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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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."

Well, Yamamoto is a very surprising kind of guy. No one could put it past him. Maybe if it took enough will... some kind of bullet to unlock that kind of power? Butt-power? What...

What even. NEVERMIND.

Gokudera wants to see Yamamoto in glasses. He'd probably look way more mature.

"Ah-! I'm not a cat!!! I'm not admitting something like that!"

One can imagine the name the mafia would come up with for such a power. There is no need to let Yamamoto do the naming, for all his talents, naming things is not one of them.

Maybe they can find a pair around somewhere he can make the baseball player try. Then again, if he wants a more mature looking swordsman, all he has to do is instigate his serious side. When those eyes harden, there is a change in how mature he appears.

"Too late, you already did since that was my point all along." He gives a long stretch, letting each muscle group in his body work themselves out.

Gokudera named his cat Uri because those spots look like a melon. That's just odd. Maybe they should let Lambo do the honors. At least it'd be something they could just blame him for if someone thought the name sucked. If it were awesome, they could just say it's because Lambo has such great influences. There. Problem solved.

Glasses plus a serious Yamamoto face would make an entirely different person. Gokudera may just put his own glasses on the other boy for shits and giggles. Not now, but... maybe some day if he's bored and thinks it'll be fun.

"No I didn't. I said cats are cute! You're taking my words out of context!" He moves to poke Yamamoto sharply in the ribs. "Oi! Your point is invalid!"

Yes, that is obviously the best answer. Let the youngest Guardian do the naming then they only have to claim if it is awesome. If not they can blame his young age and lack of any naming sense, not their own lack of such.

They really would, knowing Yamamoto if the bomber gets bored and does it he'll go along. It's not as if it wouldn't be funny.

"No I'm not, you said I was right and my point was you would be cute with cat ears." Then his poked in his ribs and he lets out an opfh before he chuckles "I agree to disagree." Oh how about that, not that he won't keep up the silly line of conversation. He just won't change his mind on the point he was making. He is also going to lightly poke one finger right into the bomber's ribs, that's for his!

They're such good boys. Model citizens, right here.

Gokudera is going to have to find an extra pair of glasses, probably without the lenses. His own are pretty precious to him.

"I said everyone knows cats are cute! You can try to make your point, but your persuasion is lacking." Even if Gokudera were wrong, he's sure he could be so convincing in his argument. But then Yamamoto is parroting his words from earlier. "Guh-hii!" Oh fuck that's ticklish. Gokudera slaps at that hand, a heavy frown on his face. "Don't touch me!"

The best the mafia has to offer.

Good idea, because he wouldn't want to break the pair he has. It would make his time in the library that is to come a little complicated. And Yamamoto would feel guilty if they accidentally broke. Plus, no lenses are best, since he has good eyesight without them.

"Should I make a report, like in school?" Not that his grades are ever that great, but Gokudera should know when he applies himself he can do well. He would so nail that report, watch him! The swordsman laughs, popping his hands behind his head "I don't know what you're talking about" He did not poke Gokudera, he's silly.

Maybe Gokudera will just draw on his face while he's asleep. Then they don't have to worry about a pair of glasses getting broken.

"No, because you can't convince me I'd be cute with cat ears." He refuses to have his mind changed, thanks.

"Asshole-" Gokudera crawls closer to him, grabs a hand full of sand... and then tries to shove it down the front of the other boy's shirt.

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