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[fhux]

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.

[ 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!

Comments

[winscenario]

[ Luckily for Hux, Jim is yet to be put up to speed about this particular development. To be fair, Jim has been away on a mission for a while, and he's only been back a few days, so that doesn't leave a lot of time to be caught up on certain things. In this case, it works in Hux's favor; when he steps out onto the shuttle bay, he's greeted with a friendly smile, and Jim thoughtlessly offers a hand for a shake. ]

Hux. [ He tilts his head, lips quirking into a lopsided grin. He can't very well let that wording slide without a comment, now can he. ] Oh, you'll come to find that I'm always ready and willing.

[ Anyway— he's been getting the shuttle ready for their flight, so with pleasantries exchanged, he nods for Hux to follow him as he steps into the shuttle. ]

iii.

[trashvalkyrie]

[The thing is, Valkyrie doesn't pay a whole lot of attention to where she's passing out. Sometimes she falls asleep in the common room and Steve has to carry her back to bed. Sometimes she falls asleep on the kitchen floor. Sometimes she falls asleep in the bed next to hers because they all look the same in the dark.

As such, she really has no clue she's not in her own bed. And she's very, very tired after a long day of work and a longer night of partying down. So when the pillow hits her, she grumbles awake, lifting her head with great effort and turning to see a man in a towel and only a towel, barking at her to get up.

One hand shoves her hair out of her face, and she gives him a bleary-eyed look.]

There are nicer ways to wake a girl up for a booty call, you know.

[What? She's just connecting the dots as best she can, here.]

i. central perk in space

[snapkaboom]

[Roy had also found that there was a strange lack of responsibility in the Perimeter Guard compared to what he was used to back in Amestris, especially since he wasn't working overtime to solve the murder of his best friend as well as the conspiracy with the homunculi. At first, it left him restless, but he was able to quickly adapt to having more free time. He spent a lot of it out and about the city, getting to know the layout and getting more familiar with the culture.

While coffee shops were certainly something you could find in Central, the abundance of them in the quarantine almost seemed like overkill to the Colonel. While he was more inclined to visit bars, the coffee shops were much easier to find near the Perimeter Guard HQ, and they were open in the morning and early afternoon. He walks in one, getting himself a black coffee and taking a look around to find a seat. He spots a man about his age, bent over some device. Hadn't he seen him around HQ? If so, he might as well introduce himself. It would be advantageous to make as many allies as possible.]

Excuse me. Are you part of the Perimeter Guard?

i. caff with coworkers!

[killthepast]

[ By now, Ren's recovered enough from his multiple gunshot wounds that he can largely mask the fact that he'd ever been injured in the first place. A keen eye could pick up on the stiffness in his left shoulder and arm, but to the less observant, he seems to be operating at 100%.

Which means he can finally stop holing up in the motel, and resume his usual schedule.

Except, now his usual schedule has him crossing paths with a certain general. It figures they'd be drawn to the same 'coffee' shop, where people are quiet and content to mind their own business. He can sense Hux before he even sets foot inside, and Ren actually has to take a moment to pause and consider if he should keep with his routine, or if he should turn around and go elsewhere.

No, he won't retreat from Hux, of all people. And besides, better the general than any of the Resistance. At least the two of them have something of a detente at the moment.

So, in he storms, a dark cloud dressed in black. Like Hux, Kylo's decidedly dressed down, in a sweater and jeans (courtesy of Leonard), looking positively... like a civilian. Not wholly out of the ordinary, considering he never bothered to adhere to the First Order's dress code to begin with. Hux, on the other hand, looks like another person entirely without the uniform or pomaded hair.

Perhaps that's why Ren, drink (A CINNAMON LATTE AND NOBODY WILL JUDGE HIM FOR IT) in hand, grabs the seat across from Hux (who needs an invite? he doesn't) and looks at the redhead as if he's a particularly interesting-- and unusual-- specimen.

No words, though. ]

( for pierce aka sithdad )

[fhux]

[ Prometheus labs. Ren's employer is the man whom Hux seeks out with a scheduled appointment sometime after the talk in the coffee shop, vaguely impressed by the rosta of projects listed under Pierce's name. Giant defence tech piques his interest in a way the mind-erasure themes don't, only idly considering those useful in a scenario where torture would be applicable to an enemy. After reading a few summaries of the government-approved programs, Hux picks a reapectable hour after midday (no one likes having their lunch disrupted) and arrives promptly on time for an informal interview, curiosity fuelled by a desire to see the man responsible for such forward-thinking outside the Perimeter Guard and, frankly, Ren's new soft-Snoke.

He dresses in the only suit he owns, forgoing his general's uniform but sticking to an all-black theme, his greatcoat folded over an arm when he enters the office. He can't seem to find the right pomade to make his hair entirely flatten into regulation-neatness but it has been strictly parted and, as in any meeting with his captains and commanders, he is clean-shaven. Sharp. First impressions count, loathe as he is to admit he needs anyone's help. ]

Good afternoon.