvious by now, but humouring her was easy enough. He met her partway while she reached across the table, minimal effort. Not like he reached very far, just enough.

[booyaka_boom]

"It should! It'll be exactly what you want, just dressed up loads prettier! Everything is better if it's nice to look at, right?"

Selphie is definitely not a shallow person, when it comes to it. But she certainly is attracted to anything that is brightly coloured or cute to look at. She grinned as she sipped at her own drink, smiling at its fruitiness. "Yup! Perfect!"