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2024.5.1 福岡　マリンワールド海の中道

イルカとクジラショー

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@clownfile / cont. X

This looked very much like earth. Her suspicion turned even more credible when the man removed his mask and what looked like a human face gazed back at her. Her dark eyes had looked at his weapon varily, but he placed it down, facing it away from her. Of course he could easily grab it if he wished, but T'Pring prided herself in her Vulcan reflexes, which should be superior to his. She hoped there would be no reason for her to compete with him for it though.

"I physically do not belong here. This is neither the correct planet, nor the correct time." Clearly this was earth - but pre-warp. His gun was primitive, still working with bullets. Usually the protocol was to stay away from engaging with pre-warp civilizations, as it could lead to cultural contamination. However, in this case, T'Pring had been brought here - possibly beamed - against her will and her options to avoid contact were limited. "Am I correct in my assumption that this is earth?"

[b-sozoku]

hey bro uh *spaghetti starts falling out of my pocket* uh oh shit i can get that hang on, *picking up the spaghetti* it's not a problem, just one second, bro hang on i uh

[muutosarch]

💛 our muses’ relationship / missy !

@clownfile. THE MOODBOARD MEME.

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A long sigh escaped the tall queen who had been pacing back and forth for hours. Her phone had ran out of battery a long time ago. She had watched people in line for the movies walk in... and out again. The night had fallen hours ago, although the street was still very much alive - but when was a Manhattan street ever quiet? Hyacinthe, wearing a corseted black jacket and a black skirt that barely covered what needed coverage, wrapped her arms around her own waist and gave in to tiredness. She sat down on the steps of the cinema, trying her best to cover up her long legs and keep warm. Of course, she could have left hours ago, when she had realized Houston had probably ditched her, but she was both obstinate and confused. Why would he do that? Everything had been going perfectly well, whatever it was they had. Surely, something had happened to him, she thought, forcing the thoughts in her mind not to be overwhelmed by the other, most powerful thoughts, of being abandoned. Again. Exhausted, Hyacinthe rested her forehead against her knees, long blonde hair falling all around her shoulders, slowly giving in to slumber, her purse placed next to her on the steps, unattended.

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𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗗  𝗔𝗡𝗗  𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗣  𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚.  𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗨𝗡𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟  𝗚𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦  𝗔𝗡𝗗  𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥  𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘.  𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦,  𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠  𝗔𝗧  𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥  𝗢𝗪𝗡  𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘. 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗔𝗡  𝗘𝗬𝗘  𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬  𝗧𝗢  𝗔  𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥  𝗢𝗙  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘.  parties  like  this  is  where  she  would  thrive,  if  she  weren't  a  plus  one  to  someone  like  houston  in  a  house  full  of  criminals.

the  noise  is  distant,  guests  are  occupied  with  activities  she  would  indulge  into  if  her  partner  wanted.  then  again,  it's  unsafe  for  a  sexworker  to  be  that  intelligent,  and  even  if  she  called  it  luck,  houston  is  too  smart  for  that  excuse.  especially  sober,  sipping  on  non - alcoholic  drinks  the  whole  night.  on  purpose,  fate  noticed,  after  she  offered  to  get  him  whisky  or  beer.  so  it  wasn't  because  he  was  too  shy  to  get  it  himself.

out  of  caution,  all  fate  had  was  a  glass  of  wine,  cleverly  exchanged  to  a  similar - colored  liquid  when  no  one  was  paying  attention.  she  was  to  appear  normal  and  relaxed,  fun  and  charming  and  not  on  high  alert.

a  great  actress,  really,  full  of  polite  smiles  and  flirty  gestures  akin  to  those  she  usually  presented  at  the  club.  a  silly  persona  of  a  young,  harmless  woman  thrown  into  very  shady  environment;  able  to  keep  her  mouth  shut  and  secrets  in  one  ear,  out  the  other  immediately.  a  bit  dumb  but  pretty  —  confidence  playing  a  big  part  of  that  as  her  legs  were  covered  in  ugly  scars,  her  body  not  necessarily  fitting  current  beauty  standards.

