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Who: Sebastian Michaelis and you
What: Settling in
When: Pretend this was posted in early June
Where: All over

Content Warnings: Will add as needed. Non-stop condescending inner monologue?

I. Arrival

(pick this one if you want weird, openly awful demon who hasn't quite figured out yet he's supposed to be pretend-charismatic)

The sight of newly-awakened Sleepers walking aimlessly around likely isn't new for most. The sight of one walking with such confidence, with such effortless unconcern despite the aimlessness, might not be as common. The man is all black: black hair, black fingernails, that telltale black robe of a new arrival. Rummaging through his welcome basket, never breaking his stride while doing so (what sort of pathetic lowlife can't multitask, after all?). Paging through the journal-- Housing, employment, no currency, bartering system... Yes, that sounds like the typical nonsense.

So of course he proceeds to unceremoniously drop the bag: Omni, helpful items, pocketwatch, small knife and everything. What use does he have for worthless things, after all?

II.

(pick this if you want proper butler)

The good thing about not needing sleep (or, rather, one of the countless good things about it) is no nightmares clinging to you, leaving you free to deal with more important matters.

Sebastian stands in the Glover Lover. Conjuring up one pair of gloves and a butler's uniform for himself is surely acceptable, but the rest of his clothes should - for appearances' sake - probably be bought instead. Discarding pair after pair of not-good-enough gloves, he mutters:

"Visiting the Goat Turning might be the quickest solution, after all..."

Getting some funds by cheating in card games would be child's play, surely.

III. Wildcard?? I am so new to this setting, help.

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[Tinya herself is there because she melted her last pair of gloves and is looking for something ~~sexy~~ useful while fashionable. she needs to keep her fingers and palms mostly free so that she can use her Coldblood powers without a hitch.

she's wearing her usual white slip-dress and black combat boots, the weather not bothering her a bit thanks to again, being a Coldblood.

she's caught in the battle of practicality versus attractive when she overhears him]

Are you a good gambler, sir? They don't really play around at Goat Turning.

[Look, we all know the answer to this dilemma (at least if you ask Sebastian). Sexy leather is never not the answer. He pays her selection no apparent heed, however, instead turning to her with a polite smile.]

Oh, I cannot claim it is a pastime I make a habit of, ma'am. [It's not proper conduct, after all. If that answer just so happens to sound like "no, I'm not particularly good at all"... well. Sebastian is an excellent gambler, of course, but cheating is just more efficient in the long run, as long as you're equally as excellent at it.]

My, but it truly is so harsh? Somehow, I get the impression that is a common theme around here. [Tell him more? :)]

[same as for her. she's going with both, but plans to wear the sexy leather ones most of the time. and she smiles back.

and her first ma'am. well. she is nineteen now, she guessed it would have to happen sometime] Nor I. I just go from table to table, looking for those in need of a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear. [and while her best friend from home taught her how to count cards, she's in no real hurry to try, given the harsh penalties she's heard of]

It's absolutely a common theme, but especially at Goat Turning. I've heard that if a person gets caught cheating, they can be beheaded. A little extreme, but I suppose it keeps most people honest? But a good rule of thumb everywhere is to be aware of your surroundings and of those surrounding you. Not to the point of encouraging paranoia, no, more like...vigilance.

[Nineteen years? Why, practically an old maid...]

My, my... Admittedly, I did hear some same rumours, yet I never imagined such a scenario would truly be the outcome. Ah, but a listening ear? [That last sentence... he says it in a way that might definitely read as "interested".]

[she does have a husband, but he's not here. unfortunately]

Yes. They're strangely obsessed with everyone gambling on even footing. Even though the house generally wins. But, yes. A listening ear is something I can provide. [since it sounded like he was interested]

[He is, but not so much for a chance to unburden ~~whatever passes for~~ his own heart, as...]

That is kind of you. Find you that such an offer is often taken up on, then? Although I suppose if most there find themselves losing...

[Then that makes sense. Maybe that's a career worth considering while he's here - emotional support escort.]

[she likes to help whenever she can. even those who think or even have little of a heart]

It is. It was kind of an unofficial role back home, people coming with me to lay out their problems. Now it's an actual job. The problem always is in finding someone to lay my problems out on.

[it's a living? though, some rare folk want comfort of a more physical kind]

[...] [Sebastian puts the pair of gloves he was considering back-- all the better to pay her his full attention.]

Is that so? That is terribly unfortunate, especially for a young lady.

[We're doing this, then. It's as good a way as any to build rapport and gain intel, he supposes.]

