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genessia2018-08-08 09:50 am
framelessthird) wrote in genessia2018-08-08 09:50 am
001 // Video
[The feed opens not onto someone's face, but onto a view of one of the typical Genessia Commonspace rooms - and while this is the sort of thing that might happen by accident, the way the feed gives such a clear view suggests that this is deliberate.
Because, of course, it is. Just as deliberate as the forced calm in the voice that speaks: male register, adult-seeming if on the younger side and cool enough to ice a whole room even in the midst of summer. Someone is not pleased, but is at least not about to throw a tantrum over it.]
Might I ask who it was who decided that such...accommodation, loathe as I am to even call it that, would be a suitable offering to those of higher standing? Is it not enough that we are torn away in the middle of something actually quite important, that we are then to be faced with this insult of a gesture? I understand a need for incentive, to ensure that we do not remain reliant on whomever it was that brought us here, but surely the notion of homelessness after a time would be enough.
Not that I plan to be here any longer than is necessary, of course. But a little hospitality goes a long way towards improving one's mood, and I hardly think this can be truly classed as hospitality.
[No, he's not about to show himself or introduce himself in any way. That'll come later, once he has a handle on the situation.
And speaking of that, because of course he's already searched the network for any record of the other Hosts:]
Private voice to Kaoru Hitachiin and Haruhi Fujioka.
Would either of you care to explain what, exactly, is going on here? And I don't mean regurgitation of that hologram. What are they not telling us?
[He's happy he's not the only one here, really. This is just how he shows it.]
Because, of course, it is. Just as deliberate as the forced calm in the voice that speaks: male register, adult-seeming if on the younger side and cool enough to ice a whole room even in the midst of summer. Someone is not pleased, but is at least not about to throw a tantrum over it.]
Might I ask who it was who decided that such...accommodation, loathe as I am to even call it that, would be a suitable offering to those of higher standing? Is it not enough that we are torn away in the middle of something actually quite important, that we are then to be faced with this insult of a gesture? I understand a need for incentive, to ensure that we do not remain reliant on whomever it was that brought us here, but surely the notion of homelessness after a time would be enough.
Not that I plan to be here any longer than is necessary, of course. But a little hospitality goes a long way towards improving one's mood, and I hardly think this can be truly classed as hospitality.
[No, he's not about to show himself or introduce himself in any way. That'll come later, once he has a handle on the situation.
And speaking of that, because of course he's already searched the network for any record of the other Hosts:]
Private voice to Kaoru Hitachiin and Haruhi Fujioka.
Would either of you care to explain what, exactly, is going on here? And I don't mean regurgitation of that hologram. What are they not telling us?
[He's happy he's not the only one here, really. This is just how he shows it.]
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[He's playing it off as humility, but practically he just doesn't want to find himself too indebted to anyone at this early stage of his being here. Even if it will eventually no longer matter, it matters now and that is what he must focus on.
Still, he follows into the main lobby of the Planetarium, still taking in as much as he reasonably can for how much he's already having to process today. Even for him, there's a lot that's new and will need time to come to understand but he'll at least humour her in browsing the information stands.
Not necessarily for leisure, although there are a couple of cafes that catch his interest all the same - he has to eat, and though he won't admit it now he's going to be reliant on other means until he can get a better handle on cooking for himself. The casino brochure also catches his eye, though as he flicks through he doesn't linger on the actual gambling attractions. He's more interested in the structure of the business, honestly, though it's not an industry he knows well.
He's about to address Yang once more - no sense in keeping her time tied up when he'd quite happily spend the afternoon here learning about the different businesses and attractions of this city - when a loud ruckus from outside the building catches his attention. From where he stands now, the information racks obscure his vision slightly but his ears work just fine and either the participants are exceptionally loud or this incident is closer than he might reasonably like.
He does look to Yang, then, though his expression is more query - can she see anything more than he can and is it about time for them to make a sly exit?]
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[She breaks off at the sound of something exploding and the following sound of screaming and panicked citizens. Yang's face is serious just for a moment before she's strolling toward the doors.]
In fact, how about I cash in that favor now? Keep people from going outside, I don't want them getting caught in the crossfire.
[Her left fist closes as a series of hard, yellow plates snap and click into place to form a gauntlet from wrist to elbow. Her metal right arm doens't change much, but there's still a small whir of gears as a gun barrel clicks into place on the back of her wrist. Yang's steps are quick as she moves to the door, but she doesn't start running until she's outside. The last thing she wants is to start a panic inside the planetarium.]
[Once she's got some speed built up and her target in sight...a hijacked police hovercar from the looks of it that's banging into other cars and sending them spinning wildly toward the street and into buildings...she thrusts her arms behind her and double fires both gauntlet and arm gun to propel her skyward. People are turning to watch, even wandering closer to the street for a better look at their deputy guardian in action.]
[Kyoya won't be able to see much since she's taking the fight to the zooming car. Will he stay where he is and follow through on that favor, or will curiosity get the best of him?]
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Of course, that isn't to say he's going to just jump to someone else's command either. He does scout out someone who might work for the planetarium's security team - who, as it turns out, already seems aware that something is going on and is moving towards the doorways. Which is what Kyoya would expect, really - it's their job to protect their customers, not his.
And so with that all in hand, Kyoya simply returns to the information stand to continue his browsing, relaxing somewhat now that he doesn't have to concern himself with another's presence and the potential interruption to his reading.]
