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[closed] so trade that typical for something colorful

Who: Molly (

stuns)
What: A friendly, sociable kidnapping to a night on the town.
When: Some nebulous time in early October
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): With this group, who knows? Will update.

Upon hearing that Juno is a fan of what can only be described as interesting works of art, Molly was quick to offer to show off his Platinum Dragon tapestry. As far as Juno is concerned, this is supposed to be a nice meeting with two persons of some sort of taste chatting about art and probably drinking.

That is not what Molly has in mind.

He arrives at Juno's carrying his tapestry in his arms awkwardly like it's very heavy for some reason, carefully sidling into the door.] The artist went all out when they made this, so of course I had to have it. The fact that it survived the end of the world just proves it was a worthwhile purchase.

[He grins toothily. It should worry anyone, even if it's one of his usual expressions. Molly is always up to some shit.]

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[ it's rare that juno steel is invited much of anywhere. hell, the last time he was invited somewhere, he ended up reliving one of a few of the worst time in his life.

so he ultimately is bracing for something awful when molly says he's got something to show him.

now, juno doesn't lie to anyone when he says he likes bad art. it's just... a thing. it's interesting, it's open to interpretation, and best of all, most people leave you alone when you're admiring it and/or are actually worth your time and conversation. he's seldom excited, so the word for how he feels about taking a look at the tapestry that molly is about to show him is... fascinated?

from what he's hearing about it anyways. ]

That'd make all of us worthwhile wouldn't it?

[ a faint twist of his lips as he sits himself down, one heel up on the seat of the chair and an arm draped over it ~~because people like juno can't sit properly in chairs ever for their life~~. ]

I'd like to think so.

[Molly Rikers over chairs and would be doing it now, if he didn't have his arms full of tapestry. It's surprisingly heavy-looking and he keeps having to shift his weight to balance it.] Now I know you have no idea who or what the Platinum Dragon is, so just know... This is supposed to be religious iconography.

[And he rolls the tapestry out onto the floor, slowly revealing the full extent of its hand-embroidered, gaudy platinum dragon glory.

...And also Ren.]

[It had occurred to Ren a few minutes after being wrapped in the tapestry that someone who's incapable of sitting still for any amount of time like him was...probably not the best choice to enact this kind of plan. But it was still definitely a good plan, and hey, there are definitely worse circumstances to be unable to move for an extended period of time in than an attractive tiefling wrapping you in a work of art to surprise a mutual friend.

He's pretty sure at least one of his limbs is asleep by the time he feels Molly unrolling the tapestry, so despite the fact that he gets that extra time to prepare, his initial emergence from the fabric is something more of a dramatic flop onto the floor. Thankfully, he only needs his one non-asleep arm to make a ridiculous pose, and he rolls himself over once more to lean back on his alive hand and extend his asleep one, while he crosses one leg over the other with a faintly amused smile. He's certainly wearing...an outfit, a dress shirt in such pale purple it almost looks white and dark red-purple pants that are almost entirely hidden under a pair of extremely high black boots. Both in the sense that they go up to his thighs and in the sense that the heels are a lot taller than his usual fare.]

Surprise~ [He's pretending to look innocent now despite already kind of giving it away earlier.] I'm pretty sure most religions don't have iconography as cute as me normally, though.

[ you know.

juno should expect this sort of thing by now. molly's a showman. ren's just dramatic as hell. it just really really shouldn't surprise him, yet here they are. ren's reveal, flopping unceremoniously out over molly's tapestry in a pose that looks absolutely ridiculous sure is... something. his brows raise a little as he looks between the two of them.

just back and forth a little, mouth hanging open ever so slightly. it's very attractive and by attractive we mean absolutely silly. ]

Are you serious? How long have you actually been wrapped up in that thing?

[Molly tuts and is content to let Ren lie there, poking his head out from behind the tapestry. It's tall enough that he has to lift it so the full thing can be seen, and as much as it was part of the plan, it's still very lovely in a... gaudy way, and worth beholding.] Let's not make a magician reveal his secrets. The point is it was a grand entrance, worthy of the day we're about to have with you, you lucky person, you.

