Taking a Break from SPAAACE!!

[beholding_archivist]

WHO: Jon & you~
WHERE: That lovely tropical water-planet in the Tarf system.
WHAT: Pit Stop Mini Event! Bother Jon moping and being sad at the beach or get bothered by him one late evening at a local bar.
WHEN: During the event [ July 29th - August 3rd ]
WARNINGS: He's sad, he's moody and in the second prompt he's absolutely drunk.
Notes: Will match format.

a. trying to calm a racing mind

Getting off the ship again for a while is a nice change of pace, and while Jon hasn't actively planned to get involved in any of the trading and has been certain he wouldn't be needing anything, he still has been spending some time to acquire a couple of things. For the most part it have been clothes. But he has also picked up two knives, a small one and a larger one. Less with the intention of using them as weapons, but rather to have them as tools.

He also happened to come across what may count as the local brand of cigarettes, which is good. Especially now that he isn't confined to such a limited space and can actually have a direly needed smoke.

The Archivist has left his purchases on the ship and has wandered off to find the edge of the landmass and with it the stretching beach leading into the massive ocean that makes up the rest of this planet. There he sits down in the sand, gets out a cigarette and stares out onto the water, letting his thoughts drift and dwell and stir up emotions he had hoped to be able to keep locked up.

"...shit." He mutters to no one and pushes a hand up and under his glasses to rub his fingers across his burning eyes. Of course his thoughts would just circle back to Tony. To betrayed hopes, rejections, his own foolishness and a pain that that makes him want to claw his own heart out.

And yet he can't even bring himself to take the man's face off his phone's background.

But of course he can't do that. Not right now anyway. His phone is back at the ship and- He will do it when he gets back. If he remembers to do so. Or maybe tomorrow. Maybe.

...maybe.

b. someone mentioned very, very STRONG ALCOHOL?!

The empty glass hits the counter heavily and Jon vaguely gestures for another before returning his swaying attention to the person to his left. An unlucky, yet incredibly patient local.

"And- and-'nd- then I- aight. AIGHT! Yes? 'M right! Yes. yes..." He jabs the tape recorder sitting next to him on the counter sharply, then nods and squints at the local before declaring loudly: "'Dis! Iunno- Jus'-- Righ'ere. All 'ere. Jus'.... W-watch." Jon raises his index finger and jabs down the recorders buttons at random, then squints at it when nothing happens. "...aw, bollocks. Forgot 'bout them chicken...."

And for a moment Jon looks absolutely crestfallen since those forgotten chickens obviously mean his recorder doesn't work.

His mood changes abruptly again when a full glass is set down before him and he picks the glass up with a grin before turning to the patron on his other side. "Wha' d'you know 'bout amulshifiers? Now hear me out ... !"

Whoever that poor soul might be, they are now at the receiving end of a drunk emulsifier lecture from the Archivist.

Comments

[beholding_archivist]

If Jon notices that the person next to him changes from one moment to the next, he makes no comment on it. But the reply he receives makes his face light up and he fully turns towards the Soldier with a single raised index finger. "It's SO useful!" The pointing hand opens up and Jon brings up his other hand next to it, for a moment seeming fascinated by it before he starts to mutter excitedly while looking from one of his own hands to the other. "Mixing oil... And water! And water'n oil! And- Water. Oil!..."

Yes, he has a barely touched drink right there in front of him, but right now the Archivist is mesmerized by mixing substances that normally don't mix.

At least until he remembers that he has made a friend over emulsifiers and what little attention Jon can scrape together settles back on the Soldier. "Humans... w-we don' always m-mix well... either. That... Sad."

[sinistral]

"And let me guess: oil. And water." Not that he's really interested in what appears to be a contemplation of the basic makeup of most salad dressings, but there are far worse conversations to have. And he deems it best to perhaps keep Jon's attention: the man is harmless — in that he seems to desire not to cause others harm — but the Soldier does not easily trust the locals. Old habits will likely never leave him, and he doesn't consider it a negative.

And perhaps, if he distracts the man enough, he'll slow down the alcohol consumption. He's likely looking at a killer headache in the morning as it is. But if that's what he really wants...

His head tips slightly to the side as he considers. "Yes. People have differences. I am given to understand it as a good thing." Though Jon's words seem to hint that perhaps it might not be so, but he has far too little information to suss out what, precisely, may have brought on such a revelation.

[beholding_archivist]

Jon is indeed harmless unless provoked. And he may or may not wake up ridiculously hung over, but at least he hasn't emptied his latest glass yet. His mind has gotten way too tied up by wrapping interpersonal relationships in chemistry. Which is science and therefore a lot easier for him to understand.

He points at the Soldier, opens his mouth to say something - And just drops his finger again, closing his mouth with a somewhat bewildered look. Then he squints.

"Have I seen you before...? I... Believe I have."

[sinistral]

The Soldier might be slowly edging that glass away from him. Just tiny little nudges, a bit at a time. Water will likely do the man better, but he can't — and won't — force Jon to drink.

Worth a try though.

He lets Jon prattle on, interjecting quiet little agreements where it seems necessary to keep him going. He definitely doesn't follow all of the science, which probably has nothing at all to do with Jon's level of imbibing, but he can read a conversation well enough.

He follows that finger with his eyes, but it does nothing more than point before dropping. The corner of his mouth ticks up and the Soldier nudges his own glass of water closer to Jon. This would be a prime opportunity to play with the man, but he's not that cruel. "You have, yes. You were rather upset that I didn't answer to a name you thought I should have."

[beholding_archivist]

"Oooh..." The Archivist replies in a drawn out sound, nodding as his hand roams the surface next to him for his glass. It brushes past the water and settles on Jon's drink, where it remains somewhat pensively, fingers tapping the glass. "...riiight..."

He looks back at the other man drunkenly before suggesting: "Lemme give you a real name if th' one you got's not one you like. I named th'Admiral after all!" There is a certain pride in that final bit. As if naming a cat is one of Jon's greatest achievements. Maybe it is, though.

[sinistral]

He's watching the progress of that hand carefully. The man seems determined to go for the drink, not the water, and the Soldier just resigns himself to the possibility of having to carry Jon out of here. He doesn't look to weigh a lot, so it'll hardly be a burden.

Hopefully.

He's getting ahead of himself though, considering that they're likely nowhere near leaving the bar. And he blinks at that statement, at the pride expressed therein. Jon is really just entirely strange to him, drunken antics aside but well, he had been considerate of the Soldier. "Do you want to give me a name? Why?"

[beholding_archivist]

No, Jon does indeed not weigh a lot. Even less since he has stopped consuming actual food and stick to the recorded statements he finds to sustain himself and safe the actual food for those among their group that rely on it. He still has his tea, at least.

He gives a sloppy shrug in response. "Iunno. Havin' a name for you seems... Easier. Than callin' you 'He who does not wish to be named'." A pause as Jon picks up his drink to take a long sip from it. Though the frown on his face doesn't wane.

"...that'd be a pain to fit into a tax form..." He pauses again, then adds: "How about Jonathan? We can both be Jon. Or d'you think people might confuse us? The two Jons... Have you... Have you ever heard of Lost Johns' Cave...?"