[And he turns his eyes back up at her, smiling.]

Please pardon my lack of manners: Sebastian Michaelis, ma'am. It is a pleasure to meet you.

[it's rare that she's paid full attention, no matter which world she goes to]

I'm afraid it's something I've had to get used to.

[and she smiles back warmly, bobbing a curtsy]

It's a pleasure to meet you as well, sir. But please not ma'am, it makes me look for my mother! I'm Tinya Wazzo.

[Is it, now? Why, all the more reason Sebastian should focus entirely on her, in that case.]

Miss Wazzo, then? [Is she wearing a ring? In that case, pretend he addressed her as "mrs". Sebastian pays attention to these things. And if she's not... well, although she's well within marrying age as far as Sebastian is concerned, right at the moment he's consciously going for "flattering".]

Why, but especially in a place as this... such a thing must be difficult, surely? I myself can only imagine.

[and despite her claims that she's just fine on her own, she'd drink it up the way a flower does the sun]

Yes. [she has a slightly wider than usual wedding band, one embossed with roses. despite all of the strain between her and her husband, she can't bring herself to give up on their relationship entirely. after all, she loves him.

she is where she originally came from, too, but it seemed like most people were shocked when they found out she was married]

It can be difficult to give comfort to those who need it. But far better that than a person sinking further and further into corruption. [a pause] Hunters seem to be my most common clients.

[Like the professional bullshitter he is, Sebastian's eyebrows pinch lightly in a show of sympathy.]

Perhaps I should sooner have said "how noble of you", in that case. [Granted, it's surely an act of self-preservation to try to prevent corruption, but calling it "noble" sounds so much prettier.]

I myself am newly and only know so much about the plight of Hunters, but I do imagine lightening their burdens must be taxing at times, yes. Is it something you must endure on the daily, then?

[under normal circumstances, she'd be able to tell what it was. but she'd been feeling very alone for a very long time. it made things harder]

No. No. Please, no. It's what I'm used to. No more, no less. And it started long before I arrived here.

It is something I deal with daily, yes. The vast majority of the time, a beast is someone who's been suffering under something inflicted by Trench itself, not simply one who was too weak to take it. Even if that's how they saw things.

[OOC: "I myself am newly arrived", obviously. What are words.]

It sounds selfish, but if you do not mind, I would very much like to hear more about it. Ah, in exchange, could I offer you a drink?

[OOC: sometimes, I don't know myself]

Of course I don't mind! I like helping people and I happen to be thirsty. So this works out well.

That is excellent to hear. Shall we, then?

[Not that he has much money. Or really any in-depth knowledge of the restaurant scene in this world. No matter; he's Sebastian, meaning those are just small hurdles.]

Absolutely.

[and she pays for both pairs of gloves with a small sack of sea glass, then readies herself to take his arm, if he offers]

Shall we?

[He does offer! Because he's a gentleman like that (or, you know, not, but we can pretend). He did ponder for a fraction of a second if she'd take offense at being offered an arm, considering the wedding band... but then again, if that were the case she surely would not have accepted the drink offer in the first place. Humans are so simple.

Off they go. Sebastian's own search for acceptable gloves will have to continue another day.]

Have you been here long, may I ask?

[she's more the type who'd take offense if it wasn't offered. Bgztlian chivalry was a strange thing, given that it was entirely in service to the women who ruled the planet, but it was still to be expected.

and appreciated when offered outside of their home dimension]

A while. Since January. Though, this isn't the first world outside of Bgztl or what I knew of as Earth that I've been to.

[And you'd think Sebastian would consider different cultures, but nah: humans are humans, as far as he's concerned, with some minor differences.]

Dear me, how well-travelled. [He doesn't even blink at that bizarre name, even though it's obviously unfamiliar to him. Neither does the concept of different worlds seem to surprise him, although maybe that's just a natural consequence of ending up in the Trench.]

I suppose such a wide perspective would help in this place, and in the type of work you do.

[ehhh, she's of a similar opinion of every culture except hers. and the Daxamites, theirs was fucked up]

Yes, though I must say that other than home itself? I like this place better. Even considering how weird it can get at times. [it's bizarre to everyone but those from her home planet. even their fellow planets in the United Galaxies look upon Bgztl as an oddity, but a very well-ran oddity under the purview of her great-great-grandmother.

and the UG itself, thanks to Tinya's mother. the Missess knew her mother was efficient]

I think so, yes. It's...I won't say it's easy to walk in another's shoes, to truly do so would be impossible. But I do think it helps with being a Night Walker.

