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karurarpg2016-10-17 07:18 am
spacekarupin) wrote in karurarpg2016-10-17 07:18 am
RP Log
Who: Echizen and Kikumaru
What: Echizenwants free ponta pays the bartender a visit
Where: Ice Bar
When: On one of Echizen's first days
Though Atobe had (not so gently) requested that Echizen stay out of the Ice Bar, he couldn’t bring himself to care very much about that demand. Especially not where free Ponta was involved. So he entered shamelessly and sat himself on one of the barstools. While he waited for the bartender’s attention, he opened a book on the Karura’s engineering; he had festively covered it with a paper jacket printed with little tennis balls.
Eiji turned away from the man he had served probably his fourth whiskey sour to and noted that there was now a child at the bar. He blinked. Okay, not a child, but not exactly an adult. He did some quick math. “Aare you here for the Virgin Kalimotxo?” he asked tentatively, hopping from one foot to another. So this was the not-Karupin flight officer. Probably. He was kinda teeny tiny, after all.
The redhead who made the drink sound like some kind of ritual sacrifice must be the person he spoke with on the journal. He peered over his book with sharp, golden eyes. Though Kikumaru seemed a bit twitchy, he at least hadn’t actually mistaken Echizen for a cat.
“Yeah,” he answered, marking his page. “No ice, please.”
Eiji beamed. “Coming right up!” he announced, ducking behind the counter to retrieve a glass, filling it up with Ponta and adding the colourful umbrella he’d promised, giving it a little spin as he served it.
“So, I’m guessing the cat is Karupin?” he asked, because he couldn’t wait to ask the question. As much as he’d been hoping their flight officer was some kind of alien with a weird name, he was now pretty sure that wasn’t the case. Probably.
Echizen’s gaze followed Kikumaru’s theatrics. Catching the spinning drink and umbrella in hand, he said, “Thanks.”
He used the umbrella to stir the soda. Maybe Karupin would want to destroy the decorated paper later. “Yeah. As great as Karupin is, it’s probably better to not have him playing with all of the buttons on the control board.”
“Aand what’s your name, oh teeny-tiny one?” Eiji grinned, leaning forward on the counter. “Karupin’s super cute, you shoulda brought him along! It’d give the Boss some kinda stroke, but it’d be worth it,” he added, remembering that Atobe had threatened him with a lobotomy, which he was pretty sure involved something like cutting out his brain.
“Echizen,” he said, with a tone and expression that suggested that Kikumaru had better use that instead of teeny-tiny one.
A sip of Ponta and the words of praise for Karupin helped him forgive Kikumaru enough to pull out his phone. “Next time we’ll see if your boss pulls through, but for now, I can show you some pictures.”
He turned the phone around to show Karupin rolling around in some grass, pawing ineffectually at a butterfly.
Eiji couldn’t help but grin at Echizen’s glare. He was kinda adorable he thought, with the rush of the affection he always had had for pretty much anyone younger than him. “O-kay, Ecchan,” he nodded.
He peered at the picture of the fluffy cat being catlike and swatting at a butterfly and made a sound of delight. “So cute,” he cooed. He remembered another rumour he’d heard from a patron earlier. “Didja hear there was a guy who’s collecting cats or something in the science lab thing?”
Ecchan was a step up; it only implied teeny tiny.
He sipped his soda and ignored the slur of a nickname. Kikumaru did seem to have good taste in cats, since he approved of Karupin. While the redhead sounded excited by that rumor, Echizen immediately frowned. “What is he doing to them in the lab?”
Hopefully the Karura held no scientist sick enough to do experiments on cats.
“I dunno,” Eiji shrugged. He leaned forward in and lowered his voice into a conspiratory whisper. “D’you think he’s doing top secret experiments on ‘em?” Images of doing genetic stuff to cats flashed in his mind and his eyes widened. “What if he’s trying to make cat people?!”
