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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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Shit, he's apprehensive about the perfectly tailored suit, and weird apparitions urging him toward the party hall. Nothing about any of this makes sense, and without anyone to give him orders or guide him into and through social interactions, he ends up doing a lot of surveillance himself. Standing around like an idiot as the people around him have a good time earning some sort of currency that he's unfamiliar with. It would make more sense if the place was a casino but he hasn't found a single poker table without half naked players.
But the food looks appetizing, at least. He lingers nearby to watch people eat and others avoid it all together, so it's hard to tell whether or not its safe. At least until someone small barks at him for staring too long at food that was already claimed.]
All yours... [Naturally he doubletakes. Was that a tail?]
[ so far, nothing weird's happened to him, save for it being apparently so delicious that he's one step away from barking at anyone who tries to make off with his meat pies. but give the guy a break, he hasn't eaten like this in a minute. or ever, really. the fancy finger food at the last soirée he went to didn't have anything on this, if only because the paripus weren't invited to have any of the good stuff, no matter whose crew they were part of.
at any rate, Del's shoulders relax. he's just shoved an entire half of one of those bad boys in his mouth when he catches that glance toward his tail. it's real, alright, and so are the flopped over ears on top of his head, both of which pin back in annoyance. ]
What? Ain't you ever seen a paripus before?
[ i mean, he's starting to think that might be accurate. no obvious hint what tribe this guy's from, either, which seems to be a theme. are people even, like, from tribes here? Rude's kind of big... maybe rhoag? ]
[Rude watches him in awe of his mannerisms. He definitely gives off puppy energy, but something tells him that this kid will bite if he expresses that sentiment out loud. Lucky for the both of them the only thing he can think to respond with is a long drawn out sigh.]
I don't know what that is. Is that your cosplay?
[There are youngsters into all sorts of things lately, he wouldn't put that past the guy. But he's not here to yuck anyone's yum. He simply watches for any sign of discomfort or illness or strange aftertaste in the stranger and after a moment decides to taste some of the untouched food into his plate. That food being the most vegetable heavy-- go figure.]
[ you'd think that question might piss him off more, but instead he just looks confused. more about the first part than the second, funnily enough. at least this time he isn't talking with his mouth full. ]
Must live a real nice life if you've never even heard of a paripus, mate. We're kinda all over the place. Y'know, maybe stepped over one on your way to the opera, something like that?
[ hard to judge if anyone here is actually someone important or from a higher tribe when they've all been forced into dressing up to begin with and don't look like anything he recognizes, but what other conclusion can he draw here? ]
[The confusion is kind of cute but Rude doesn't know the cause of it. Something between what the kid says and what he's saying isn't lining up quite right even if more or less they're speaking the same language.]
I don't go to the opera.
[Yes. That is the only thing he doesn't feel crazy commenting on. The rest of it might just send him down a rabbit hole of theories about this place and how someone like that can exist in a reality with someone like him. Maybe this has something to do with Hojo. Someone should really start saying no to that guy.]
It's when you dress up like a character that you like. Or animals, as the case may be. A puppy specifically in yours.
Oi, these— [ he indicates his ears with a free hand ] —aren't dressup. They're real. If I could pop 'em off and get rid of 'em I would, believe me.
[ it'd sure mean a lot less trouble for him and others like him, not having the visible evidence of his tribe poking out of the top of his head. this entire scenario is bonkers to begin with, though—believe it or not, the first time he's ever had anyone assume they aren't real. ]
And it's "paripus," not puppy, not dog. I'm not an animal. I mean, what even are you? What tribe are you, Mr. High and Mighty Never Heard of a Paripus Before?
[ this is also the first time in his memory that he's had to ask, here or back home. kind of feels as outrageous as being called a puppy, but he's been presented the opportunity to shoot the shot, so he might as well go for it. ]
[Rude just stares silently like the wheels upstairs are turning but he's not going anywhere. If it wasn't weird he might try to touch them. He decides against it ultimately and simply nods. It wouldn't be the strangest thing he's seen here by far.]
Tribe? I'm Rude of the Turks I suppose.
[He laughs at himself internally, the words sounding ridiculous inside his head and out, but they have to be said. The slightest smile on his face for just a moment.] We don't have people like you where I come from. Don't suppose you've ever been to a place called Midgar?
[Rude picks at his food, deciding it's more likely to be drugged than poisoned.]
[ fuck's a Turk, then almost comes out of his mouth, but listen, far be it for him to be an ignorant little smartass and insult someone. someone that didn't deserve it, that is. instead, he opts for a gently smaller amount of sass. ]
Aye, you're rude alright. Never heard of Midgar, that a city? No paripus, huh...
[ what, did they... round them all up? ship 'em off somewhere? execute them all? it's baffling, really. he's heard of other tribes being uncommon, but unfortunately his happen to multiply like r...abbit....dog...animals, so that's not usually the case. then again, it dawns him—he did already hear this place isn't like where he's from. it isn't even anywhere close. so maybe there really is such a thing as a city with no paripus, or even one without tribes. imagine that.
eh, well. the other half of that meat pie gets shoved in his gob and he mulls things over for a moment while he chews. ]
Someone told me earlier this place is a long way from home. I think they meant for everybody, not just me.
