[OPEN] So raise your glass high...

[and_my_pickaxe]

Characters: Lin Mayuzumi (and_my_pickaxe) and YOU!
When: Backdated to June 14th.
Where: In the Dining Car of the trains.
Rating: 14A for some language, or violence depending on how angry she gets, knowing Mayuzumi.
Summary: Mayuzumi is lonely and drowns her sorrows in delicious food and drink. By this I mean she has an all-out feast for herself she can't possibly finish alone.


Who is it that has stolen three bottles of the train's best champagne? Who is it that has grabbed three cases of dessert? Sandwiches? Juices? Food that could have fed a room full of guests?

It's Lin Mayuzumi, of course, and it's all spilled across a short train dining table that can barely fit it all.

Dressed as if she were born for such a decadent feast, Lin had laundered the silk shirt and skirt she had arrived in. Gold earrings hung from her ears and her long hair was brushed elegantly over her shoulders. Her silk stockings had been completely destroyed, and so her bare legs in her miniskirt have sunburn on top of old frostbite scars.

Her brown heels kicked up onto the table quite unladylike, Lin raised her glass to no one and took a long, deep drink. Like a dragon protecting its cave of riches, she eyed the door.

She'd only be willing to share depending on the guest. Everyone else could fuck off.

[[ooc:Action brackets for speed 110% okay if it suits your fancy]]

Comments

[rightsiderequiem]

[Dextera had never seen trains before, thus his curiosity regarding the long metal objects and desire to explore them finally won out and he went looking.

if he knew there was a dragon enjoying her feast, the mute wouldn't have gone. however, there wasn't anyone in this world to sharply curve his curiosity so here he was, poking his head out the door. Dextera wondered if she lived here. it looked like it.

either way he wasn't sure what to do, so he stayed where he was. a nudge in the right (or wrong) direction might help here.]

[and_my_pickaxe]

[As Lin saw him enter, the hostility in her eyes immediately vanished and was replaced by some well hidden malicious intent. She slid her feet off of the table and planted them on the floor as she gestured at him with her free hand to come closer.]

Hey, it's you. Dex...tera, was it? [Consider yourself lucky, because she can't be expected to remember everyone's name in this hellhole.] What are you waiting for?! Sit, sit.

[rightsiderequiem]

[like usual, Dextera misses the intent and instead smiles a little, nodding and taking a seat. he wasn't quite sure what everything on the table was - "food" to him boiled down to one thing that probably would make both of them sick.

instead he pulls out the PDA device and types out something.]

Hello.

[and_my_pickaxe]

Go on, eat something, kiddo. It's not poisoned.

[When he types out his message, Lin raises her eyebrows.]

Don't you talk?

[rightsiderequiem]

[he taps his throat and shakes his head. no. that's why he was texting the whole time.]

I haven't seen a lot of this before. Can I ask what it is?

[and_my_pickaxe]

This food? You have to have food where you come from, don't you? Look, sandwiches, pastries, cider...

[He must be talking about the food because surely he's seen trains before. This one is so strange. She poured the boy a glass of wine with a sweet smile.]

Here. Why don't you try this, to start.

[rightsiderequiem]

Not a lot.

[he pauses before taking a sip of the drink. hun...it tasted kind of strange.]

Doesn't taste like water. Can I ask what it is?

[and_my_pickaxe]

[At that, Mayuzumi found herself extremely.. sympathetic. He didn't have much food at his home, then? Poor kid. She knew what it was like to starve literally to death.]

It's wine. It's good for you, in a place as dirty as this, it's best to drink alcohol instead of water or juice. Less chance of catching a disease.

Go on, eat your little heart out. You must be very hungry.

[She had already eaten enough to satisfy her hunger.]

[rightsiderequiem]

I'll try to remember.

[he takes a few things, sandwitches mostly. the mute examines them for a minute before eating. it really seems like he doesn't know what they are.]

[and_my_pickaxe]

[She watches him eat curiously. So, so, so odd. Had he ever starved? Had he gone hungry the way she had, once in his life? Why was it that he couldn't speak? Trauma? Lin had thought she would never speak again after the crash, herself...]

...Where are you from, Dextera?

[rightsiderequiem]

[there is a pause before Dextera picks up the PDA again and types out the answer.]

Earth, I think. Not a lot of people remember the name.

[no point in trying to remember something when everything was dying. someone knew the real name, probably, but Dextera wasn't one of them.]