voyagers | [ota] i am a super srs rper

[water is bad. leave elena alone!!!!!!! water!!!!!!!!!

but no, they are dripping and wet. and they're leaving puddles behind them, and it is kind of adorable really.

john lifts up his eyebrows at the correction before he nods, stares down at his feet.]

Oh. I get it. [john follows where she leads, keeping his arm around her as she starts towards the kitchens. he doesn't know where they are or where they are going, and he is too drunk to think straight about it.] Not a drink-drink but water to... drink. [pause.] Hi.

[jrkl;ae a very drunk, big puppy.]

[ elena lifts her eyebrows right back at him, except there's still that faint amusement coating her expressions. she really is pleased he is following where she leads without putting up a fight.

as it has been stated, he is quite bigger than her.

the smirk on her lips tugs a bit wider. ]

You said that already.

[ not that she minds being told hi twice. she just thought she would let him know. ]

[ he's good at following and she's good at leading. as a member of the peacecraft royal family, she was born to lead. it's in her blood — though she would sooner credit these attributes to her adoptive father than to the king who perished in a great fire when the alliance military stormed the capital when she was but two-years-old. ]

Oh? And here I was thinking you were an expert. [ she's teasing and leading him towards one of the changing rooms. ] Here, I'll wait outside. There should be a sink in there.

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[there is a kitchen ahead of them to the right, and because he is so much bigger than her, it likely is gonna take some wobbly and maneuvering before he can turn on his own feet.

he looks down at her, and john tilts his head to the side before a tiny, drunk, quiet laugh escapes him when he releases a breath.]

...oh.

[he did not realize that.] Thanks for-- [john gestures. emotionally unavailable dude that he can be sometimes, but he means that.] I got drunk... before I showed up here.

[john is good at leading too, but he was made to be good at following orders. and he is good at that too, really good. jed would say he's better at following orders than giving them, but the jury is still out on that one. he'd be amazed to know all she's done at her age, all the responsibility she has.

if anyone deserves a drink, it'd be her.

he smirks softly at what she says.] Glad to know my inexperience wasn't shining through. [his smirk widens a bit before he nods and then... heads inside of the changing room. there's the sound of fumbling, stumbling a bit before there's the sound of water running

and john sticks his head into the water because it seems like a good idea so when he comes out again, his head is completely wet but he seems to be thinking at least a little clearer. maybe.] I'm... John Young by the way. Bad, first impression, I know.

A bit bad, but forgivable, and certainly not the worst. You haven't stolen an ambulance or threatened to kill me yet, so you haven't taken the trophy away from the current worst first impression holder.

[ heero yuy, king of making bad impressions. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Young. [ she doesn't introduce herself because she's rude. she doesn't introduce herself, because she can't even go grocery shopping without being recognized. for better or worse, hers is a face the public knows, and introductions on her end simply fell out of service because of it. relena's yet to realize she's dealing with a place that incorporates various times as well as worlds and realities. ]

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...what kind of life do you lead that that would even-- I will let that person have their trophy, and you actually associated with them after that?

[it's not like john can say someone threatening to kill him is really his dealbreaker, but she looks young. granted, he was young too when he was first an ultra agent so he knows being young doesn't really mean anything.]

You too, Ms. .... what can I call you? It doesn't have to be the truth if you don't want it to be, but we're... probably not from the same world in this place. [john may be drunk, but he does remember that. there were people from all kinds of different places. there are people who are witches. people who are vampires and all kinds of things that john knows doesn't exist in his world. if they did, ultra would be trying to kill them too.]

I do, when they're around. [ heero was come and go. it was his way. ] Believe it or not, I trust this person with my life.

