Post by M'thack-kir on Apr 6, 2018 12:20:19 GMT 10
Lemon is too afraid of the patrons here NOT to willingly engage in such small talk, although he appears quite evasive in answering questions in any actual detail.
Shinwa notices Mr Porcelain shift ever so slightly, eyes solely on the floor below, which now has more contestants arriving: a mix of men and women in standard Kemari high-peaked caps, and scant little other clothing. One woman in particular has the Kemari ball in hand, and is currently pressing it against her chest. Some form of translucent gel is dripping out of the ball and down her torso.
Post by Mirumoto Nanashi on Apr 6, 2018 21:48:23 GMT 10
“Gomi, gomi, gomi!” Nanashi whispers to himself.
Nanashi pulls a data pad from his inside duster pocket. He quickly inputs a sequence to erase all the none necessary functions and attempts to connect the device. Nanashi is going to try to trace the security signal while keeping an eye on the feeds in case he sees someone coming.
Post by M'thack-kir on Apr 6, 2018 23:34:51 GMT 10
Nanashi manages to determine that the signal is being sent to somewhere in the northern hemisphere of the planet in question, but hears the approach of someone and needs to decide if he is going to back off and act natural or try to dig for more.
None of the poetry stands out as significant, from his quick glancing through the invoice database.
Co GM M'thack-kir, of the Burnt Crane Tribe, "Kiru" to most. Captain of The Warren, Friend of Rik, Master of Kakashi. Dependant: Shiba Itsuki, pilot. Orokos History: orokos.com/roll/m-phechan
The scene below has evolved...or degraded, depending on interpretation, as the round has officially started.
Two women have evidently forgotten which game they are playing and are busying themselves making out with each other.
One contestant has the kemari ball between his legs, just below his underwear, and two other men are playfully grappling each other to get the best access to the kemari ball’s location.
Another woman is on her own, right in front of a ready cameraman (who suffers so in his duty to capture such bodily rapture!), is contorting her body, twisting and bending limb away or toward limb in an athletic display of acrobatic flexibility.
Mr Porcelain looks on with what appears to be vague disinterest.
Shinwa gives Nanashi a glance, stands, and bows, making a polite excuse to use the bathroom and slips away. He heads to the bathroom himself, looking for the body servant, and, if the servant is, in fact, hidden in the bathroom, goes into the bathroom too.
He does take note of the mons of the servant's master, however, before he goes...if there is a chance he'd recognize him. Intelligence Heraldry Unskilled = 22 Roll here
With a final look around, Shinwa sighs and returns to his seat. He orders another drink, leaving a generous 'gift' on the tray for Lemon, and prepares, for the moment, to watch whatever atrocity the modern world has come up with. And hopes desperately he took out enough raw koku at the previous starbase to cover this.
I wonder how many hours of gardening it's going to take to explain away this one?