Though, I'm considering starting a...not exactly business. But a place where people know they'll find at least some Night Walkers, a bottom floor with a bar for conversing, a second floor for those who need a Night Walker's more...intimate talents with separate rooms, and a floor strictly for Night Walkers. We can't be on all the time.

"You may want to pick that back up," says the man nearby. With the heat of summer upon him, Maul is dressed sparsely, just a shirt and pants that only go down to his knees. He runs warm thanks to two hearts as it stands and he's starting to feel the heat of each passing day a little more acutely.

The face is demonic in appearance, between the red skin, intricate black tattoos, symmetrical head of horns, and Sith yellow eyes. But the voice doesn't seem to fit at all, a soft-spoken, velvety tone that's rich and lush as it picks over the consonants and vowels.

He turns, eyebrows raised as if baffled someone would address him-- although it's more bafflement anyone would attempt to advice him. And rather than his expression turned frightened at that demonic appearance, he merely smiles. What an unsightly, familiar-looking thing, after all. He dislikes it already.

"Why, else I shall fare badly? Ahh, or might it be that littering is frowned upon?"

Maul explains. "The items within are meant to give you an advantage during your time here in Trench. And any advantage, no matter how small, should be taken in such a place as this. I still possess a number of those that were first given to me, for they have helped me time and again."

He's not inclined to explain just why they are useful. If this man is foolish enough to drop the bag straight off the bat, then Maul doesn't suspect he'll be smart enough to listen to good advice even when it is given to him.

Not foolish: massively, hideously arrogant. As might become more clear when the man does listen to Maul's answer. With his arms arrogantly crossed and his head equally as arrogantly tilted to the side, but still. He listens.

"Mm, they are for bartering, transportation, communication. Is that not right?"

He got all that from the book. And, somehow, he still apparently deems them useless.

"Even if you have no use for the first two, the last is important in this place. The proper information passed along those channels oftentimes can mean the difference between life and death." He notes the body language. Oh, so this newbie wanted to act like he knew better than someone who had been here almost two years? Bring it. A blithe note enters his voice and making the faux-earnestness sound almost convincing.

"Unless, of course, you are so incredibly powerful, wise, and omnipotent as to have no need for that either. In which case carry on." Maul has no desire to hold the hand of Sleepers who wanted to take on Trench by themselves. He'd thought he could do the same and had paid the price by having his eyes ripped out a few short months after he'd first arrived in Deerington.

Usagi was currently ing Glover Lover for work gloves when she saw Sebastian seem to go through ANOTHER pair of gloves. She tilted her head and wandered over. She didn't work here, but clearly, whatever this man wanted, he hasn't found here. Usagi tilted her head.

"Ah, um, if you don't mind my asking, what kind of gloves are you looking for? If you're looking for fancier gloves you aren't really going to find them here." Glover Lover catered to "practically" not "pleasure."

"Ah, indeed, so I am beginning to realise... although thank you for the confirmation, miss."

Sigh. Is it really too much to ask for, to want quality as well as practicality? Apparently so. Isn't that just typical? He can't very well waltz around wearing thick leather gloves...

"I do hear that protection of this kind is generally adviced in this place" - by which he means protecting one's skin against blood and whatnot, obviously - "but admittedly I see not why such a thing necessitates such inelegance."

"Happy to help, I know a couple of more clothing stores that are more geared towards fashion rather than practicality? Would you like the name of the shops? Or oh, I can show you the way? They're not too far from here. Clothing stores tend to stick together, ya know?"

At his second comment, she nodded.

"It IS important, yeah, touching blood can do... a lot of damages and there's sorta blood... everywhere. I don't usually shop here but I need work gloves thick enough to protect my hands from rough edges and sharp objects."

"Well, I should hate to impose on your time... but if you are offering, I would welcome a guide. I am rather newly arrived, you see."

Putting the not-good-enough gloves back from where he picked them up (you'd think maybe he'd reconsider what kind of gloves to buy after her confirmation of the necessity of durable gloves, but... apparently not), Sebastian turns to smile politely at her.

"Work gloves, is it? If you do not mind my asking, what might it be that you do?"

"Oh! Well, it's nice to meet you, my name is Usagi Tsukino," she gave a small bow in greeting. "And I'm happy to help new arrivals. What's your name?"

At his second question, Usagi blushed and scratched her cheek.

"Well, I'm actually um... trying something out I've never done before. I'm making jewelry and other pieces of artwork. I've already made a few pieces here and there."

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