the moon & antarctica (mostly open)

[braidedwonder]

Who: Duo Maxwell (braidedwonder) & You!
What: Adventures on Nadril, Duo dealing with unpleasant feels
When: August 1st & onward!
Where: Duo’s bunks, scrapping sites, bars – all around Nadril
Warning(s): Probably language eventually, talk of past traumas and PTSD from his Shaman capture



i. i just got a message that said "yeah hell is freezin' over"

[ Honestly? Duo hates the cold. Hates it with the kind of passion that any kid who’s spent a couple too many nights sleeping rough on a cold colony at night would, even after bundling up in all the cold weather gear that they’ve been provided. After a few incidents of braid freezing, Duo’s finally learned to coil that long rope of hair around his neck, thick enough to be a scarf of its own kind, hands almost constantly tucked in to his pockets.

Any trips out in the world for supplies or food are generally rushed jobs – darting from one warm place to another in every sense of the word. Meeting Duo in the street is now a much shorter conversation, a few words tossed back in forth as he’s on the run, that kind of thing, unless a passerby is lucky enough to catch him inside one of those warm locations he so prefers.

a. During the day, when he’s not scrapping or generally braving the cold to sell his parts wears, Duo spends his meal times in a café that seems to specialize in filling soups and broths that Duo has become a huge follower of. He’s happier to talk with a warm bowl of soup in front of his face should you be lucky enough to catch him out an about at all.

b. By night, Duo reverts to his nocturnal ways and can be found, mostly, at bars. It’s useful to get yourself just drunk enough that your fingers already feel fuzzy and detached before they do it themselves in the cold, isn’t it? He doesn’t participate in the dare games, much preferring to just spend time in his own little corner with himself and his drink, uncharacteristically unsociable. Maybe try your luck? ]

ii. i got a phone call from the lord sayin' "hey boy get a sweater. right now"

[ Scrapping, at least, is something that Duo Maxwell knows like the back of his own hand. Whether it’s on another planet, another town, another universe – the idea is the same. Get the parts that are least common and in the best shape, sell them for profit. The deeper in to the guts of a ship or a piece of equipment one needed to do for that part? The more likely that it’ll bring in a pretty damn good profit to line his pockets with silver with. And, really, without Deathscythe to work on down there on Nadril, there’s not much else to occupy Duo’s devilish little hands with than that.

Thankfully it’s a job he’s good at and doesn’t mind doing even in the frigid cold of Nadril, depending on where he’s going for his latest bounty this time.

‘Have parts? Will travel’ is the motto for the month when he deigns the day worthy to come out of his little capsule hotel like accommodations.

Duo splits his time between the marketplaces and his actual scrounging places, elbow deep in a panel before he turns, a bit sheepish and offering a his free hand: ]

Think you could give me a tug? I’ve wedged myself a little…

iii. does anybody know a way that a body could get away? (closed to close CR)

[ Most of Duo’s time is spent, noticeably : not being social.

The braided teen tends to spend a lot of his time tucked away in his accommodations on Nadril, generally buried under blankets with a pistol under his pillow. It’s an annoying complication of being a soldier that was post war and also post kidnapping on a frigid mountain who, in this weather and familiar snowy landscape, sometimes wakes in a cold sweat anticipating a burning wake up call any second. Thankfully those have never come, but it’s had a considerable effect on Duo’s mental state. Of course, some days are better than others, and he’s out in the streets, smiling in that way that’s more genuine than a happy mask, but others he can’t even bear the thought of leaving the room and facing the cold.

Ration bar wrappers are scattered on surfaces throughout his room, as well as parts that he’s kept when the market buyers won’t give him the prices he wants, and, generally?

The place is a pig sty. Not that it’s unusual for Duo – he’s lived in a constant state of clutter since the very beginning – but this mess seems to lean itself more toward the fact that he just.. doesn’t care. Can’t bring himself to care, more like.

He’s always available via communicators, but even those communiques seem cut off and stunted, like he’s gone back in to some kind of hiding for some reason or is dealing alone with things that may be a little too heavy for such petite shoulders. Visiting him in person? Equally as testy an experience, at first, as any knocks on the door are met with a suspicious eye, a pistol, as always, tucked in to his belt even when he’s lounging around.. under his pillow when he’s sleeping. ]

Yeah? Who is it?

iv. so we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola

Wild card option! If there’s an option I haven’t provided but you want to thread it? Toss it my way!

Comments

[braidedwonder]

[ One would think, being a spacer as he was, Duo would have eventually gotten used to the cold. And he might have, if he hadn't been such a large infant about it and insisted on bundling up quite a bit no matter where he was, and once he could finally control these things...

Well, he's the kid who wore a leather jacket on a perfectly sunny day all the damn time, basking in the warmth of it. Duo Maxwell : actual lizard, at your service.

It takes.. a lot more alcohol than it should for a kid Duo's size and height to hit that sweet spot. Gundam training had a lot to do with why he just can't settle down at the moment, and also contributes to his trouble getting and staying drunk enough to maybe pill to someone nd push through -

He blinks as someone sidles up to him, a glance cutting her way before he gives a slight nod of recognition. ]

I hate the cold. Having tech is nice but the weather can't be any more shitty.

[quevalry]

[ If only she had another jacket to share :c. That would only help with the top half of Ines body though, not giving much protection to their face or hands or legs. It would be nice if they gave them some better clothes seeing they basically dumped them in a blizzard. ]

I meeeean, I guess. I’unno, I feel like it could be worse because at least it ain’t cold enough to make in here cold too.

[ Because no one will get sleep if that where to happen. She can agree that all this tech is nice and Lena has missed it seeing what Olympia has is quite different to what she’s used to.

She stretches with her arms out and wiggles in her spot to get comfortable. ] So, the tech, new or old stuff for you?

sorry for the delay!!

[braidedwonder]

With all these bodies around there's no way it'd be that cold in here.. [ Probably going a little too literal there, but he's determined to be a miserable little shit and will not be deterred, damn it. There's a reason he'd posted up in Wyver, after all - the heat and humidity just felt damn good on his bones, a sort of heat that he wasn't really used to.

Duo loves to be in space, don't get him wrong, but a cold abyss that also has snow included and nothing in the way of stars?

Not ideal. ]

The robo pets are new and.. weird.. to me. But the rest is pretty on par with what I was used to if not a little better.

.. Much improved from Wyver to say the least. If the weather wasn't so miserable I might contemplate moving here permanently.