redmarsshit | june 2020. welcome to the void.

june 2020. welcome to the void.

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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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"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.

At least they are not in uniform pants since those are made for said baseball butts. His butt may not be as safe as he thinks if so.

Yamamoto laughs at the expression, flopping down on the sand beside the other boy he flashes a grin and props his hands behind his head.

"Would so..." Simple as that, deny all you want, keep it up and Yamamoto is like to pet his head just to show him how cute it would be. He is tempted to do it now but he will hold out, for the moment at least.

Edited (i swore I responded to this way earlier, my bad.) 2020-07-12 05:52 (UTC)

The baseball uniform pants would be too obvious to set on fire. As far as staring goes, as long as Yamamoto isn't running around covering his butt with his hands and being silly, Gokudera won't be obvious.

"Let's agree to disagree," Otherwise they could go on arguing about cat ears being cute or not on Gokudera all day. He's got the energy for it, sure, but there are other more amusing things to do aside from arguing childishly.

Too precious you mean, those things would probably be hard to come by in Anchor. He is going to end up playing baseball in his suit at this rate. As long as Gokudera is not coming after his butt with a lighter he'll do his level best to keep his hands off his butt. No promises are made because things happen okay.

"Okay!" He chuckles, because that means, in the end, he won because well he doesn't care what his friend says. Cat ears would be cute and pettable and he is p pretty sure they will never find out anyway. People don't randomly grow ears and tails. Well, there was that guy who he fought that could kind of do that, so maybe? It is clear he is thinking from the few moments of blessed silence the bomber is granted.

"Hey, Gokudera, you think this place could really end up giving us animal ears or tails?" It would be interesting.

Nah. Nothing shows scorch/burn marks like white pants. The butt is precious. There’s only one baseball booty in Anchor. Gokudera wants to make Yamamoto think he’ll set it on fire though, so when he least expects it, there will be his lighter clicking behind him. Not now.

Yamamoto has not won! Just because Gokudera doesn’t want him to get the last word in, he grumbles, “They wouldn’t...”

“Hm? No.... maybe? I doubt it.” Wouldn’t they be stuck with them?

The most precious of baseball butts of course. It must be protected. However, every time a lighter gets near it the ball player is sure to grab ahold of it and give some other hilarious response.

Yamamoto has won, he sits up then, leaning over so that he can touch Gokudera's hair, almost as if making kitty ears he leans around to look at the other from the front "Definitely cute" He smiles, his point proven.

"It'd be interesting." He assumes comedic in some ways too, since who knows what anyone would end up with.

He just enjoys the idea of spooking the other. Maybe Gokudera will set his pants on fire. Yamamoto will never know. It'd be way too funny watching him try to put his butt out. Gokudera's got to hold back his attempts. It's too soon... There isn't enough sense of security.

He has not won! Gokudera won't let him. Having his hair touched makes him raise his shoulders and draw his head back while he swings an arm. It's to either punch, push, or slap but it's all to communicate, "Don't touch me!"

Rude!

"It would!" That's it, he's clicking that lighter behind Yamamoto. There is actual flame approaching him. It'll either be the back, the butt, or whatever else he can reach, but Gokudera is Going For It.

Yamamoto's poor pants, he is going to have to keep a close eye. It should be a ball of hilariousness a dashing ballplayer with a lighter wielding bomber in pursuit. The things comedy gold are made of. Nope from this day forward, Yamamoto Takeshi will be ever vigilant of his booty and it's proximity to lighters.

Yamamoto takes a few light lumps for the flailing, nothing too severe and he tumbles back with a laugh, flopping into the side as he grins up at Gokudera. Clearly not worried about the don't touch me or his own "rudeness".

"AH GOKUDERA!" Yamamoto yelps, rolling as fast he can, he has two options. Run for it or try to stop the other. When he comes from a roll to a crouch there is a challenging smile and he dives in to tackle the other Guardian to the sand in an attempt to take his lighter. It's either flame on or get out of the way of an incoming ballplayer Gokudera, the ball is in his court.

Gokudera is very good at keeping to his word. He said he'd light Yamamoto's pants on fire. He'll do that, he'll throw dynamite at a stranger for yawning in front of the Tenth. He'll drop-kick a five year-old (Lambo), for being annoying. Don't think that butt is ever safe just because there is only one like it in Anchor.