and  yet,  she's  here,  glass  of  juice  in  one  hand,  the  other  gently  placed  atop  houston's.  by  now,  she  knew  the  gang  pretty  well.  not  playing  favorites,  but...  the  man  beside  her  was  definitely  the  best  choice  of  all,  the  core  of  the  group,  always  tipping  well  and  never  forcing  her  for  activities  reserved  for  private  rooms  with  no  clothing  policy.  a  silly  man,  awkward,  maybe  shy  —  lonely  (to  ask  a  stripper  to  attend  a  party  like  this?)  —  gentle,  rather.  nervous,  a  bit;  and  so,  she  entered  his  personal  space  to  give  his  hand  a  light,  reassuring  squeeze.

❝  i'm  here  for  you,  ❞  and  not  with  you,  she says, like  she  genuinely  wants  to  spend  time  with  him.  in  reality,  it's  free  food  and  drinks  and  the  possibility  of  spending  the  night  at  his  place  —  having  hot  water  and  food  in  the  morning  (she  already  knew  she  would  wake  up  before  him,  making  breakfast,  so  she's  not  thrown  away  before  eating).

brows  are  furrowed  slightly,  thumb  grazes  over  the  top  of  houston's  hand.

❝  is  something  the  matter,  dear?  may  i  do  anything  so  this  night  doesn't  feel  as  unpleasant?  ❞

she's  here  as  a  guest,  but  they're  all  used  to  her  company  in  a  different  way.  being  in  the  garage  frees  her  of  the  duties  she  was  not  supposed  to  perform  given  the  circumstances.  then  again,  playing  harmless,  tipsy...

oh,  what  a  great  night.

continued:  from  here. @clownfile  for  houston.

[offleashed]

@clownfile | set & houston

Pacing back and forth, like a dog who hadn't had any outside time yet.

Well, that was literally how Set was feeling—and what she was, if you really thought about it. It had been about five hours since she lost a game of tag with these dudes in uniform, and she was quickly learning that this was a game of tag you didn't want to lose. All evening she'd seen faces come and go, all different levels of inebriated and irate. They never lasted long in the cell, always got whisked away before Set could get to know them any more past what they were in for.

What're you in for? That was the big question. They'd tell her about how they got arrested on account of possession, a domestic dispute, petty thievery. Stuff like that. But they also told her how they weren't too worried—somebody was gonna come and bail them out soon. New words and phrases for Set to learn. And when it came time for her to answer that question, she would wear a truly clueless smile and say, "I guess they weren't happy about the fact that I was faster than them." They'd give her a weird look and then retreat to a corner.

She'd had an eventful first few days on Earth so far. Set always managed to slink herself out of sticky situations, see. But this time, she wasn't sure she had someone who could bail her out. She was starting to think of ways she could escape, but cement and steel bars proved challenging to gnaw through.

In the middle of her thoughts, a new face walked into the holding cell, joining her alone. And then there were two. Set, who was crouched down in the corner after a long period of pacing, looked up, offering a feral smile. This was her chance to shoot the question first: "What're you in for?"

[muutosarchive]

❛ i do what people pay me to do. ❜ for missy !

🍒 @clownfile . old meme

her legs are folded, calves strongly held by high heels, strappy &. fashionable. her toes painted a bright red to match lips &. fingers. . . . her foot is bobbing just - so, whilst straw dances between ice-cubes in their little synchronized spins. she nods, two fingers pinching stem while the other tap with soft clinks against dishware. "i know," she responds, a bit more notably reserved than usual. . . .

"y'ever think about just doin' it fer yerself? goin off on yer own?" with her, she means. she thinks being part of something bigger is stupid - she'd never do it. but, well. she knows houston better than he thinks. "mm, better yet, don't answer - i know yer' gonna say a big, fat nope t'that one, buster."