Entry tags:
Catspaw Blackmarket [Open]
Zouichi slipped past the human port workers, nodding politely in response to their apologies. A planet that forbade the Daligig from approaching it... how interesting. Clearly, their hosts' reach wasn't as all-encompassing as they liked to let on. There were things to do aboard the ship as well, but for now perhaps it was time to do some long-awaited searching for supplies.
Food, seeds, gadgets... and weapons. Afterward, perhaps he'd find a crew member or two to have a discreet chat with. It was now or never, now that they were finally (temporarily) out from under the ship's constant monitoring. He sent out a quick message on his Omnicomm, then made his way along a row of storefronts.
Weapons first, he decided. Then food.
Food, seeds, gadgets... and weapons. Afterward, perhaps he'd find a crew member or two to have a discreet chat with. It was now or never, now that they were finally (temporarily) out from under the ship's constant monitoring. He sent out a quick message on his Omnicomm, then made his way along a row of storefronts.
Weapons first, he decided. Then food.
no subject
He started walking in the direction of the Emporium. "So let's go. Maybe there'll be another bizarre fortune teller or something."
no subject
Howard picks up the pace and follows. "Do you really want me to jinx the first day of my new life with a fortune teller? What if she tells me I'm going to die?"
The Excitement Emporium isn't a theme park. Instead it's a sort of gimmick science museum, one which lets you spray things at fire and watch the flames change color or play with gigantic magnets. And while Howard would prefer to win a dinosaur...this is actually pretty cool too.
"Looks like it could be fun."
no subject
"Well, you don't have to ask her about your death. Maybe you could ask her about... I don't know, your financial prospects or something." Or his love life!
Zouichi looked up at the entrance of the EXCITEMENT EMPORIUM, as the museum's sign said in giant block letters with a dinosaur blowing fire painted onto the main arch. "Yeah, and I haven't contributed to any fire hazards today, either. I'll pay for this one." He stepped up to the both and, after a moment, came back with two tickets and a map. "Where do you want to go first?"
no subject
Howard looks over the map. "Whoa, it looks like there's a zero-grav chamber here. Isn't it weird we spend so much time in space and pretty much none in zero gravity?"
no subject
Zouichi tilted his head slightly toward the location of the grav chamber. "Well, I went out into zero gravity once. It was back when Allenby threw Zetta out of an airlock."
Heh heh heh.
"After that, let's get some of that flash-frozen ice cream. That should be interesting."
no subject
Howard raises his eyesbrows. "Tell me it wasn't to save the stupid book. Tell me it was to kick him further out."
"Flash-frozen? That sounds awesome</i." Howard reads the map as he walks. "Ooh, looks like there's a laser tag maze near the ice cream stand too."
no subject
He smiled a little at the memory. "It was during the Ohm attack. I think Allenby was trying to hit one with him. But you'd have to ask her the details.
"Hmm. Ice cream, then laser tag? Or laser tag first?" Zouichi could go either way, really. "After this, we can go find some place to have lunch."
no subject
Howard laughs. "I knew there was a reason I liked Allenby." Even if she's way to quick to suggest 'punching things' as a solution. It's not even that Howard dislikes Zetta in particular, he's just not a fan of the Council.
"Ice cream first. I have to see about this flash-frozen thing. Do you know that some places fry ice cream? How cool is that?"
The guy at the ice cream stand has too many arms. Look at Howard having enough restraint not to mock him for it like certain churro vendors they've met!
no subject
He scrutinized the list of flavors, considering. "I'll take strawberry, please."
no subject
"Apparently it's so cold when you fry it that it barely melts. I heard it was a Japanese thing. I thought you'd know about it." Maybe the powers that be on Zou's world weren't intent on preserving gimmick desserts. "Cookie dough, please."
The ice cream they get is so cold it's painful on the teeth, not like that would ever stop Howard.
no subject
He took half a bite, then drew back, surprised by the temperature. A moment later, he bit into the ice cream and started chewing. "Interesting."
Whatever he was going to chew his ice cream, okay? Okay.
no subject
Verdict on flash-frozen ice cream: ow.
"Have you ever even done laser tag before? I mean, I know you did paintball but I didn't even see if you shot anyone."
no subject
This wasn't bad, fried-ness aside. "...Were you in there, too? I don't remember running into you."
Otherwise he totally would have taken a potshot at Howard.
no subject
He nods. "Yeah, I teamed up with Barbara to take Ian down. I figured you're take potshots at me."
HE KNOWS HOW YOU ROLL, ZOU.
no subject
Yes. That was totally a thing that could happen.
He snorted. "Hey, all's fair in laser tag, right? Even teaming up against unsuspecting victims." He finished up his ice cream. "Ready?"
no subject
"Wait, you even considered not teaming up with me? What kind of awful friend are you?" He claps his hands together. "Ready!"
no subject
He picked out a gun. "Anyway, if I teamed up with you, there'd be no challenge right?"
no subject
"Depends on who we're teamed up against. Besides, there's no way you wouldn't win at a laser tag game against me." He gives Zouichi a bropound in the shoulder. "But I guess I'm up to the challenge."
no subject
Their group was a mixed one: parents, children, a few touristy types or bored-looking teenagers. The man in charge of running the game spoke over their chatter, explaining the rules. "We're dividing you up into two teams," he announced. "Shooting members of the opposing team nets you points. Shooting members of your own team loses you points. The best team standing at the end wins. Any questions?"
Actually, didn't that worker look familiar? It was a little hard to tell in the darkened arena, but -- yes, Zouichi thought he had seen the man before somewhere. The man and his... four... arms.
no subject
The teams file toward their 'bases' and wait for the smoke machine to kick in and the strobes to start going off. An alarm goes off to tell them that the game has begun.
True to form, Howard mostly hides behind Zouichi.
no subject
Although he did wonder how that guy managed to find his way over here. Maybe it was a relative, or just a coincidence. It couldn't be the exact same guy, right? What were the odds?
Zouichi crouched behind a rampart, emerging every now and then to pick off a clueless player. Children, the elderly... it didn't matter. There was no such thing as mercy in lasertag.
no subject
Probably to be more visible as a ref, but still, Howard can't help but take shots at Forearm, who looks at them with an expression like he wants to pistolwhip them with their laser guns.
Unfortunately, the fact that Zouichi is That Damn Good at hitting people in laser tag soon means that most of the other team has given up on the actual teamwork part of the game, and is instead just trying to shoot Zouichi for revenge.
no subject
Er, the sudden turning of mass public sentiment against Zouichi was a bit of a problem, though. Especially since some of their own teammates were now shooting at the two of them.
"That's not even in the rules," Zouichi muttered as he lobbed a laser-grenade at a gaggle of children attempting a rush charge.
no subject
"Screw the rules, let's go underground." And by that Howard means knocking stuff over as a distraction. Maybe trapping people in the aisle of the maze. It's a groovy idea.
no subject
Zouichi moved swiftly down a fluorescent corridor, motioned for Howard to come along with him, and tossed a few laser mines in their wake as they came to a mirror bridge. That should keep them busy for a little while.
(no subject)
(no subject)
Pfffft I loled.
Re: Pfffft I loled.
Re: Pfffft I loled.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)