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revivalproject2020-03-22 04:45 am
stabgremlin) wrote in revivalproject2020-03-22 04:45 am
Open Log - 001
WHO: Cipher Nine & You
WHERE: Around Risa
WHAT: Vacation!
WHEN: During the stay on Risa
WARNINGS: Mentions of drug-use & drug withdrawals.
[A - Markets]
Mysterious spending money and disliking possible puppet masters aside, Aden had already spent quite a lot of time wandering the markets. He'd bought trinkets, supplies, entertainment. Even a stringed instrument and instructions on how to learn to play it. After all, he didn't need the Force to foresee that there would be time to learn to play it in the future.
He'd also bought a collection of knives- just in case. If he had proper ones, he wouldn't need to spend his time scavenging for supplies back on Agra 10, after all, nor possibly having to resort to merely making himself shivs for self-defense.
Today, he was merely looking around- and avoiding certain things that he would eventually need to do.
[B - Nightclubs]
Not so much dancing, not so much joining in, but he did visit the bar of each nightclub he visited, going to a different one each evening and night- for something to drink, while they had access to it. Every night was spent drinking, watching people come and go- and looking for substances a bit stronger than alcohol. After all, he couldn't deny that the spice withdrawals he was going through wasn't affecting how he was relating to other people, his mood often fluctuating- especially with his brain damage, the headaches that wouldn't go away.
Still, either he wasn't looking hard enough, or there wasn't really a market for it on Risa.
So sitting by the bar most of the night it was- not quite inviting others to come chat, but not seeming as though that was something he'd turn down, either.
[C - Beaches]
Swimming wasn't really his thing, but the beaches were nice.
Much like the nightclubs he visited, he couldn't really be found in the thick of things. He didn't swim, or spend his time playing on the beach. Instead he'd found himself a nice spot to sit and watch, beneath a parasol, and with a drink in one hand, a fan in the other, using it to keep himself cool.
He also had a picnic basket with him, full of food that was made with local ingredients- though he'd obviously not bought it prepared the way it was. It seemed more like he'd made the food himself from scratch- it was as close to Chiss cuisine he could get, making things himself.
[D - Wildcard]
(Anything else you might think of! Aden's exploring most of the planet, after all. The glowing gardens, any shop, relaxing in the shade here and there!)
WHERE: Around Risa
WHAT: Vacation!
WHEN: During the stay on Risa
WARNINGS: Mentions of drug-use & drug withdrawals.
[A - Markets]
Mysterious spending money and disliking possible puppet masters aside, Aden had already spent quite a lot of time wandering the markets. He'd bought trinkets, supplies, entertainment. Even a stringed instrument and instructions on how to learn to play it. After all, he didn't need the Force to foresee that there would be time to learn to play it in the future.
He'd also bought a collection of knives- just in case. If he had proper ones, he wouldn't need to spend his time scavenging for supplies back on Agra 10, after all, nor possibly having to resort to merely making himself shivs for self-defense.
Today, he was merely looking around- and avoiding certain things that he would eventually need to do.
[B - Nightclubs]
Not so much dancing, not so much joining in, but he did visit the bar of each nightclub he visited, going to a different one each evening and night- for something to drink, while they had access to it. Every night was spent drinking, watching people come and go- and looking for substances a bit stronger than alcohol. After all, he couldn't deny that the spice withdrawals he was going through wasn't affecting how he was relating to other people, his mood often fluctuating- especially with his brain damage, the headaches that wouldn't go away.
Still, either he wasn't looking hard enough, or there wasn't really a market for it on Risa.
So sitting by the bar most of the night it was- not quite inviting others to come chat, but not seeming as though that was something he'd turn down, either.
[C - Beaches]
Swimming wasn't really his thing, but the beaches were nice.
Much like the nightclubs he visited, he couldn't really be found in the thick of things. He didn't swim, or spend his time playing on the beach. Instead he'd found himself a nice spot to sit and watch, beneath a parasol, and with a drink in one hand, a fan in the other, using it to keep himself cool.
He also had a picnic basket with him, full of food that was made with local ingredients- though he'd obviously not bought it prepared the way it was. It seemed more like he'd made the food himself from scratch- it was as close to Chiss cuisine he could get, making things himself.
[D - Wildcard]
(Anything else you might think of! Aden's exploring most of the planet, after all. The glowing gardens, any shop, relaxing in the shade here and there!)
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"I'm no Sith, no. I've worked for the Sith Empire, but... Well, Force-sensitivity is unusual, in my species."
He shrugged a shoulder, "Your Sith friend can't have had an easy life. Chiss consider Force-sensitivity to be impurity. I'm sure you can imagine what happens, when someone is considered impure."
Not that Aden shared in that belief.
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He closes his hand around his newly arrived drink, making a face.
"That's remarkably primitive. Haven't your people already mastered intergalactic travel and interacted with enough other species to have moved past some ill-placed superiority complex?"
There's an edge to Jon's voice then. And for once he doesn't bother to keep his compelling powers checked, causing his words to try and saw their way into Aden's mind.
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It was not as though he wouldn't share it of his own free will, though.
"People are going to be people regardless of where you go. I was born in the Chiss Ascendancy, I grew up there, and I still have some semblance of loyalty toward my species- doesn't mean I don't think they're dumbasses."
Seriously dumbasses, sometimes.
"No one would choose to be a victim. And your Sith buddy very much would have been. The Chiss aren't friendly to Force-sensitives. The Empire isn't friendly to aliens. Double-screwed, in other words. There a reason you haven't asked him these things? You seem curious."
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Still, this small piece of additional knowledge is picked up, mentally catalogued and filed away. Then he snarls. It's a little snarl, but a snarl nonetheless.
"It's simply not something anyone with a semblance of common decency would even consider asking someone else where I am from. The mere idea of a person being born worth less is- That's despicable. This entire Empire of yours is a mess!"
Somewhere within that little tirade Jon has managed to empty his drink again and sets the empty glass down before pushing himself back onto hit feet, entirely steady and with no sign of all the alcohol he has just consumed to have any effect at all.
"I'm leaving."
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Aden couldn't imagine any civilization being perfect. People were people no matter where one went, and people were flawed. Given his own history, believing in the best of anyone was difficult, and there were very few people he actually had any faith in. His faith in the Ascendancy was low, his faith in the Empire didn't exist any more.
"See you around then, Mr. Sims."
He raised a hand in a casual wave, certainly understanding the man's anger, though he was merely too old and jaded now to really feel any of it himself.