Doubtful, Echizen twisted his features into a grimace. It seemed unlikely that even the most twisted of hacks on the alliance board would approve the funding for such an endeavor.
“Depends on if he’s a ship officer or a passenger,” the latter could probably get away with more. “Or…” he narrowed his eyes at the face closing in and took a sip of his drink. “Are you just secretly hoping that he’s making cat people?”
Eiji opened his mouth to deny that he would ever even think such a thing. But then he actually thought about it. Doing experiments on cats was not cool (!!!) but cat people… He tapped his lower lip with a thoughtful finger. “It would be kinda cool, wouldn’t it, Ecchan?” he asked finally.
While Kikumaru pondered, Echizen pushed the little umbrella in his drink aside to have another long sip. “As long as no cats were harmed in the process.”
As for the people, however, his level of caring varied with the victim.
Eiji nodded thoughtfully. That was important too. He looked at the clearly very sensible young soda drinker. “Soo,” he began, “Didja wanna be a mecha pilot when you were a kid too?” That had been Eiji’s own early, and sadly short lived, motivation. It felt a little weird to be referring to Echizen - who still kinda looked like a kid now - as a kid. Kid-er.
Growing up on a pirate vessel, Echizen’s options had been somewhat limited. “I guess you,” he supposed that wanting to be better, stronger, and faster in the air than a universally notorious outlaw counted as a dream. “Did you give it up to learn flair?”
“Kinda,” Eiji shrugged. “I was always good at -” he tossed an empty cocktail mixer up into the air and snatched it out without looking to explain. “I reaallly wanted to fly stuff, ‘n be a pilot or a space pirate or something!” he pouted slightly. “It was funner to imagine mechas ‘n not giant ships like this one.”
Echizen supposed that he probably shouldn’t introduce Kikumaru to his pirate father.
“They’re more flexible,” Echizen admitted. Those particular ships allowed for greater speed and crazier stunts, which were probably a priority to the redhead. “Why did you decide not to, then?” At the very least, the bartender just proved that he had the reflexes.
The pout remained in place. “They said no one’s gonna get to fly giant mechas…. plus I kinda suck at math so I shouldn’t be flying anything,” Eiji finished quickly. He brightened. “But! It’s way more fun now, ‘cuz I got to do a buncha different jobs instead of one boring one!”
Echizen nodded; that explanation was fair enough.
“Is that why you took this job? The novelty of working for a real live monkey?” he drawled, stirring his drink with the umbrella.
“I actually did a buncha other stuff before this! Last I was at this awesome restaurant called Hibiki’s Hibachi…” Eiji blinked. “I work for Atobe,” he said carefully, wondering if he’d missed the presence of an actual monkey on the ship because that would be impossibly cool. “... does he have a monkey?”
“Yeah,” Echizen watched Kikumaru’s half-clueless face and wondered just how much this guy would believe. “He looks exactly like Atobe-san and wears the same clothes. Hard to tell them apart.”
Eiji tried to imagine a monkey with Atobe’s clothes and he couldn’t stop the peal of laughter that erupted. “There’s no real monkey, is there, Ecchan?” he giggled, still vibrating slightly with the pictures running through his mind. “D’you think he’s a chimp or a gorilla? Or an orangutan!” He was going to start imagining it all the time, now. “Maybe I should make banana cocktails for him~”
Echizen hid his half smile behind the glass. Kikumaru was pretty easy to be around, compared to most people on the Karura. “It’s the chimps that are full of crap, right?” he said. “Do that and name it after the captain, he’ll be all for it.”
He wouldn’t advocate much worse for Atobe. After all, he and Karupin were bros.
Eiji was already thinking of the look on his boss’s face if he actually did something like that... He grinned sneakily. “If I get into trouble for calling it something like the Captain’s Banana, I’m taking you down with me!”
“What a snitch,” Echizen remarked, quite unconcerned as he finished up his soda. “I give you full creative license over that one.”