[Thankfully, Ren only lies around long enough to drive his very dramatic point home before rolling off the tapestry.] Well, it's a pretty nice tapestry, so I didn't mind anyway...though I think one of my legs is asleep...

[Let him just, you know, waft his non-asleep hand vaguely in the direction of Juno to see if he'll actually help him up, since Molly seems like he's got his hands full with that tapestry for the moment.

He brightens up a moment later though.] Molly's right, though, Juno-san, it's going to be really fun~ [It's...questionable how much of Ren's innocence in saying that is actual innocence and how much is "this is going to be terrible for everyone involved" innocence.] We even picked you to come out with us, so that makes you even luckier, don't you think?

Picked?

[ this is usually the part of the show where the lady exits stage left and doesn't return. especially because a day out with these two already sounds like it's going to be... an Event. juno eyes ren on the tapestry shaking his hand out and leans back into the chair a little. he's pretty sure they've got the wrong guy at this point - he's not exactly someone you take anywhere.

in fact, it's very ill-advised that if you aren't going into some kind of gunfight, you leave juno steel at home. ]

Sure you have the right person? The hell're you even planning for today?

[ is this another holiday? he's getting tired of holidays. ]

[Seeing that Juno is resisting, Molly lays the tapestry gingerly over some convenient furniture and pulls Ren off the floor himself with all the flourish of a seasoned carnie who knows how to turn a pratfall into something that looks staged.]

Yes, we have the exact right person, and we're not telling you... Mostly because we didn't actually plan anything. Well, I didn't. I don't plan unless I'm going to be fighting something, and we're not fighting anything today.

[He feels that needs to be said. Juno had incidents in the underground with both him and Ren. They're all capable fighters, but none of that today.] The point is you are in desperate need of a good time, and myself and Ren here are precisely the sort of persons who can give you one.

[It's probably a good thing Molly intervened, because Ren's expression was starting to creep into the territory of pouting at Juno with the intensity of a thousand suns. Ren appreciates the flourish of the motion, though, especially because it gives him time to get his asleep leg under him in a way that's actually reasonably stable.]

I didn't plan anything either, it's more fun that way~ [They'll end up wherever they end up - a good way to explore the night life.] But I definitely want to see more of your cute faces, Juno-san. It's no fun if you're just grumpy all the time, especially since you come out often enough that you must like the idea, at least...

[Even if he doesn't admit it to himself. He does remember one thing at this point, though, and he glances towards Molly.] Oh, I think we were going to dress him up a bit, right...? Though technically that's before we start the real fun.

[ maybe there's a little bit of relief in his eyes.

but there's also a good deal of suspicion because really. flying by the seat of his pants is how his life tends to work. and that always turns out absolutely disastrous so really... you can see why he's not all that keen on surprises. still the remark that ren makes towards molly, has juno's shoulders lifting and lowering in a frustrated kind of defeat. you probably have him at this point, but he's not going to be... delighted, at least not at the moment. ]

Is this about my damn coat again, Ren? I told you, there's nothing wrong with it.

There's nothing wrong with it. [Molly's avant-garde fashion choices mean he can't really criticize anyone else's style, and he's trying to be as diplomatic as he can be. However...] It's just suitable for everything but what we're about to be doing.

[Don't mind Ren just tapping the tip of his boot against the floor slightly to try and get his leg to wake up. Though he does let out a rather huffy sigh at Juno's question, Molly pretty much covering his point on it anyway.]

Right, right...I never said there was anything wrong with it, you just seem to think that wanting to see you in something nicer means we must hate it or something...

[He puffs out his cheeks a bit petulantly.] People don't wear the same clothes all the time for a reason, you know. And especially not for things like this.

[ suitable for everything but what we're about to be doing.

juno has a nice, lengthy internal debate with himself as ren talks, and the face journey that accompanies it is pretty self-explanatory. all uncertainty and fidgety with the collar of his coat as if maybe he can get out of this just by shrugging into the rest of his jacket and frowning a little deeper. ]

Things like what... exactly. If you guys want me to go along with whatever this is, something's gotta give.

