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[magicmoment]

Who: Jasmine
When: Day 1, morning
Where: Jasmine car!!

[We've all got some DOORS TO WRESTLE WITH, huh]

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[s2g]

[ what's a guy gotta do to get a little shut-eye around here?

he feels. he'd stopped feeling a while back, stopped everything a while back, and yeah, slinging all that weight off had been hard to take at the end, there, the way it's always rough to finally stop resisting the force that'd been driving you all those years. but it'd been easy, too, because a little peace and quiet had been long overdue.

which is the polar opposite of what Wolfwood's getting right now.

everything comes back into focus like a fever dream; the setting, the sounds... and the first thing through his head after "goddamn it" is that he wants a cigarette. so anyone still in the car will find a tall and lanky man slouching in the doorway, looking keen and clear in the face of disorientation. ]

Oi. Anyone got a smoke?

[magicmoment]

I'm afraid not.

[this woman looking him over with concern and curiosity]

[s2g]

[ he's unhurt, and affecting a casual lean. but sharp eyes might notice that there's a bit of tension there in the shoulders, like his guard is still up.

'cuz it is. ]

Guess not. [ scrubbing the back of his neck, readjusting to the sensation. this isn't the place he'd been, not by a long shot—and he used to be pretty ace at those. ] Damn.

[magicmoment]

[yeaaah she's catching that his guard is up, but like. honestly? fair.]

It may not be impossible to find something as we investigate, so I'll keep an eye out for you.

[s2g]

[ a slight shrug ] 'preciate it.

[ he gives her a sort of... careful looking over, testing the weight of his theory on her. if this is the afterlife, it's not the afterlife he was in. and if she's dead, she's not as upset about it as a kid should be.

he lets his breath out slow. ]

Sounds like we're all treading water, huh. [ said very dryly for a man literally standing in an aquarium-turned-room. he keeps giving the glass mistrustful looks over her shoulder. ] What a damn pain...

[magicmoment]

[I should clarify that she's 20ish and icons are hard but yeah coping fffairly well?]

That's... certainly a way to put it, yes.

[s2g]

[ everyone is a kid. everyone but him. that's how this works. you're his kid now.

lifting the Chain between two fingers, like one might turn a playing card to his competitor to show off a lucky hand. ]

Seein' as we're brainstorming, [ seems to be sarcastic ] you got any theories on what this is supposed to be?

[ it reminds him uncomfortably of SEEDS ship tech. ]

[magicmoment]

It's... reminiscent of an orbment, but it must not be, since I also found an orbment in my closet...

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[s2g]

[s2g]

What.

[obsidien]

No. [It's a simple reply from the man so tall, his hair is almost flattened by the ceiling of the car.]

Ironic of you to ask for one, given the surroundings.

[All of the seashell decor and whatnot.]

[s2g]

[ it ain't often he has to lift his chin to look someone in the eye. he does that, then turns his head to actually take in the room for the first time. ]

...What the hell...

[obsidien]

[Sidurgu has to raise an eyebrow-- what little eyebrow he has, anyway.]

What is with that gormless staring?

[s2g]

[ bold of you to assume Wolfwood knows what gormless means.

tone conveys a lot, though. so do appearances. ]

A real charmer, ain't ya?

[ the hair gives him pause. everything else winds him up tense like a spring, underneath the deliberate slouch. ]

[obsidien]

Could say the same to you.

[Though Sidurgu really doesn't give a damn.]

[s2g]

Could you?

[ they make a great pair ]

[obsidien]

A real charmer, ain't ya?

[The effect might... be a little ruined with his accent, all soft R's and pronounced vowels. And the utterly deadpan way he said it with.]

[s2g]

[ don't laugh don't laugh. do not. laugh. ]

Your impressions could use some work.

[ but. he shouldn't be making enemies when he doesn't even have a gun to his name, so: ] Name's Wolfwood.

[voreaciously]

No, sir, I am afraid not.

[it's a terrible habit, anyway. at any rate 80H is dressed like she's headed to the beach because those are the clothes that were made available, but she gives this gentleman a onceover]

[s2g]

[ he's pulled on a pair pants for the sake of decency, though not after a furious, muttered search for his usual garb. it really makes the jellyfish top pop, you know? and he feels naked, holds himself taut. what's a gunman without his gun, after all?

shrugging like his mind isn't a dustbowl weathering the biggest storm it's seen in a while. ]

Worth a shot.

[ gesturing next to the aquarium decor, which he doesn't recognize as necessarily being aquarium decor—just that it's water, everywhere. makes his spine tingle in a way that's not wholly good or bad, but a mix of both. ]

I dunno about you, but the scene ain't exactly setting me at ease.

[voreaciously]

It will get better. I doubt we would be here for matter to be awful all the time, but that does not mean that we have leave to be complacent, either.

[No rest for the wicked, it seems. And, to be honest, the state of affairs is...unnerving to her, but she masks it with a blank face.]

[s2g]

[ girl's hard to read. he's used to being able to read people pretty well, even their silences, their blankness.

shifting... ]

As it happens, I'm not the complacent type.

[voreaciously]

Very good, then.

[she takes her skirts in hand and curtsies elegantly, dipping her head politely out of respect for an elder.]

I am 80H. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[s2g]

[ ...aw, hell. rubbing the back of his neck a touch awkwardly—which Wolfwood doesn't much like being—before holding out his hand. it's a rough, worn hand. ]

Wolfwood, at your service.

[voreaciously]

[She looks at the hand for a moment like what is she supposed to--oh right. She takes it in a firm shake.]

Ah, you remember your name. Do you recall much of your life, then?