[ which is why she did nothing to detour him when he was firing on the bunker she was being held captive in. she knew he was up there in wing zero, he knew she was down there being held against her will... yet they both knew that she was fully willing to die if it meant preventing a military takeover. she trusted him to do what needed to be done, much to mariemaia's horror. ]

You mean you don't know? [ oh. well then. she'll be bowing in apology, the rising up and extending a polite hand for him to shake. ] Forgive me, I assumed you knew who I was. That we were from the same world... [ although, to be honest, that sounds like ludicrous to her ears. truth be told, she's waiting for heero to sneak aboard this ship and take her back to the nearest preventer base. she's so used to being kidnapped and holding her own while waiting patiently for rescue that the reality of her unusual situation has yet to sink in. ]

My name is Relena Darlian. I'm the Vice Foreign Minister for the Earth's Sphere Unified Nation.

[john thinks about his own life and the different ways that he has met the people in it.] ...I can believe it.

[but he is still incredibly curious about her life where that would be ordinary. he is also a really private person. john has a lot of walls up inside of himself, and he doesn't talk about his own history and his own life, which is why he never expects other people to do so.

john shakes his head in response, lifting his hand out to take hers in his own.] It's an understandable assumption to make. Not really used to this whole other worlds thing either. [it's just what he learned the last time that he was here, and it stuck with him. it's why he was more willing to share about his powers with a witch who so clearly wasn't from his own universe where that kind of knowledge was dangerous to hand out.]

...you're-- I feel like I should say it's an honor to meet you, Ms. Darlian. [because that's one helluva impressive title.] I've never heard of you before, and I... don't know what the Earth's Sphere Unified Nation is, but it sounds like you have a lot on your shoulders.

You made it sound like it was your first time, too.

[ elena comments on this lightly - more out of curiosity than condemnation, really - as she leads him into the kitchen. specifically, toward one of the stools so he can sit down. his legs don't seem to be at their most steady at the moment, okay? she goes to the fridge in search of water, but that reminds her - ]

Have you had anything to eat?

[ if he got drunk on an empty stomach, that might be part of the reason why he's so unsteady. elena is no culinary chef, but that doesn't mean she can't whip up something fast and harmless. besides, the kitchens seem to have a lot of food all ready to go and eat. so john may be spared elena's attempts. ]

[ relena herself is a surprisingly private person in contrast to what the world might believe. there are the things she deliberately puts on display for the media to eat up and use as fodder for their cover stories and that which she keeps very closely guarded. she learned that early on when she was the diplomat's daughter and not the diplomat herself -- never do anything which could reflect poorly on daddy's political career. the same went for her own.

she shrugs lightly, as humble and modest as ever. ] I do what I can, and I'm only the Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs. It's the Minister himself who has the most work cut out for him in our department.

It... is. I've had drinks before, but I've... never gotten drunk before.

[john never let himself before. there was too much responsibility. and the responsibility is still there, but... he just got kicked out and was lost, and he ended up there. it's something he is really starting to regret. he grew up around it even before ultra after all. there were times he hated alcohol. he blinks after a moment, looking over at her at the question

and then shaking his head.] No. Not in... awhile.

[he can't remember the last time. it was kind of a really busy day, and whenever that happens, it's hard to remember to do much else. by the time the business stopped, he... well. things went to hell even worse than before, and he... had no more home and nowhere to go] ...why? Are you gonna cook something?

[john stares at her after a moment at the way she so humbly responds to that, and he shakes his head with a tiny smile after a moment, because it's amazing to him. he doesn't know the details, and he's mostly drunk, but... he has the responsibility of his species on his hands (the responsibility that he created when he-- well, he's done plenty to deserve that responsibility.]

I don't think there's any only about that title at all, Ms. Darlian. [he doesn't know many people who are so quick to be humble and modest.] So what kind of work do you do?

I think it would be best for everyone if I didn't.

[ a wry smile touches her lips as she looks back at him while simultaneously closing the fridge. taking a few steps over to him, she sets the cool, bottled water in front of him before she motions back to the kitchens. ]

The food replenishes by itself. Some of it you have to cook, but some of it's just ... already made. Like it's waiting for you.

[ sometimes, it even seems to be sentient if you have a certain craving and that craving appears. no one ever said this ship wasn't ridiculous. ]

...that bad of a cook?

