redmarsshit | june 2020. welcome to the void.

june 2020. welcome to the void.

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▶ Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.

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a. welcome to paradise.

What at first appears to be an odd glint in the sky over Anchor slowly broadens and brightens into a truly enormous...cruise ship? Yes, that's a cruise ship, and it's coming down to rest just outside of Anchor's exit doors. The ground shakes as it lands. A bubble forms over the ship and connects to Anchor's exit, and there's no two ways about it: the ship comes with its own radiation shield.

This sucker puts the Titanic to shame. Nearly as long as Anchor is wide, it's more like a floating city than the cruise ship it resembles. Little satellite ships hover and dart around it, occupied by alien lifeforms with too many arms to quite fit the Hawaiian print shirts that they're wearing.

The Daisy Darling Interdimensional Cruise Barge has come to Anchor.

b. anchors away!

And it's quite accessible to residents of Anchor. In fact, the people (of every shape, size, and coloration that can't be considered human) on board will be delighted to host the creatures they've been watching for the past few months as they orbited the planet. Not only will Anchorites find themselves accosted for photos, but they can also find figurines, keychains, and small novelty items of themselves in almost every knick-knack store on the promenade deck. The souvenir shops will also come heavily stocked with red shift-themed items, including toys and decorations featuring some of the monsters that have appeared from the wastes. You always wanted a slinky sand worm, didn't you?

Anyone who can sing, dance, play music, or otherwise perform will be encouraged to do so and showered with gifts - both useful and useless - by the vacationers. Have an instrument, or a good voice? Go busking! Sell your art, give lectures about your home worlds, teach salsa dancing. The vacationers are just waiting to give you money for helping them have a good time.

There's an alien casino, with machines both familiar and very very not. It's a rollicking place with neon signs, free-flowing drinks, and even more free-flowing money. You might not have any use for alien currency in Anchor itself, but it couldn't hurt to check out the shops with a little extra cash from the poker tables, could it? At one side is an all-you-can-eat buffet of everything under the sun, from alien fruit and vegetable platters to...is that a whole giant squid? I never knew they came in quite that color...

You can sneak around the casino without too much effort, stealing from pockets, tables, and platters, but that could get you caught and thrown in the brig, which. Well. We'll get to that, but you don't really want to go there.

The uppermost level of the ship is a beach and water park. There's sand, palm trees, a wave pool, water slides, and a lazy river with inner tubes big enough to support even the heftiest alien. Oh, and a regular old pool, over there. Where all the old aliens are hanging out and playing hover-shuffle-board. Swimming gear is required in this area, but not to worry! There’s an automated booth that will supply you with just the suit you need.

In addition to these places, there's a whole ship to explore, with all the amenities a weary traveler could want. A spa (manned by real (alien) people!), jacuzzis, restaurants that actually function with food the bold can actually eat, clothing stores (though not much of it is designed with humans in mind), deck chairs on sunny promenades, gardens full of alien flowers, and an enormous library filled with books that are checked out based on the honor system. So, y'know. Be honorable. Or something.

c. the first rule of daisy darling.

For those unentertained by the above-board offerings of the upper decks, there's the ship’s more hidden amenities. A fight club filled with creatures of every shape, size, and level of power. A drug den with everything from euphoria-inducing cigarettes to hallucination-causing body paints. A thriving black market, though the offerings are comparatively innocent - bootlegged episodes of Anchors Away, mostly. What's that? Oh, just the reality show of your lives over the past six months. Let's hope no one comes across any awkward vids showing things you don't want people to know about.

Attached to the fight club is the brig. Can you see where this is going? People who get caught breaking the rules on the Daisy Darling can expect to face the music by being put opposite some of the ships more powerful monsters, or its more powerful and reckless vacationers. Who wouldn't love to test themselves against a giant robot or an honest-to-god cowboy? Don't worry! If you get too badly hurt, there's a repair suite on the medical level that can fix up almost any injury. Just don't die before you get there.

If anyone asks about staying on board, escaping the planet with the ship, or tries to convince an alien to help them stow away, they'll be told it goes against both the prime directive and the Daisy's petting zoo rules. Try to stow away on your own? Well, if you're lucky, you'll get caught by a benevolent guard and booted back to Anchor. If you're unlucky, get those boxing gloves ready, because you're headed for the brig.

d. the network.

Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to ask a friend to back you up and tag team in the fight club? Maybe you need to hold your sat phone up to whatever crazy thing you're seeing and send out a recording to double-check if your eyes are deceiving you and what you're looking at is real?

Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.

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Gokudera easily takes offense if he's ever the butt of a joke, but it is not below him or even a little humiliating to act childish in teasing and enjoying the mockery of others. It's that same boyish teasing that made him declare that Yamamoto is full of rice and baseballs. Ridiculous and innocent teasing.

"Now I'm just imagining your ass on fire," He says and chuckles some more before he's relaxing a little more.

"Yeah. They'd make me more expressive." Not that he needs that.

It is the boys will be boys, they wouldn't be them without the teasing. Bantering and otherwise, ruckus making that comes with being their age and being friends. It is an age-old tradition that any male with other male friends knows well and enjoys.

His eyebrows go up, wide and then he blinks repeatedly shaking his head "That would be unpleasant, I think I'd have to take my pants off." Yeah, no flaming behind he is not at the stage in life where running around naked is on his to-do list thank you.

Yamamoto nods "They'd suit you, then when you get made they'd wiggle" He puts his fingers up by his head as if they are ears, wiggling them.

"No! I mean like how the Tenth's gloves light up!" Gokudera is blushing. Idiot don't talk about taking your pants off. That sounds weird! "He got them from Reborn-san." Not everything Reborn gives to people is on fire, Gokudera. Stop.

"No they'd go like," Gokudera holds up his hands, then turns them back and flattens them. "Back! Like this." And then there'd be twitching if he were suspicious or if something bothered him. They'd definitely swivel about, he's sure.

"Oh! I thought you meant fire fire and that would be hot. I don't think I would flame-like Tsuna, mine is different. But then again that kid comes up with some crazy stuff." He sees nothing wrong with this, to him if your pants are on fire and they are not dying will flames, take them off, it's sensible. Yamamoto thinks the color is from the sun, nevermind if he thought about it, this is probably not a real sun or maybe it is? But it's not as if they are directly exposed, good thing he does not think of it or realize that the blush is because he talked about taking his pants off.

Yamamoto feels like they'd lay back a lot, but he has to admit, it's kind of cute. Not out loud of course because Gokudera would probably hit him or call him weird but come on, the guy just made cat ears and is seriously talking about having some, can anyone blame him if the mental image is adorable.

"What would they do when you're happy?" He muses the subject interesting enough to keep him going with a smile.

"I'd love to see that." Gokudera says because seriously how in the world would just the butt be on fire? "You're right though... so maybe they'd just kind of transform like your bat, except it's just that you put them on and your tail just fits through?" But if it were a curled tail, would that be uncomfortable? Probably not. Mafia magic can seem pretty accommodating.

They would lay back almost all the time, and Gokudera would be very cute. He would definitely yell and smack Yamamoto if he voiced that thought.

"Be straight up, I think."

"Who knows, it could happen. I just hope not to my pants." Because ouch, also gasoline concentrated in one area on otherwise flame-retardant pants? He contemplates that scenario, it does make sense and if anyone could do it, Reborn could. "It might be worth having a tail to try those out."

Yeah, that's why he will keep the goofy smile but never admit that it is because despite how cute upstanding ears are there is something about Gokudera with them flattened that is adorable and his own secret because some times he is smart enough to keep his mouth shut. No smacks today~

"Would they twitch like a cat when you pet them?" Or maybe one, because some times he says what he is thinking and does not consider the consequences.

"You'd be like a firefly" A literal firefly with a glowing butt. Gokudera chuckles, even if it could hurt, it'd still be terribly amusing. Yamamoto saying it might be worth it gets Gokudera to chuckle all the more, and he's got a very light expression on his face. Why the idea of Yamamoto's pants ripping or on fire is so funny is probably because Gokudera's not a very nice person.

"If I pet them? No. If someone else does... Who the fuck would I let touch my head, huh?" Gokudera looks unimpressed by the notion. He may not be a cat, but he has the attitude similar to one. No one is allowed to touch him without him getting angry about it to some degree.

