i. arrival [ The faceless lady, that he can deal with. It's everything else that's a problem.
First: he has no idea how he got here or where the fuck this is. It's some other weird crazy stupid dimensional crap, yeah, but in order to get out, he needs to know where he is, and he'd rather not be any more steps removed from reality than he is, okay?
Second: Gail is gone, and that's freaking him out more than anything else is. Even more than the fact that there are actually people with faces here.
Alex stuffs the lei in the pocket of his slacks and starts scouring the entire ship, up and down. ]
Gail? Gail! ... Hello?
[ Nobody mind the kid sloppily dressed in what's probably supposed to be a prom tux from the 80s hauling a backpack around. Or the long, thin lance of cast-iron piping with a vicious snarl of bolts at the top, which he's using to help him walk around his light limp. ]
ii. food [ Okay, so everything is bad forever except, for the first time in almost a year, there's real food. Not just randomly generated sandwiches filched from high schoolers' lunch boxes. Food. Cooked food. Real food!
And for free!
Alex stacks his plate. Not too high, because he can't shake the creeping feeling that he's gonna get surprise billed for everything at the end of whatever this is and ruin his whole life, but nobody can blame him if he's relieved to see an entire basin full of fried rice after subsisting almost entirely off of mediocre sandwiches and various households' leftovers for the past year. ]
Oh my God, [ he mumbles to himself, scratching his chin. ] There's so much... does this rotate? Man, I don't even care. Shit, are those crab legs?
iii. theater [ Okay. Everything is bad forever except for the food, and except for the instruments.
Alex discovers Bellona Theater. And if there's a theater, there must be instruments.
He figures he's totally not supposed to be here, but he's done some poking around and found no evidence of anything ongoing, so... he can probably use some of the stuff here, right? Come on, it's not like he's just some yahoo walking in. He knows how to take care of this stuff. He's not gonna break anything.
There, in the store-room. Yes. Yes. Oh, God. It's professional-grade, isn't it? Everything here is professional-grade. It's beautiful.
Alex pulls in a chair and takes a seat. He sets down his things. He rosins the bow. His heart pounds as he feels the way the bow sits on the strings as he tunes, and then he picks a piece he's memorized that he doesn't have to stress too much about, and plays.
He's going to be here for a while. Though he's quite a ways off from the general public, nestled in the theater's backstage, he isn't exactly keeping quiet either; letting the violin resonate just as much as the piece demands of him. ]
Alexander Hua | OC
[ The faceless lady, that he can deal with. It's everything else that's a problem.
First: he has no idea how he got here or where the fuck this is. It's some other weird crazy stupid dimensional crap, yeah, but in order to get out, he needs to know where he is, and he'd rather not be any more steps removed from reality than he is, okay?
Second: Gail is gone, and that's freaking him out more than anything else is. Even more than the fact that there are actually people with faces here.
Alex stuffs the lei in the pocket of his slacks and starts scouring the entire ship, up and down. ]
Gail? Gail! ... Hello?
[ Nobody mind the kid sloppily dressed in what's probably supposed to be a prom tux from the 80s hauling a backpack around. Or the long, thin lance of cast-iron piping with a vicious snarl of bolts at the top, which he's using to help him walk around his light limp. ]
ii. food
[ Okay, so everything is bad forever except, for the first time in almost a year, there's real food. Not just randomly generated sandwiches filched from high schoolers' lunch boxes. Food. Cooked food. Real food!
And for free!
Alex stacks his plate. Not too high, because he can't shake the creeping feeling that he's gonna get surprise billed for everything at the end of whatever this is and ruin his whole life, but nobody can blame him if he's relieved to see an entire basin full of fried rice after subsisting almost entirely off of mediocre sandwiches and various households' leftovers for the past year. ]
Oh my God, [ he mumbles to himself, scratching his chin. ] There's so much... does this rotate? Man, I don't even care. Shit, are those crab legs?
iii. theater
[ Okay. Everything is bad forever except for the food, and except for the instruments.
Alex discovers Bellona Theater. And if there's a theater, there must be instruments.
He figures he's totally not supposed to be here, but he's done some poking around and found no evidence of anything ongoing, so... he can probably use some of the stuff here, right? Come on, it's not like he's just some yahoo walking in. He knows how to take care of this stuff. He's not gonna break anything.
There, in the store-room. Yes. Yes. Oh, God. It's professional-grade, isn't it? Everything here is professional-grade. It's beautiful.
Alex pulls in a chair and takes a seat. He sets down his things. He rosins the bow. His heart pounds as he feels the way the bow sits on the strings as he tunes, and then he picks a piece he's memorized that he doesn't have to stress too much about, and plays.
He's going to be here for a while. Though he's quite a ways off from the general public, nestled in the theater's backstage, he isn't exactly keeping quiet either; letting the violin resonate just as much as the piece demands of him. ]
iv. wildcard
(( ooc: hit me for anything else! ))