Eiji flashed him a victory sign. The words ‘full creative license’ were music to his ears. “I won’t disappoint~!”
What: Echizen
Where: Ice Bar
When: On one of Echizen's first days
Though Atobe had (not so gently) requested that Echizen stay out of the Ice Bar, he couldn’t bring himself to care very much about that demand. Especially not where free Ponta was involved. So he entered shamelessly and sat himself on one of the barstools. While he waited for the bartender’s attention, he opened a book on the Karura’s engineering; he had festively covered it with a paper jacket printed with little tennis balls.
Eiji turned away from the man he had served probably his fourth whiskey sour to and noted that there was now a child at the bar. He blinked. Okay, not a child, but not exactly an adult. He did some quick math. “Aare you here for the Virgin Kalimotxo?” he asked tentatively, hopping from one foot to another. So this was the not-Karupin flight officer. Probably. He was kinda teeny tiny, after all.
The redhead who made the drink sound like some kind of ritual sacrifice must be the person he spoke with on the journal. He peered over his book with sharp, golden eyes. Though Kikumaru seemed a bit twitchy, he at least hadn’t actually mistaken Echizen for a cat.
“Yeah,” he answered, marking his page. “No ice, please.”
Eiji beamed. “Coming right up!” he announced, ducking behind the counter to retrieve a glass, filling it up with Ponta and adding the colourful umbrella he’d promised, giving it a little spin as he served it.
“So, I’m guessing the cat is Karupin?” he asked, because he couldn’t wait to ask the question. As much as he’d been hoping their flight officer was some kind of alien with a weird name, he was now pretty sure that wasn’t the case. Probably.
Echizen’s gaze followed Kikumaru’s theatrics. Catching the spinning drink and umbrella in hand, he said, “Thanks.”
He used the umbrella to stir the soda. Maybe Karupin would want to destroy the decorated paper later. “Yeah. As great as Karupin is, it’s probably better to not have him playing with all of the buttons on the control board.”
“Aand what’s your name, oh teeny-tiny one?” Eiji grinned, leaning forward on the counter. “Karupin’s super cute, you shoulda brought him along! It’d give the Boss some kinda stroke, but it’d be worth it,” he added, remembering that Atobe had threatened him with a lobotomy, which he was pretty sure involved something like cutting out his brain.
“Echizen,” he said, with a tone and expression that suggested that Kikumaru had better use that instead of teeny-tiny one.
A sip of Ponta and the words of praise for Karupin helped him forgive Kikumaru enough to pull out his phone. “Next time we’ll see if your boss pulls through, but for now, I can show you some pictures.”
He turned the phone around to show Karupin rolling around in some grass, pawing ineffectually at a butterfly.
Eiji couldn’t help but grin at Echizen’s glare. He was kinda adorable he thought, with the rush of the affection he always had had for pretty much anyone younger than him. “O-kay, Ecchan,” he nodded.
He peered at the picture of the fluffy cat being catlike and swatting at a butterfly and made a sound of delight. “So cute,” he cooed. He remembered another rumour he’d heard from a patron earlier. “Didja hear there was a guy who’s collecting cats or something in the science lab thing?”
Ecchan was a step up; it only implied teeny tiny.
He sipped his soda and ignored the slur of a nickname. Kikumaru did seem to have good taste in cats, since he approved of Karupin. While the redhead sounded excited by that rumor, Echizen immediately frowned. “What is he doing to them in the lab?”
Hopefully the Karura held no scientist sick enough to do experiments on cats.
“I dunno,” Eiji shrugged. He leaned forward in and lowered his voice into a conspiratory whisper. “D’you think he’s doing top secret experiments on ‘em?” Images of doing genetic stuff to cats flashed in his mind and his eyes widened. “What if he’s trying to make cat people?!”
Doubtful, Echizen twisted his features into a grimace. It seemed unlikely that even the most twisted of hacks on the alliance board would approve the funding for such an endeavor.