"A literal one" Because his butt wouldn't just be glowing, it would be on fire. It's okay, Gokudera can laugh, Yamamoto is. It's kind of hard not to, it's not every day a person lays on a beach on an alien ship talking about flaming asses after all. It is worth even the teasing to himself to not only let the amusement bubble up in himself but in his friend. He'd argue the fact of being a nice person because he thinks they are all nice people. Even the Cloud in his own way.

Oh hey, if he does not open his mouth in the next three seconds he may slide through this. Nope, opens mouth, inserts foot "They'd be hard to resist"

Meaning at some point, he would try. It's Yamamoto, personal space is not always something he thinks of. He has taken a lump or two to invade it without cute little cat ears after all. Yes, he is very cat-like and that only adds to the ears, it's amusing enough that despite the unimpressed look on Gokudera's face this baseball idiot is still grinning.

"Just zipping around with your pants on fire..." Gokudera's face kind of hurts from all the laughter and he's smiling readily. The fact that he takes such joy at others misfortunes makes him at least somewhat of a mean person, or maybe it's just that his sense of humor is a bit darker than most? He can still be nice, but not when he laughs.

"Maybe it wouldn't be bad, but still! You can't just do that without warning!" Gokudera scoffs. Uri gets upset if he brings his hand to those ears without first presenting it. It gets nipped half the time, but he knows that those ears are a favorite spot to scratch and pet. Maybe it would feel good.

"Would I get shrunk down in size or think I'd be this size?" That's enough to get Yamamoto laughing again, he can see himself doing exactly that. He imagines he'd probably be trying to fan out the flames after awhile but it would be one of the more interesting moments in his life. Darker humor would be more Yamamoto's assumption. They can agree to disagree on the laugh situation, Yamamoto can be stubborn after all. He can find fun at Yamamoto's expense, it's worth it if it gets his friend, any of his friends to give such a ready smile.

"Oh so if I asked nicely then?" He is teasing, kind of, really he is thinking about petting fluffy kitty ears and who would not like to do that. They are soft and cute and it would make him no difference if they were on a cat or his friend. Cat ears are cat ears and deserve all the attention.

"Why the hell would you shrink?" Gokudera asks with an amused little snort. That's odd, but... if they're talking about him being the size of a firefly, it does make sense. A human firefly with a curled dog tail... strange. This isn't as funny, but it is amusing.

"I get the feeling you wouldn't." He says. There'd probably be some patting, hair ruffling, ear scratching and Gokudera would go from irritated to relaxed too quickly for his comfort.

"To be closer to firefly size, except maybe bigger." He holds his hands apart kind of about the size of a small statue, smaller than Reborn but not so small he wouldn't be visible. "Then maybe I could get some wings too." The possibilities are endless here.

"I'd try, but they may be too cute to resist." Probably, no actually there definitely would be patting, ruffling and ear scratching and Yamamoto would sure be happy if Gokudera relaxed, because if not he would get an elbow to the ribs. But, per usual, he'd find it worth it.

"That's definitely bigger!" Considering fireflies are around pea-sized. "So you'd be a hybrid mix of baseball idiot and firefly with a dog tail like Jirou's and wings like Kojiro's?"

"So you'd ask once, and then from that point on always just try." He points at him. Gokudera understands the lures of cute cat ears. He sees your aim, Yamamoto.

"Well yeah too small and you couldn't see the flames, it would just be a glow." And the flames are probably the funniest part of the whole image, not a tiny Yamamoto with a tail and wings, but he is nodding definitely thinking the wings improve the whole scenario. "Yup, I can even wear my baseball cap." He flashes a grin, really, does he even know how to be offended.

"Probably..." He keeps on grinning at that finger, at least they understand each other and he knows where Yamamoto is going with this. It's all about the cute cat ears man.

"Now that's just unrealistic," He says and crosses his arms, grinning. It is all ridiculous, but he can't deny that it's a very vivid mental image.

"Yep. If I ever end up with cat ears, I'll just wear a hat." Then he won't be tempted to touch them, and Gokudera wouldn't have to feel self conscious.

"You think, I mean if my butt can flame" He shrugs, seems viable to him, maybe one day they'll meet a Reborn here who can tell them rather this is possible or not. For now, he will just amuse himself with it and snicker, because the whole thing is unrealistic but was a moment needed for them just to have fun.

"That's not fair, I'll still know they are there." Plus, they will be sharing a living space, Gokudera can't sleep in that hat. And how does he know, maybe just the knowledge of those ears would be enough to make him want to touch.

