exsiliumlogs | (no subject) (part 2)

[Utena is quick to let the woman go, and sheepishly takes a few steps back, raising her hands in a defensive gesture. This whole persuasion thing is definitely not going her way today, and upon realizing this is a transport she's grabbing onto, she's feeling more than a little silly.]

A-ah, sorry! I'm really sorry, honest...I thought you were one of the natives.

Mm?

[She's familiar with these stars, for the most part - even if the positions of this era don't line up exactly the way they do in her own, they're close enough for her to now which is which.]

Yeah, I am. You wanna sit down?

[He knows that very well.]

Better to just not ask too many questions here, huh?

I've got no fucking idea. [Well, that answers that question]

There are inns, you might be able to get a room if you're lucky. [She hasn't missed how shaky he is] What do you need looked at?

[The noise is luckily enough to catch Utena's attention, so she's not startled by Stephanie's approach, and is already turned in her direction by the time she offers her help.

Utena raises a hand in greeting and grins, a little embarrassed at her lack of ability to navigate the great outdoors.] Um, yeah. I'm not too good at this...

Eh?

[...Oh. Well, that guy's definitely not a native, cowboy hat aside. She blinks owlishly at him, and frowns, crossing her arms.] Well, I don't know what else to do. They keep calling me "little lady."

[An annoyed huff.] It's a pain. How are we supposed to help if no one listens?

What's the point?

[Asuka seems to be in a rather sour mood. She pauses and then eyes Utena, looking a bit confused.]

A... dress?

Oh, that's great, Kanaya! Congratulations.

[By now, with some help, she's got a fire crackling, and appears to be in pretty good spirits, despite deciding to rough it, so to speak.] I'm doing fine. It's really beautiful, y'know. All these stars...Exsilium's sky is nothing like this.

[Well, this woman certainly makes an impression, even though Utena is well, considerably taller. She immediately straightens her posture a little, but under the brim of her hat, her blue eyes are troubled.]

What do you mean by that? [...] Say, shouldn't you be in disguise?

"I've been getting that impression," Henry says, and he glances over at her apprehensively, meets her eyes through his--period-appropriate--sunglasses. "Which is why I've tried to spare you a certain confession I need to make, but it can't wait any longer."

We're supposed to be helping.

[And she looks a little offended. She's not (that) dumb...] I know it's a dress, but isn't it uncomfortable in this weather?

Yeah, but they're not listening!

[Oh, right. Asuka grimaces and tugs at the neckline with a sigh.]

Well, yeah. But I don't have anything else to wear!

In turn Jake was not all that certain about what you were supposed to expect from a the typical server, but he did have to give it to his waitress that she had impeccable manners as far as he was concerned! Nothing like the individuals he'd seen in certain food industry based flicks. Jake was pretty darned glad he'd decided to pop into this particular establishment.

"You could say that," he agreed as he sat up a little straighter to make himself look just a smidgen more presentable. She was being friendly and agreeable and he could at least look more attentive while she went to fetch him his drink, even if the task didn't take her long at all.

Jake made an attempt to nod in agreement while chugging down half the glass he'd been handed, before taking a deep breath and setting it down on the table so he could have a proper conversation.

"I'll say! I already know who's got my vote for sure."

Yes, perfect. He sounded confident, he could easily swing some favor for his man if he could just keep this certainty up.

Better to at least be used to having nothing concrete for an answer.

( She pulls a chair out for him at one of the small round tables further away from the window. It's cooler, not by much, but enough to be noticed here inside. )

Would you mind sitting for a moment?

[And just as Sheryl is about to hit someone with her fist, her forearm is suddenly released, just in time for her to crane her head to look at the culprit. Immediately, she changes her expression into one of sheepish surprise and lowers her arm, unclenching her fist.

Oh good, it's a fellow Transport, not a sleazy drunk pervert! She sighs in relief.]

Aah, it's all right. I thought you were trying to attack me, but I'm glad you didn't!

[She presses a hand to her chest, relaxing her shoulders at once as she regards Utena with a warning glance.]

Just don't sneak up on me next time, all right?

( Collette kicks up into a trot, a brief, jarring exchange before she lengthens her stride and takes off at the steady, rocking motion of a canter. The wind generated at their speed was still warm, but less so than the oppressiveness when simply sitting around. )

< We'll be there in no time at all! >

( She eventually kicks herself into an all out gallop, flying down the road and past the few fellow travelers out today. Clouds dot the sky, wispy things pushed along by winds they couldn't feel, cutting at diagonals to their progress across the desert landscape. )

I am, yes.

[ Her expression lessens in severity, though it's partly due to the gesture of respect. It goes a long way with Medusa, who gives Utena a small nod in return. ]

Queen Medusa, of the Inhumans and Kree.

[ To anyone else it might have been repetitive, but Medusa is proud enough not to care. ]

( he makes an amused huff at her assertion, but it's one of agreement. )

Something like that, I suppose. Thankfully, aside from the Pinkman trial, things have been fairly quiet.

( he wouldn't take credit for that; it's too soon for the police to make a huge impact, he thinks, and probably has more to do with fewer monsterchildren and gun-happy people roaming around lately. noticeably, at least. )

And yours? I hope you had a nice holiday.

( with how she'd been at the ball, that would've been nice for her, at least )

Oh - ( lksdjf she's looking away even! ) - Are you sure?

We're -

( and then she deflates at the next question, because hahaha that'd be nice, wouldn't it. more quietly, she goes on: )

That is, there are still problems...not everyone can get along, but a lot of people are trying.

[Billy nodded tentatively, signing back slowly---hey, he was rusty, but it had been an interesting time with one of the juice bar's regulars.]

Not well. A friend told me I had to learn more than L-A-T-I-N in school.

Did it? [ A thoughtful hum, and then she smiles a little. ] Good. I hope things are going well for you, now.

Kuroh averts his gaze well enough when the manhandling begins, his cheeks turning slightly pink in color.

And at Blaine's teasing, the saloon girl gives another chuckle. Settle? Oh, you. As the bartender refills the whiskey, she whispers back: "Maybe you can. But upstairs. Last door on the left." Content that she's successfully hooked this one, she goes about her business.

Kuroh lightly clears his throat, but keeps his eyes on his own drink. "...What about you?" Is he referring to Blaine's original query about the Initiative, or the prostitute's invitation? What an excellent question.

[Wow, he... Bowed. Mei awkwardly and quickly bows right back, not nearly as regal and proper as his bow was. While she's played the part of a princess before, she's never be bowed to before.

Its then that she attempts to get a good look at him. Of coursen the first thing that stuck out for her was his hands, and the scarring on his face. But it was rude to stare, so she looks away.]

Yeah. It doesn't seem like its working too well though.

[ For just a moment his smile is painted with...a touch of confusion at her description. Really, they just met, more like casual acquaintances than anything...oh well, no matter. ]

My name is Kuroh Yatogami. It's very nice to meet you, Emily-san.

You...are a Transport as well, correct?