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riverviewlogs2018-02-26 02:26 pm
fhux) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-02-26 02:26 pm
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WHO: Hux & YOU
WHAT: His first month in the Quarantine.
WHEN: Feb.
WHERE: All over! Tag his open prompt or contact me for a private thread.
WARNINGS: tba
i. central perk in space.
ii. shuttle adventure. (closed to jim kirk)
iii. getting up, close and wet. (closed to valkyrie)
WHAT: His first month in the Quarantine.
WHEN: Feb.
WHERE: All over! Tag his open prompt or contact me for a private thread.
WARNINGS: tba
i. central perk in space.
[ It has been so long since Hux was planetside (aside from Starkiller Base which doesn't really count because nothing was new there, culturally, after the First Order set down roots) that for his first couple of weeks without duties, responsibilities, or even a timetable, he flounders for what to do with himself. After throwing himself into his work at the Perimeter Guard (training and such menial obstacles that must be overcome with his indictment) and messaging the network only to find a wealth of the Resistance skulking around, determined to sabotage his attempts to do exactly anything, not to mention Kylo Ren running wild with the most common of ruffians available, Armitage decides Kriff this and goes into the city with no clear purpose. It's horrible yet somehow soothing to have no direction and aimlessly wander, discovering this and that along the way. He takes notes of local engineering workshops and purchases what passes for a datapad from some galaxy he's never heard of, spends a little too long outside a pet store watching a young batch of kittens under a For Sale sign (Millicent), and indulges in rating caff-shops. Or coffee-shops, whatever they're called.
He finds one in particular that he likes. No one knows him or looks twice when he steps inside, half-anxious FN-2187 or Dameron is going to pop up like a mouthy sarlacc and shriek obscenities at him, but he purchases a black caff and some cookies and sits down near a window in peaceful silence, greatcoat folded beside him and the new datapad his current focus as he attempts to reprogram its language into Basic. It's a relaxing task and somewhat flexes his technical skills, keeping his head down so that he is soon absorbed in his work, occasionally raking back loose red hair that flops forward without the usual regulation pomade, sweater sleeves rolled up as the heat of the shop seeps into his pale skin. Oddly, he thinks of his quiet talks with Phasma at the end of her shifts whenever she would approach him in his private quarters to log reports, and he misses the subtle humour that would wryly peel through her helmet as he drank his bitter tea, gently ribbing back and forth. He misses ... a lot about home. Yet, even though most of his time was objectively spent alone on the Finalizer, never has he had the time to actually feel lonely. There has always been something to do.
Armitage isn't happy but neither is he despairing anymore, which is as good as he suspects it will get on this moon. At least the caff is decent and no one is adding new bruises to his collection of faded relics. ]
ii. shuttle adventure. (closed to jim kirk)
[ It's a matter of time before one of the Resistance sabotages his attempts to get anything of worth done at Armitage's new job (he still isn't sure what to do with himself, exactly) but before they do he intends to get as good of an overview of what he's dealing with as possible, and that means actual legwork. No longer does he have a star-destroyer to simply scan the terrain on his behalf and relay any salient information; no, today he arrives on what passes for the Guard's shuttle bay with his homemade datapad under an arm, greatcoat buttoned (minus any insignia that might set off an unwanted confrontation) and ungelled hair whipping in the wind as he approaches the owner of the craft.
Not knowing what to expect with the rebels an unknown factor lurking in the shadows, he straightens up near Kirk and clears his throat. Manages a tight smile. (Certain factors run through his mind, taking note of the height and muscle Kirk has on him, comforted by the concealed blaster and knife Hux decided to keep hidden away on his person ... just in case.) ]
Captain. If you and your vessel are ready and willing, I believe I'm a little early for our tour of the Abandoned City.
iii. getting up, close and wet. (closed to valkyrie)
[ The only significant amount of time Hux spends in the public apartments is to shower, distrustful of the showers at the Perimeter Guard which are so close to the hygiene sectors that Stormtroopers use he can't bear to imagine setting foot inside them. So his routine goes as follows; enter the apartment with spare clothes and toiletries in his satchel, head straight to the showers, return to the bedroom and change into fresh clothes. He keeps a hairbrush and spare towel in the drawers next to his allotted bed, which is fortunate because today he doesn't have another towel to dry his hair with and, having discovered Tico is a resident on the same floor, he would rather not linger longer than necessary.
The aggressive woman known as Valkyrie is, of course, therefore passed out on his bed with her feet in the way of the drawers he needs to get into, dripping and cold in a single towel wrapped around his waist. She's the violent type, he has vaguely heard, so when it comes to waking her up he doesn't take any chances.
Armitage uses someone else's pillow to throw at her head, himself keeping a safe distance. In a cutting tone usually appropriated on the bridge of the Finalizer, he barks, ] Up, now!
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Don't see how that's my problem, actually.
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[To her credit, she actually complies with his request. To her detriment, she follows it the Val Way™, and kicks one foot out to just. Shove the bedside table toward him in the aisle between their beds.]
There. All yours.
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It's the principle of the thing.
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He earns an eyeroll.]
Don't worry, if I wanted to eye up your skinny arse, you'd know.
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Has anyone ever told you you're singularly disenchanting?
[ Not wanting to get damp in the shower again, he slides on his underwear and trousers before dropping the towels altogether. He suddenly hates the fact he has a button-up to put on; note to self, just wear t-shirts after showering. There's quite a lot he hates, in fact, but losing the privilege of his own private quarters on the Finalizer is currently prevalent. ]
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[Just to be a shit, now that she's awake and not getting back to sleep anytime soon, she stretches out on his bed the right way, head pillowed in her arms behind it, smirking up at him.]
You should really work on your upper body. Surprised anyone takes you seriously with those trapezoids.
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[ Yanking on his sweater to hide his body, he hauls on his greatcoat just to further the point. Then sits down on her bed to pull on his socks and shoes. ]
Take the damn thing, since you're all over it. I don't need it!
[ He'll continue to sleep in his chair at the Perimeter Guard, it's fine. He feel safer there, anyway. ]
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What, you're too good to sleep in a bed with the rest of us rubes?
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I'm too good for most of you, end of discussion.
[ With a defensive bite to his tone, he heads out of the bedroom at a stalk with both cheeks a blotchy, embarrassed red. ]
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Reluctantly, she pulls herself out of bed, still not bothering with pants, and follows him out into the common area.]
That's not a great way to make friends, you know. Trust me, I know from experience.
[oh hey! her bottle of ale from last night! good thing, she's parched.]
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I don't need friends. [ It comes out as though she suggested something as absurd as a mohawk. ] Why don't you do us both a favour and return to your hungover torpor on your new bed.
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Why are you even here? If you hate all of us so much, you should just get an apartment.
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Do you make this a habit, to criticise people until they run away and then berate them for their life-choices? [ Opening the door, he gets halfway out before he snaps, ] No wonder you've woken up alone.
[ And then slams it on his heel, furious and humiliated in equal amounts. ]
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Dick!
[This is what she gets when she tries to help people!!! Honestly.]
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