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Devero (EMID 771-Prosp0202-00745) ([personal profile] subcircuits) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2021-08-07 10:19 am

Catchall log for mid-Merriment, OTA!

Who: Devero and YOU
Where: All over the train
When: Merriment 17 through 21
What: Devero potters around the train, catching up on things and pretending he's not still really, really worn out from the mission.
Warnings: Recreational drug use in the luggage car prompt.


In the days following the platform, Devero is relieved to find that he's recovered enough energy to be able to stay awake for most of a day, and even to concentrate on projects again! The lassitude is hanging on to him longer than most, so he's still not quite is robust self, but he's present and working again. Between Merriment 17 and 21, he can be encountered all over the train.

Where does your character find him?


In the lab car?
Wait, since when is Devero glowing purple and semi-transparent? Come into the lab car on the right day at the right time and you'll find this specter moving about. Perhaps he's fiddling with a door latch, or you find him in one of the labs, picking things up and putting them back down again. There is absolutely neutral, lifeless expression on his face if you happen to catch sight of it, and-- Wait, is that some kind of glowing core in the middle of the shape?


In the training car?
Devero knows how to shoot a gun. Really. He swears. But if you happen in on him practicing his marksmanship with a sleek, futuristic rifle in his hands, it sure doesn't seem like it. He's visibly frustrated as he misses another shot, dropping the gun down from his shoulder and turning his back on his target. (Claudette tilts her head and chirrups. Does this mean the game is over?)

"Rust and ruin," he swears, shoving his wrap-around tactical Interface up on his forehead. "I'm never going to get the hang of this thing. I'm sorry, Entrapta."


In the library car:
Several weeks ago, Devero had snatched down the slip of paper that he'd tacked up in the standard car, the one advertising lessons in GSL-- Global Sign Language. The day of the platform, he'd tacked it back up again. Find him at the advertised time in the library, staring into the screen of his usual Interface. While he waits to see if anyone's going to show up, he's talking to himself.

You know, with his hands. How else? This is meant to be a sign-language lesson, after all!


In the music car:
As crowded as the train's been getting, the second floor of the music carriage is still a good place to slip away to if you're looking for (relative) privacy. Today, however, Devero's beaten you to it. If you don't notice right away that he's in here, though, that's understandable-- there's no music, no sound save for the whisper of his feet on the stage, the rustle of his clothes, and the occasional audible breath.

Despite the apparent silence, Devero is dancing. He's practicing alone an energetic routine for two, but there's no mistaking the precision and grace in his movements as he performs them, even without the partner.

Do you stay and watch, or leave him to dance in solitude?


In the luggage car?
If you've been on the train for longer than a few weeks, you may already be acquainted with this particular odor: it's savory, herby, as if someone's over-toasted spices in a pan prior to cooking with them. Were it a strong odor, it'd probably be sour and unpleasant; as mild as it is, it's mostly unobjectionable.

The source of it can be easily traced to the obviously hand-rolled cigarette smoldering between Devero's lips. That's right, it's future-weed hours here in the luggage car, folks. And if you look at him twice, you'll find him holding his joint out in your direction. "Want a hit?" he asks amiably.


Somewhere else?
Devero can feasibly be found all over the train: prepping vegetables or washing dishes in the kitchen; soaking or doing yoga in the spa car; working out in either of the gyms; sleeping through a movie in the cinema; or even just traveling up and down the train. Yeah, they have transgates now, but walking (or hoverskating) the length of the train is an easy way to keep his condition up while he's still recovering from the last mission. He's not nearly as exhausted as he was before, which means it's working. Really. He swears! He didn't fall asleep here, he was just resting his eyes!

Feel free to find him wherever you want, if one of the prompts above doesn't tickle your fancy.
its_dad_sanzo: (father and son)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-08-13 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Koumyou nods, just a little, bowing his head a bit more to hide his face with his bangs as more hot, fat tears roll free and splat onto Devero's hands.