[ he eyes ren's little petulant pout and holds out a finger. ] I know that look - knock it off. I'm not saying no.

Well, I wear the same clothes all the time, but this is one of a kind embroidered silk. [He mutters under his breath, tugging on his own coat a bit. He does, after all, occasionally choose other modes of fashion. And not the point.

He directs his focus outwards again, clearing his throat.] Fine. Drinks? Dancing? Maybe whatever else we can find to do. We're all clever, adventurous persons. I'm sure we can all find a way to turn a pub crawl into something spectacular. But if it makes you feel better, you can think of it is just a pub crawl.

[Well, Juno gets his wish in Ren knocking the look off, but that's mostly because Juno's reaction has him doing his usual trick of curling a few fingers in front of his mouth to disguise his amusement.

He also catches that murmur from Molly, and waves a hand.] That's more fitting, anyway. And in better condition.

[Whereas Juno's coat seems to bear a few more of the markings of his dramatic detective adventures that he's probably had. In any case, his smile widens a little at Molly's suggestion of turning it into something spectacular.]

Mmm, I'll at least probably be sober enough to find something interesting for us to do as the night goes on. I might scare Juno-san off otherwise~ [There's a little wink to Juno at that. He already mentioned to Molly that Ren drunk outside of a "controlled environment" is probably a terrible idea, and Juno is already somewhat wary of him at times.]

[ everyone in this room's a fucking comedian, juno decides almost immediately. he'd like to speak up and say that molly literally looks like a technicolor cryptid threw up all over him, but holds his tongue for half a second, which is probably smart. the only reason being that ren mentions scaring him off. ]

I don't scare. [ how dare you. he's not scared of Clothes or Parties or whatever. he's just highly allergic to having a good time. gives him hives and everything. he lifts his head a little. you know what!!!! ] Alright. I'll go.

[ he will not be sober for any of this. ]

[Molly still doesn't know why about that controlled environment thing and every time it comes up, he wants to find the controlled environment to see for himself, because that's the way he is. Now is, unfortunately, not that time... Or maybe it will be. Fuck if Molly knows. They could all wake up naked with flowers in their hair and monster hangovers with no recollection of what happened to them.

That would be nice.]

I knew we'd win you over. [Molly loops an arm around Juno's, smugly satisfied.] There's a thrift store that supports my aesthetic. I'm sure you'll find something there that suits you.

[~shopping montage~]

[Ren might like flowers, but they're probably not destined for flowers if he decides this is the "controlled environment", judging by the way his smile widens in a decidedly not-altogether-benign manner at Juno's challenge to the remark.]

Well, we both know that's a lie, Juno-san, but I know a challenge when I hear one~

[Taking Molly's cue, though, he loops his own arm around Juno's free one.] Let's save that for later, though...

[Ren will at least act his version of normal for the shopping trip part (even if it probably involves throwing a lot of random nice clothes at Juno that he won't necessarily want to wear). All bets are likely going to be off once they reach the entertainment district of Olympia, though, with Juno in...whatever they ended up convincing him to wear in the end.]

[ juno's not one to let go of something all that easily - though it's definitely a lie and he almost certainly has been spooked more easily than some, though it never sticks. self-preservation is what keeps you scared, and juno has precious little of that to spare.

in the end, however, molly and ren win out on the clothing front with something bright. it's a war only truly won when juno admits that he doesn't look half bad in a teal and green ensemble.

in any case, here in the entertainment district of olympia, juno realizes he's caught in a situation in which he, the immovable object, is being pressed onward by two incredibly unstoppable forces. it's basically an unfair fight, just like the rest of his life.

more importantly: how does he end up in situations like this? (juno, please don't ask questions you already know the answers to.) he mumbles mostly to himself: ]

Pretty sure I haven't worn anything this nice since the Ingrid Lake case...