[Rude pushes up his sunglasses in response to that remark. Almost witty, but on the verge of being overplayed. He does a bad job of hiding his amusement.]
No, but we have monsters that are vaguely humanoid. But not like you.
[He thinks of the time he once had unrestricted access to Hojo's experiment files for an assignment and looks at the stranger a while longer. No, Hojo only made abominations, and this kid was sort of cute.]
You're right. These people don't come from anywhere I know. [Rude gestures around them, then goes back to his food.] This place just gets more and more suspicious..
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Shit, he's apprehensive about the perfectly tailored suit, and weird apparitions urging him toward the party hall. Nothing about any of this makes sense, and without anyone to give him orders or guide him into and through social interactions, he ends up doing a lot of surveillance himself. Standing around like an idiot as the people around him have a good time earning some sort of currency that he's unfamiliar with. It would make more sense if the place was a casino but he hasn't found a single poker table without half naked players.
But the food looks appetizing, at least. He lingers nearby to watch people eat and others avoid it all together, so it's hard to tell whether or not its safe. At least until someone small barks at him for staring too long at food that was already claimed.]
All yours... [Naturally he doubletakes. Was that a tail?]
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at any rate, Del's shoulders relax. he's just shoved an entire half of one of those bad boys in his mouth when he catches that glance toward his tail. it's real, alright, and so are the flopped over ears on top of his head, both of which pin back in annoyance. ]
What? Ain't you ever seen a paripus before?
[ i mean, he's starting to think that might be accurate. no obvious hint what tribe this guy's from, either, which seems to be a theme. are people even, like, from tribes here? Rude's kind of big... maybe rhoag? ]
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I don't know what that is. Is that your cosplay?
[There are youngsters into all sorts of things lately, he wouldn't put that past the guy. But he's not here to yuck anyone's yum. He simply watches for any sign of discomfort or illness or strange aftertaste in the stranger and after a moment decides to taste some of the untouched food into his plate. That food being the most vegetable heavy-- go figure.]
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Must live a real nice life if you've never even heard of a paripus, mate. We're kinda all over the place. Y'know, maybe stepped over one on your way to the opera, something like that?
[ hard to judge if anyone here is actually someone important or from a higher tribe when they've all been forced into dressing up to begin with and don't look like anything he recognizes, but what other conclusion can he draw here? ]
What's a cosplay, anyway?
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I don't go to the opera.
[Yes. That is the only thing he doesn't feel crazy commenting on. The rest of it might just send him down a rabbit hole of theories about this place and how someone like that can exist in a reality with someone like him. Maybe this has something to do with Hojo. Someone should really start saying no to that guy.]
It's when you dress up like a character that you like. Or animals, as the case may be. A puppy specifically in yours.
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[ it'd sure mean a lot less trouble for him and others like him, not having the visible evidence of his tribe poking out of the top of his head. this entire scenario is bonkers to begin with, though—believe it or not, the first time he's ever had anyone assume they aren't real. ]
And it's "paripus," not puppy, not dog. I'm not an animal. I mean, what even are you? What tribe are you, Mr. High and Mighty Never Heard of a Paripus Before?
[ this is also the first time in his memory that he's had to ask, here or back home. kind of feels as outrageous as being called a puppy, but he's been presented the opportunity to shoot the shot, so he might as well go for it. ]
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Tribe? I'm Rude of the Turks I suppose.
[He laughs at himself internally, the words sounding ridiculous inside his head and out, but they have to be said. The slightest smile on his face for just a moment.] We don't have people like you where I come from. Don't suppose you've ever been to a place called Midgar?
[Rude picks at his food, deciding it's more likely to be drugged than poisoned.]
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Aye, you're rude alright. Never heard of Midgar, that a city? No paripus, huh...
[ what, did they... round them all up? ship 'em off somewhere? execute them all? it's baffling, really. he's heard of other tribes being uncommon, but unfortunately his happen to multiply like r...abbit....dog...animals, so that's not usually the case. then again, it dawns him—he did already hear this place isn't like where he's from. it isn't even anywhere close. so maybe there really is such a thing as a city with no paripus, or even one without tribes. imagine that.
eh, well. the other half of that meat pie gets shoved in his gob and he mulls things over for a moment while he chews. ]
Someone told me earlier this place is a long way from home. I think they meant for everybody, not just me.
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No, but we have monsters that are vaguely humanoid. But not like you.
[He thinks of the time he once had unrestricted access to Hojo's experiment files for an assignment and looks at the stranger a while longer. No, Hojo only made abominations, and this kid was sort of cute.]
You're right. These people don't come from anywhere I know. [Rude gestures around them, then goes back to his food.] This place just gets more and more suspicious..