"If you'd been part of it I would have fought to keep it, too."
Edited 2021-08-13 05:16 (UTC)
nutkrusher: (My Work Here Is Done)

[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-08-13 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Cassie smiles and nods. "Sweet. So you're focusing on being able to miss the bad guys and not hit 'em."
longforgottenpromise: (listening)

[personal profile] longforgottenpromise 2021-08-13 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
He sits down next to him, smiling at the invitation.

"I... I'm doing alright. For the most part. That mission was... A lot."

And he's exhausted from anchoring, on top of the blood sickness that was part and parcel of every mission.
its_dad_sanzo: (my thoughts are my own)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-08-13 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I never considered... adopting a second kid. I didn't even formally adopt Kouryuu."

On a world where love is death, it may have just sped the tragedy up if he had. But he still can't help but find it another fault in his parenting, that that step hadn't even entered his mind.

"Buttercup's always reminded me of Kouryuu. But it's not fair that she got linked to me like that. What if she hates me, now? I can't... blame her if she does."

Because, you know, he's a failure.
nutkrusher: (Default)

[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-08-13 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Might want to let the rest of the team know about it," Cassie says. "So they know to hold still when you're aiming for 'em."
its_dad_sanzo: (sitting with the sun)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-08-13 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
"If it had been safe and I'd ever had the thought occur to me, yes. In a heartbeat."

Koumyou doesn't even have to think about that. His hands resist being pulled apart for a few seconds, and then relent all at once like the strength has just run out of the priest.

"Though I'm sure the rumors wouldn't have slowed down any. There's a... culture around pretty young boys, in temples. A lot of people assumed that was my interest in him."
Edited 2021-08-13 10:20 (UTC)
katzenpfote: (Default)

[personal profile] katzenpfote 2021-08-13 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He lets the flame flicker for a bit before putting it out by closing his hand. "I am. I can teleport from one place in the world to another. ... or I can on my home plane. I would not risk it here. I've adjusted some spells to compensate for the differing arcane weave here, but even for practiced mages teleportation is extremely finicky."

Not the most void-compatible of spells, in short.
nutkrusher: (Listening Intently)

[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-08-13 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"It would," Cassie says. "Until then we might have to settle for a video ICP notice."
nutkrusher: (Texting)

[personal profile] nutkrusher 2021-08-14 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Could maybe make a request for an upgrade to the SCAs," Cassie says. "If Apple can do it once a year, the magical train that can travel anywhere can do it once a fucking ever."
its_dad_sanzo: (not smiling now)

[personal profile] its_dad_sanzo 2021-08-14 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"If he was okay with it, yes. Absolutely."

But Koumyou never assumes anyone is as attached to him as he is to them. Not even his own son, who he sang to as a baby to get him to sleep.
longforgottenpromise: (confused)

[personal profile] longforgottenpromise 2021-08-14 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
He leans into the hug, glad for the contact and the comfort. He nodded sadly. It had been more than a lot. All their minds twisted, cut off from another, not knowing who to trust.

Far too close to home. He shook his head, "Not as badly as some. I broke out after a few days and I managed to convince Inigo it wasn't real as well..."

Which had been heartbreaking, dragging him from that dream, from that world where they had been family. "Did.... Were you badly affected?"
worthallthis: (rifle)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2021-08-16 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Soldat has tested the energy rifles before, so they're familiar with the recoil-- or lack thereof-- and the heft-- or, again, lack thereof-- of them. This one is slightly heavier, when they take it and lever it against their shoulder.

"You were not holding the rifle close enough to your body to line up the sight accurately," they begin, shifting to angle themselves so Devero can see the proper spot on the shoulder to brace. "And I think you are expecting more recoil then an energy rifle has. It makes you aim too low."
theotherphil: (he point)

[personal profile] theotherphil 2021-08-16 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well. In that case, three cheers for marijuana."

Phil plucks the joint out of Devero's hands (rude!) and takes another hit. "Reefer madness. That's what they used to call it. I think they made a musical about it."

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