"We can make that happen right now," He says casually. Setting the back of Yamamoto's pants on fire can't be too difficult. At the very least, Gokudera could throw dynamite at him and then there could be a chance. Easy. No problem, just hold still.

Gokudera looks over at Yamamoto and his eyes narrow for a second before he makes a show of pouting his lips and mocking the other, "It's not fair~" He gives a small huff of a laugh and goes back to his cigarette. "You're like a little kid..."

"Huh? No way...." He starts laughing harder as he knows, Gokudera means he could light his pants on fire and he is not holding still for that. The bomber will have to chase after the baseball player to make that happen.

Yeah, he will just keep laughing, it is almost enough to make him have to hold onto his stomach because that was cute, that was too cute and he has to laugh or get slapped so laugh it is. He likes this side of Gokudera.

"What, a man can like cat ears too." What, is he teasing back, yes, yes he is.

"Yep, come on over here and we'll make it happen." Gokudera says and pulls out his lighter with one hand, beckoning Yamamoto with the other. He's not chasing him, but he'll be down for making the other laugh harder. Hopefully, it'll be a reminder of this every time Gokudera pulls his lighter out.

Of course it's cute. He doesn't realize it is, but maybe it's the lighthearted way of teasing that does it. Or maybe that he's mocking with a whining tone, and it sounds all the more childish on him.

"Not when they whine like that! Life is not fair, and so if I have cat ears, I'm going to cover them and you'll just have to deal with it!" He crosses his arms. It's final. That's what he's doing and he'll stick with it.

"Oi, you stay away from my butt" He is dying, he is laughing so hard that if Gokudera really wanted to he could probably get at least relatively close to lighting his butt on fire before Yamamoto ran away. He will cover it with his hands for good measure though, just in case or really more to laugh harder at this silliness.

"I'll steal the hat then" He grins, still cute and besides Gokudera should know, hat or no hat if Yamamoto wants to pet the ears, Yamamoto will find a way to pet the ears.

"Guh!" How dare he word it like that! "No! I'm not going anywhere near it! I'm not gonna do anything. Just come here, baseball idiot." Click click, he's thumbing his lighter, grinning at the other as he covers his behind.

"Fine. You steal my hat, I'll burn your pants." Sounds reasonable.

How else should he word it? Either way, his butt will catch fire, these pants are not flame retardant. Though, he does have his Choice battle suit. That may work if they think of it. "No way, nuh huh, I'm not setting my butt on fire in these pants" It's too funny, no matter that he knows it's not going to happen he laughs heavily, feigning scared and protecting his behind with all his might.

"Then I'll have to walk around without pants" That does not seem fair.

It is not Yamamoto's fault at all that Gokudera is interested in butts, and especially his, but he's still going to act offended about it. Maybe if things are getting too dull, Gokudera can get on the network asking where he can get some flame retardant pants.

"I'm not asking you to set your butt on fire! I'm telling you to come over here. Look." Gokudera sets the lighter down on the sand in front of him.

"If you can't keep your hands to yourself, you deserve to walk around without pants on!" Out of context, that remark makes zero sense. These two are ridiculous.

Well considering how good of shape the swordsman keeps himself in, who can blame Gokudera. It is a rather nice butt after all. If he doesn't Yamamoto might, it seems there are stashes of pants around Anchor any way so maybe once he starts finding those he'll think about this moment and they can give it a whirl.

"Oh..." And as trusting as ever Yamamoto trots right over next to Gokudera. Yes, he took his hands off his butt they slide into his pocket as he smiles at his friend.

"But, you'd be so cute with cat ears, can you blame me?" Still grinning ear to ear as he says it because well, it's true and he has to try to stop himself from being pantless should these ears occur. Also, the comment does not help put anything in context, anyone overhearing them probably thinks these two are a little whacky.

Baseball player butts are always good butts. Yamamoto doesn’t even have to bring any attention to it for Gokudera to be interested. It’s safe... for now.

“Tch,” Gokudera picks up his lighter and moves to put it in his back pocket, leaning forward some to make that easier, and glancing up as though he’s never heard anything so embarrassing directed at him in his life.

“Would not!” They’d look out of place... especially if like Uri’s, they were producing storm flames.

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