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Lune does not dance. She can play guitar, though, and protests as much when she's rather unceremoniously escorted backstage and given a feathery showgirl costume to put on. All this protest means is that her costume now includes a spangled ukulele that she's expected to use as a prop. That it's actually properly tuned and usable is small consolation.
Fine. She'll play along if she must. She tries not to think about how much of her skin is on display as she shuffles along with the rest of the dancers and strums the ukulele.
II. Games
Games of chance are for suckers, to Lune's mind, but it's not as if she has anything else she's doing. She wanders around the casino floor, observing the dice games with a kind of horrified fascination (someone may be able to nudge her into participating). Just to see what happens, she tries out one of the slot machines. Only when the results come up does she realise just what she's gotten herself into with it. Oops.
III. Peacock Lounge
Finally, someplace quiet. Lune's initial relief at the relative peace of the lounge is quickly replaced by apprehension at having to make conversation with a stranger. Still, it's one of the least stressful places she's found here, so even if the first attempt goes sideways, she'll try again later.
IV. Other
[ Feel free to hit me up for anything else if none of the above strike your fancy. ]
Whether or not she's had a chance to talk to anyone previously, and whether or not that went well or not isn't really Gen's business or concern. As he sits across from her, elbows propped up on the table, giving her a critical look.
"Just so you know? I'm not bothering with whatever is one the cards, but feel free to use the crutch if you need it."
He speaks ass if it's some sort of personal failing to need conversation starters, which is funny coming from a man who has rarely been able to go a full conversation without one or both parties feeling at least mild frustration by the end.
"Nice to meet you too," Lune says dryly. Which is funny coming from someone who, for her part, has been accused of not remembering how to carry on a normal conversation. She makes a show of picking up a card and reads it out loud: "'What is your biggest regret from the last month?' Not exactly talking about the weather, is it?"
[ Date is here just to meet people, get a free meal, and drink himself into oblivion. Because why not, right? Why not! And so, as he's sitting there with his glass of bourbon, quietly nursing it away, he doesn't expect to suddenly have a beautiful woman sat in front of him instead. Huh, must be his lucky day.
[ Lune has tried, once again, to convince the server to let her sit by herself for at least a little bit, but no. She's politely but emphatically escorted to this seat and—well, time to make conversation. She sighs. ]
[ Hehe. She seems completely uninterested in him. That's a shame but not something he can't weather through regardless. So, he shakes his head and offers — ]
Oh, no. I've been here about four months. Not as long as some people though.
[ Even though he's presently leaning against the side of Lune's chosen red slot machine while awaiting his turn, the numbers she lands on after that fateful pull don't reveal anything outright. The real results have been sent to her watch, almost annoyingly out of his line of sight, and are presumably bad enough to cause Lune to resemble a deer frozen in place by the bright headlights of an approaching car. In a sex casino where shameless dares are the norm, failing to dive right in is a strange reaction in comparison to what passes as normal here. Even odder is the fact this color machine was intended to offer tamer dares than its counterpart.
The oncoming danger barreling her way in this case is equally unavoidable, if Lune doesn't want to roll the dice and risk finding out what happens after backing out of a game here and denying The House its fun. It'd be an added shame if she did, when J's already invested in uncovering the reason for her reaction. ]
What's the verdict, hmm? [ His tail sways back and forth in a leisured tempo, the only part of him willing to stir to life except for the demon's strange trilogy of eyes that have caught her in their gaze. ]
Something like confessing a humiliating secret or admitting a fantasy you're ashamed of? [ He's overheard a few potential dares from those who've played the slot machine earlier and from those he picks the ones most likely to be worthy of hesitation. It's all kiddie stuff in his opinion. But J's tone doesn't risk straying into derision yet. He's still fishing for answers as to what's giving her pause, and taunting won't get him very far. ]
The dark hair, the mysterious smile, the little looks - Justine remembers her. She remembers her from the baths, and what a lovely time that they had together.
But she knows better than to approach her with that knowledge. She's still a wildcard, which means that she doesn't remember being here. Which means that Justine has a very nice chance for a second first impression.
She threads her fingers through her curls, making sure they're perfect, and walks up to her at the machine. "What is your task?" she murmurs softly.
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Lune | Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 | New Player
I. Wildcards
Lune does not dance. She can play guitar, though, and protests as much when she's rather unceremoniously escorted backstage and given a feathery showgirl costume to put on. All this protest means is that her costume now includes a spangled ukulele that she's expected to use as a prop. That it's actually properly tuned and usable is small consolation.
Fine. She'll play along if she must. She tries not to think about how much of her skin is on display as she shuffles along with the rest of the dancers and strums the ukulele.
II. Games
Games of chance are for suckers, to Lune's mind, but it's not as if she has anything else she's doing. She wanders around the casino floor, observing the dice games with a kind of horrified fascination (someone may be able to nudge her into participating). Just to see what happens, she tries out one of the slot machines. Only when the results come up does she realise just what she's gotten herself into with it. Oops.
III. Peacock Lounge
Finally, someplace quiet. Lune's initial relief at the relative peace of the lounge is quickly replaced by apprehension at having to make conversation with a stranger. Still, it's one of the least stressful places she's found here, so even if the first attempt goes sideways, she'll try again later.
IV. Other
[ Feel free to hit me up for anything else if none of the above strike your fancy. ]
III
"Just so you know? I'm not bothering with whatever is one the cards, but feel free to use the crutch if you need it."
He speaks ass if it's some sort of personal failing to need conversation starters, which is funny coming from a man who has rarely been able to go a full conversation without one or both parties feeling at least mild frustration by the end.
Re: III
"Nice to meet you too," Lune says dryly. Which is funny coming from someone who, for her part, has been accused of not remembering how to carry on a normal conversation. She makes a show of picking up a card and reads it out loud: "'What is your biggest regret from the last month?' Not exactly talking about the weather, is it?"
iii!
So, he grins, charming as can be and offers — ]
Hey. New here?
Re: iii!
[ Lune has tried, once again, to convince the server to let her sit by herself for at least a little bit, but no. She's politely but emphatically escorted to this seat and—well, time to make conversation. She sighs. ]
Yes. I suppose it's obvious. Yourself?
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Oh, no. I've been here about four months. Not as long as some people though.
II.
The oncoming danger barreling her way in this case is equally unavoidable, if Lune doesn't want to roll the dice and risk finding out what happens after backing out of a game here and denying The House its fun. It'd be an added shame if she did, when J's already invested in uncovering the reason for her reaction. ]
What's the verdict, hmm? [ His tail sways back and forth in a leisured tempo, the only part of him willing to stir to life except for the demon's strange trilogy of eyes that have caught her in their gaze. ]
Something like confessing a humiliating secret or admitting a fantasy you're ashamed of? [ He's overheard a few potential dares from those who've played the slot machine earlier and from those he picks the ones most likely to be worthy of hesitation. It's all kiddie stuff in his opinion. But J's tone doesn't risk straying into derision yet. He's still fishing for answers as to what's giving her pause, and taunting won't get him very far. ]
II.
But she knows better than to approach her with that knowledge. She's still a wildcard, which means that she doesn't remember being here. Which means that Justine has a very nice chance for a second first impression.
She threads her fingers through her curls, making sure they're perfect, and walks up to her at the machine. "What is your task?" she murmurs softly.