[ then again, he didn't have the privilege of dressing himself.

lifting his eyes, he looks... well. resigned and like he's Doing Alright so far. he could use a drink... he could always use a drink. ]

So. Where to?

[Molly's only mildly disappointed that said outfit was too small for himself, but forcing it on Juno means that it's gone to a good home and he can be content with that. Meanwhile, the streets of Olympia are theirs to peruse at their leisure and adventure awaits.

His scarlet eyes reflect the glittering lights of open places, and he bites his lip in glee, hunting for what looks the most inviting.] Drinks first, I think. It might get you in an even better mood. You've got the look, you just need a comfortable amount of buzz to go with it.

Oh, you'll have to tell me more about some of these cases sometime... [Unfortunately for probably everyone, Ren's choice of boots means he is temporarily the resident tallest person in the group, and he is taking advantage of this by...trying to lean his chin on Juno's head. And possibly take his hands as well assuming Juno doesn't just run a mile immediately, which Ren wouldn't be terribly surprised about.]

I agree with Molly. You look cute, but I think we should get you a little less grumpy for the night, don't you think~? [His eyes are following the surroundings in the same way Molly's are, the bright lights narrowing his pupils to the faintest of slits. Obviously making his eyes look even more demonic than usual is immensely settling.

There's one bar nearby with some very colourful and decorative lights out the front, and Ren's attention is drawn to it very quickly once it comes into sight.] Oh, maybe that one...? It has a nicer first impression than most...

[ there's that "cute" word again, which only gets a somewhat put-out sigh from underneath ren's chin. he hasn't wholly fought him off yet, because juno's pretty sure there'd be worse than that. maybe. who knows. the fact that he's bracketed by two taller figures is already not helping him feel just a little trapped in this situation.

it's not bad just. slightly uncomfortable. attention isn't something juno likes to grab unless it's for all the wrong reasons, and he can't help but be a little testy or on edge. but they are right, which juno is loathe to admit anymore than he already has. it's kind of nice being dressed up. for the first time in a long time like he said. it's not even the worst thing possible - easy to move around with, a complimentary color, even a decent coat. ] Yeah, I know exactly what you

[ he glances up a bit at ren, who is freakishly tall thanks to his heels. juno brushes some of ren's hair that's gotten into his own eyes, reaches up a hand to flick one of molly's horns, and glances over at the bar that looks surprisingly done up. olympia knows how to do it right, he supposes. ] I think you both don't exactly understand the kind of lady I can be when I'm not drunk on weird festival wine.

[Molly's charms jingle at the flick and he gives his head a shake like all Juno really did was remind him that he enjoys that tinkling sound. The pub selected does look particularly ostentatious and seems to boast a more variety of clientele with means Molly's garish appearance won't be monitored too closely- always a concern.]

Am I seriously the only fun drunk among us? [Molly sighs in grandiose and faux misery.] Ren has to have specific circumstances to let completely loose and you're iffy.

[Ren tilts his head a little when Juno touches his hair, but definitely does not stop leaning on his head. Even if he might be starting to gently guide him towards their chosen first location.

He gives Molly a bit of a pinched, amused smile at that faux whining, though, almost like a cat smile.] Well, I never said it wouldn't be fun for me. That counts, right? Even if it's a little bit the problem...

[Fun for Ren does not always mean fun for everyone else, and he's a little too aware of that these days to let himself loose in circumstances he might end up catching the wrong people up in it.] I don't know how much to trust Juno-san's opinion on himself, though...you're not very confident for a lovely lady, are you~?

[He directs that last remark down to Juno, fingers coming to rest gently on his shoulders.]

[ juno bristles a little bit at the comment, turning his head again to give as indignant a look as he can. which is very indignant, twisted mouth and all. ]

Confident enough in what I know I'm good at.

[ and there's a small part of him that hisses back that he's not good at much anymore considering that he's got a cybernetic eye fixing his aim for him. he couldn't shoot straight for months before ramses, and now he's blasting bottles off of fences in no time at all thanks to a hunk of metal. what does he have left?

drinking? ]

And what I'm good at is drinking.

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