[john smirks a bit when he sees that wry smile on her face, and he leans against the counter. he picks up the bottle of water gratefully, glancing to look sideways at her.]

Kind of creepy. Are we sure there's no one in charge of this ship?

[because he can see how a telepath could easily figure that stuff out, what someone was craving, and there are people with all kinds of powers here, maybe several working together-- his brain is not in a good place to try to create theories about this ship since it's still... swimming in alcohol

so he just takes a long drink fro the bottle of water.]

[Oh, she knows that sway. She knows that sway better than she'd like and she's not a huge fan of people who are drunk (she has reasons for it, because it's not as harmless as people seem to think it is), but it's John, so she's not going to let him fall and drown himself in the pool.]

Hi.

[She takes a few steps closer and tries not to make a face at the smell of the alcohol coming off him, before placing her hands on his shoulders gently.]

Maybe you should sit down.

[no, it's not necessarily harmless at all. people get reckless with it. they become a bigger target. they become violent and angry in some cases. his wandering around in the city drunk was practically asking to be picked up by ultra and killed.

he doesn't doubt anymore that jedikiah would be more than willing to kill him. maybe he knows he deserves that too.

still he hadn't been thinking straight. the weight and responsibility of the things that he has done and the reasons why an entire group of people that he cares about is lost is because-- he did it, and he needs to fix it if it's the last thing he does.]

Yeah, I think... I should. [his voice is quiet, half shamed as her hands rest against his shoulders.] Sorry. I've never been drunk before.

[Her face looks sympathetic, almost surprised - guys his age have usually been drunk at least once, but if he's never been that means whatever happened must be serious. He doesn't seem to be violent or upset though, so at she can at least do her best to keep him that way.]

Well, lucky you - I'm very good at taking care of drunk people.

[She leads him gently over to one of the lounge chairs and gets him to sit.]

I'm gonna get you some water. Just stay here, okay?

[John follows where she leads really easily. He is pretty much a giant puppy right now who will follow wherever anyone leads him without fighting it. He feels lost, lost and guilty and lost.

There weren't any answers in those bottles. He didn't actually think there would be. He sinks down on to the lounge chair heavily, leaning back as he swallows.

He winces at what she says, looking up at her as he breathes in sharply.]

Okay, thank you. [He winces, shakes his head at himself. He'll ask when she comes back why-- why she's really good at taking care of drunk people.]

[Yes. Later. When he's less drunk an more sober. She heads over to the bar and gets him a glass of water before coming back to him, handing him the glass with a smile as she sits on the edge of the lounge.]

Here. Drink. It'll help you not have a hangover. Keep you hydrated.

[John lifts up the glass, taking a long drink from it until he's had nearly all of the water in it, and then he closes his eyes, lets out a breath.]

This ship has some... terrible timing. [It's said quietly as he slides a hand over his face.] I wasn't intending on ending up here while I was drunk.

[John wasn't really intending on anything at all though which was part of the problem.]

[She chuckles softly, before shaking her head.]

I guess there are worse places to be while drunk. Maybe it wanted to make sure you weren't drunk alone.

[Not that she knows he was alone while drunk at home, but she has an inkling.]

[John swallows at what she says, because she is very right about that. He had been drunk and alone. Stephen would have found him in another hour, taken him home after finding out Cara kicked him out to start with.

But he was definitely alone before the ship happened.] Maybe.

[there's a pause.] Was it that obvious? That I was... alone before.

[She shakes her head. It isn't. She doesn't really know enough about him to be able to tell, but she has a feeling that when you drink like that, for the first time, you don't want to be around other people.]

Just a feeling.

[A instinct, maybe.]

[John swallows before he nods, sliding a hand behind his neck before he lets out a breath.]

It's a good one. [Feeling or instinct, she has good ones of both of them.] It was a stupid, reckless choice, and I don't... think I'll drink again.

[ever again.]

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