“Depends on if he’s a ship officer or a passenger,” the latter could probably get away with more. “Or…” he narrowed his eyes at the face closing in and took a sip of his drink. “Are you just secretly hoping that he’s making cat people?”
Eiji opened his mouth to deny that he would ever even think such a thing. But then he actually thought about it. Doing experiments on cats was not cool (!!!) but cat people… He tapped his lower lip with a thoughtful finger. “It would be kinda cool, wouldn’t it, Ecchan?” he asked finally.
While Kikumaru pondered, Echizen pushed the little umbrella in his drink aside to have another long sip. “As long as no cats were harmed in the process.”
As for the people, however, his level of caring varied with the victim.
Eiji nodded thoughtfully. That was important too. He looked at the clearly very sensible young soda drinker. “Soo,” he began, “Didja wanna be a mecha pilot when you were a kid too?” That had been Eiji’s own early, and sadly short lived, motivation. It felt a little weird to be referring to Echizen - who still kinda looked like a kid now - as a kid. Kid-er.
Growing up on a pirate vessel, Echizen’s options had been somewhat limited. “I guess you,” he supposed that wanting to be better, stronger, and faster in the air than a universally notorious outlaw counted as a dream. “Did you give it up to learn flair?”
“Kinda,” Eiji shrugged. “I was always good at -” he tossed an empty cocktail mixer up into the air and snatched it out without looking to explain. “I reaallly wanted to fly stuff, ‘n be a pilot or a space pirate or something!” he pouted slightly. “It was funner to imagine mechas ‘n not giant ships like this one.”
Echizen supposed that he probably shouldn’t introduce Kikumaru to his pirate father.
“They’re more flexible,” Echizen admitted. Those particular ships allowed for greater speed and crazier stunts, which were probably a priority to the redhead. “Why did you decide not to, then?” At the very least, the bartender just proved that he had the reflexes.
The pout remained in place. “They said no one’s gonna get to fly giant mechas…. plus I kinda suck at math so I shouldn’t be flying anything,” Eiji finished quickly. He brightened. “But! It’s way more fun now, ‘cuz I got to do a buncha different jobs instead of one boring one!”
Echizen nodded; that explanation was fair enough.
“Is that why you took this job? The novelty of working for a real live monkey?” he drawled, stirring his drink with the umbrella.
“I actually did a buncha other stuff before this! Last I was at this awesome restaurant called Hibiki’s Hibachi…” Eiji blinked. “I work for Atobe,” he said carefully, wondering if he’d missed the presence of an actual monkey on the ship because that would be impossibly cool. “... does he have a monkey?”
“Yeah,” Echizen watched Kikumaru’s half-clueless face and wondered just how much this guy would believe. “He looks exactly like Atobe-san and wears the same clothes. Hard to tell them apart.”
Eiji tried to imagine a monkey with Atobe’s clothes and he couldn’t stop the peal of laughter that erupted. “There’s no real monkey, is there, Ecchan?” he giggled, still vibrating slightly with the pictures running through his mind. “D’you think he’s a chimp or a gorilla? Or an orangutan!” He was going to start imagining it all the time, now. “Maybe I should make banana cocktails for him~”
Echizen hid his half smile behind the glass. Kikumaru was pretty easy to be around, compared to most people on the Karura. “It’s the chimps that are full of crap, right?” he said. “Do that and name it after the captain, he’ll be all for it.”
He wouldn’t advocate much worse for Atobe. After all, he and Karupin were bros.
Eiji was already thinking of the look on his boss’s face if he actually did something like that... He grinned sneakily. “If I get into trouble for calling it something like the Captain’s Banana, I’m taking you down with me!”
“What a snitch,” Echizen remarked, quite unconcerned as he finished up his soda. “I give you full creative license over that one.”
Eiji flashed him a victory sign. The words ‘full creative license’ were music to his ears. “I won’t disappoint~!”
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