There's a smirk that meets that laugh, yelp, an roll. Gokudera's cackling and trying to tuck away his lighter as Yamamoto dives at him. What's he gonna do, huh? Take it? As if! Who knows where Gokudera is keeping it. Probably in the same mysterious space on his person he keeps copious amounts of dynamite.

"Oof! Ack-! What'd I say?!" He barks.

Yes, Yamamoto knows this, that is why he will be guarding his pants with a keen eye. After all, it is one of a kind and the only one he has, he would like to keep it fire-free. Unless of course, it was a Vongola weapon or something, he may try that.

Crap, he got the lighter away before Yamamoto made his tackle, that's unfair. He could go looking for it but even Yamamoto knows it's futile, this guy comes up with bombs out of thin air, that lighter could be anywhere, including in some parallel dimension in Gokudera's pocket. Instead, he grins at his friend who he just tackled.

"That you were going to set my pants on fire, this is self-preservation."

A Vongola fire butt weapon. Ridiculous but totally not. If their boss's tutor is the worlds greatest hitman, and also an infant, and his best method of training, his pupil is shooting him in the head... it's not unreasonable to think there could be some Vongola style weapon that entails fire-butt shenanigans.

Where the lighter, cigarettes, and dynamite go is a secret that Gokudera will never share. A mafia man is entitled to his mysteries.

"So you heard me but didn't listen! No cat ears of mine are being touched. Actually! Just don't touch me- Ughhhh," Have a dramatic groan and a shove, Yamamoto.

It sounds ridiculous, the thing is, they definitely could already have one or build one. It would be no surprise at all. The Vongola have a pretty good lock on out of the realm of possibility weaponry; it's one of their many things.

Yamamoto will try to find out someday. They have to be hidden somewhere. Then again, perhaps mysteries are best left unsolved, he'll have to decide ultimately.

"It wasn't actual cat ears yet. I just wanted to see." There is more grinning, laughing baseball idiot at the dramatic groan and shove, he easily rolls, tumbling on his back to the sand next to Gokudera in his laughter.

"I was right; it's cute."

There's Longchamp's family, and the Bovino, an the Cavallone, and so many other families with incredible and weird weapons. The Vongola don't have the ten-year bazooka for time travel. They don't have Desolation bullets. But... they could probably develop something the incorporates butts and fire. Easy. No problem.

He'd probably have to grab Gokudera by the ankles and shake him like a bully would looking for pocketed lunch money. Who knows what else would come out?

"It doesn't matter! If you want to see so bad... fuckin' get some glasses and draw little triangles on them so everyone you see has cat ears," Gokudera holds his hands to his eyes to pretend he's wearing... binoculars? Weird.

"Cats are cute. Bottom line. You don't have to touch me to make a point I am well aware of. Hmph."

Gokudera will have to give Yamamoto time, it took him long enough to accept that it wasn't a mafia game between rival schools. He is bound to learn all the families and their abilities. He is also bound to like all the Guardians still see Vongola as the best. Because they are.

That sounds highly dangerous as if it could cause explosions or black eyes. Both are things Yamamoto would very much like to avoid. He will have to reconsider any plans to find that lighter. For now.

"I didn't want to see everyone with cat ears." He laughs, yes he knows he is picking and probably annoying Gokudera a little but it's fun to go back and forth this way. "I was proving cats were cute."

Gokudera is avoiding his point because Yamamoto is sure he did not miss it.

It's not like he expects the baseball nut to patent a weapon like that... just be part of the demonstration.

Highly dangerous and amusing. Gokudera's got a pretty good grasp of wherever he keeps his weapons, but of he'd definitely throw some nice jabs at whoever could have the audacity.

"Your right. Glasses would look strange on you." Gokudera smirks.

"You don't have to prove something everyone already knows!"

Of course he' avoiding the point.

Who knows, maybe he is a weapon making specialist and just doesn't know yet because he hasn't tried.

Sadly it is all true, and this is one mystery the poor baseball player will never discover the answer to.

"I would.." He laughs, plus glasses would make baseball and sword work hard, he is glad for his excellent eyesight.

There is a playful smirk on the baseball player's lips when he speaks again, "So you admit you're cute. Good."

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