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[There's not much difference in Yang's appearance, save that her gauntlet is deactivated and she smells slightly of gunpowder and fire smoke. ...Geez, he's completely unruffled. And he wasn't playing security, so she's going to say he still owes her a favor.]
Find anything good?
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[He doesn't seem at all apologetic that he hasn't involved himself in whatever was going on. He isn't going to place himself in a situation where he'd only be in the way, not when there are better uses of his time right in front of him and staff paid to do the job that was needed.
He looks up, then, nose wrinkling at the hint of smoke.]
I take it everything is under control, now?
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Yup. We're good.
[Details schmetails, she gets the impression he wasn't all that interested and is asking only for the sake of small talk. Otherwise he wouldn't be calmly picking out brochures.]
Do you want to check out the next star show, or head somewhere else?
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I suppose that wouldn't hurt. Either way, I've seen all I need to down here.
[As to the rest, he figures she simply can't tell him for some protocol reason. And since it doesn't impact on him, he doesn't see a reason to push for details he might not be entitled to.
If it did impact on him, that wouldn't stop him. But that's not the case this time.]
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Sounds good! I've always wanted to catch one of these shows anyway. Gotta be strange to see the patterns of the stars and know it doesn't match the ones you're used to.
[She strides up to the counter and pushes some bills across.]
Two for the star show.
'Here you go, lovebirds!'
[The lady smiles beatifically. Yang doesn't bat a lash, and neither corrects her nor acts on it. She just grins and picks up the tickets, passing one to her 'lovebird.']
Shall we?
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There is only so much he will put up with for the sake of politeness. And not even the political advantages, whatever those might even be, are not enough for him to hold his tongue.
And so he steps back, arms folded as he regards Yang with a certain degree more of suspicion than he's shown before. When he speaks, there's a hint of ice to his tone - he's not bringing the full weight of his coldness to bear but there's no room to doubt that he's starting to see this in a different light, or at least with the potential to do so.]
Not just yet. For now I'm rather more interested as to why you have not seen fit to correct the misguided assumptions of this young woman here. A little presumptuous for a first meeting, no?
[When he speaks of the ticket-seller, his tone is less of a malicious misunderstanding and more of an idiot who ought to learn to hold her tongue when dealing with customers. That much, he's used to but he's more interested in exactly why Yang has seemingly not reacted and he will have no part in any scheme involving him which he has not had any input into.]
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You have no idea how much I want to tease you right now.
[Arms folded, she shifts her weight to the other hip with a bemused tilt of her head.]
Loosen up a little, huh? She didn't mean anything by it. I thought it was funny and a little endearing, so yeah, didn't bother me enough to make a big deal out of it. I'll let her know about the mistake.
[Such a fussy little guy! Yang saunters back to the counter, explaining the situation and jutting a thumb over her shoulder. The ticket seller's mouth opens as mortification washes over her pale face, resulting in Yang holding up her hands to stem the tide of apologies. A couple of embarrassed bows later, Yang returns.]
Better?
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Influential, Yang may prove to be but she is still a stranger. And with Kyoya still a little on edge about the situation overall - he never has been good with situations he doesn't have control over and this is leagues above anything he's dealt with before - it's only natural to him that he might not have the patience for dealing with anything that reminds him of just what he has to contend with here.
He doesn't respond to her comment about loosening up, simply watches as she goes back to the ticket seller. Who at least has the grace to realise, it seems, just why she shouldn't make assumptions about the people who pass through. It smooths over his frayed nerves just a little, enough that he will at least see this through if only to not waste what has already been spent.]
I suppose that's the best I can ask for, for now. Though perhaps a little training in reading body language wouldn't go amiss for these people.
[Yes, he's making a mental note to mention that to management at some point. In the meantime, he's striding ahead without really waiting for Yang - he has little doubt that she'll follow and the sooner he can get through this, the sooner he can make his excuses to find some time to himself and to process all of what he's seen and heard and plan for how exactly he's going to tackle this being dumped in a whole new world where he has to start from near nothing.]
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[She lets him pick the seat he wants and moves to sit on his left, arms loosely folded over her stomach, right leg crossed over the left. Being an expert in body language, he might be able to pick up on Yang's subconscious feelings.]
[Yang leans back to stare up at the ceiling, still white and dimly lit along the edges, as more people filter in. Part of her just wants to sit there in silence out of stubborn protest, because she's definitely not having fun. But she speaks up, partially due to wanting to keep at this until the mood improves, and partially due to being kinda bored.]
So how rich were you anyway?
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That's not to say he's not busy taking in the room they head into as he sits down, unable to help but consider the kinds of events one might hold in a place like this. Because of course, very rarely does he actually switch off and enjoy something without seeking out potential opportunities. So frankly, if she feels like filling the lull with sulking then that suits him just fine.
But then the silence is breached and his lips quirk to something less than impressed. The reminder of exactly what he's lost for being brought here is not exactly doing much to improve his mood.]
I'm not sure how that matters, since it has been made abundantly clear to me that it holds no relevance here.
[But that reaction alone probably speaks volumes for just how well-off he's used to being. He's not quite spoiled, but it still leaves him uncomfortable to find himself in such a disadvantageous position.]
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You don't have to bite my head off about it.
[She stands to her feet and stretches out her arms.]
Let's not do this today. I don't know if it's because you're stressed out and still adjusting, or if you're always this hostile and easily offended. But if neither of us are having fun, no point in suffering anymore, right?
[Yang turns to side-walk to the end of the aisle.]
If you're up for it in the future, let me know. See ya!