eluvio | video; un: junpei

[So, space kidnapping—Junpei isn't a fan. He doesn't believe the "anomaly" stuff and he definitely doesn't want to hear more explanations; until someone shows him real and possibly tangible proof that this isn't just space kidnapping, he's not going to believe it! Easy!

Less easy: calming the hell down. If he's been kidnapped this makes it the third time, and he's already certain that any second now all the doors on the ship are going to slam shut and lock and he'll have to do something unspeakable just to survive. Again. A hasty search determines he at least doesn't know anyone here (it's both a relief and a shame, but whatever), and so the next thing he does is cheerfully (he's not cheerful) head off to start working his new job immediately.

Because his new job is getting drunk (not in so many words), and he needs a drink or twelve. He's on the network after that, his wrist comm clearly not on his wrist for he's very pointedly pulled it off and set it, for now, on what appears to be the bar itself.]

Heyyy, space cadets! [He waves a beer.] How many of you are missing out on the space beer right now, huh? There's a ton of it! C'mon down and live a little, before we're not living anymore!

[Just gonna take a long swig of this on camera... cool. Anyway,] I'm serious, there's no time like the present, right?! Before somebody comes along and makes us all hate each other, let's do this!

[The video shakes a lot at this point as he drunkenly figures out how to turn it off. That's it... that's the message.]

SEVERAL HOURS LATER, a shameful second video, much briefer:
[Mr. Drunk and Disorderly is back, looking worse for wear than before. Ha ha... oops.]

Uh... hey. Sorry anyone who had to see that before. I'm totally fine now! And if you have no idea what I'm talking about—don't ask. Seriously. Please.

[fucking.....nailed it]

(ooc; please feel free to judge him while he's sloshed or afterwards, consider this a double-prompt post)

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( he chuckles, shaking his head. )

Shameless! Though I have pity enough in my heart to make sure my fellow anomaly friends are well fed and not left to stew in the misery of their self-obtained hangovers. Drinking is a pleasant enough way to make friends, but eating might be more conducive right now.

( note he is not actually saying he is buying anyone dinner. be wary. this probably means being given leftovers... tasty enough ones, but leftovers none the less. )

Hungry?

[Why you gotta do him like that, Victor... well, leftovers are okay.]

Stew. I get it. We're not friends yet, but you know what they say about the way to somebody's stomach.

[That's. Not the phrase, that is the opposite of the phrase, but don't tell him that.]

I could eat, I guess.

( He's gonna tell him. He's gonna tell him! Or he's going to squint, read that over twice, then breathe out in a huff of laughter. Right, sure, he'll go with that. )

Good guess. Where are you cradling your head right about now?

[That's the mark of a true friend.....]

Downstairs lounge. I'm the one groaning in a fetal position.

[No, he's just sulking, but close enough.]

( True friends just accept rolling with whatever comes their way, it is Known... )

Right, right, shouldn't take me long to make my way down there. Should I be looking for a "Junpei" or...?

( he sets down his comm and hustles up Makkachin, ruffling the fur of his dog's head before hitting up his small fridge. he ends up pulling out a container of fried rice (it had gone reasonably well) and tossing it into the microwave. by the powers of... okay, is it even a microwave, it looks way more space future and has an interface with options that might make it talk to him and control a light or who knows; he hasn't done more than figure out that it can light up the range underneath and make food warm in far less time and effort than pots and pans manage.

he grabs a set of chopsticks; hesitates, then grabs a spoon, too, while the microwave works its magic. Makkachin wags his tail in hopeful anticipation, staring up at Victor until they're listening to the microwave chime and he's pulling out the container, hissing before he sets it back down on the small counter. right. hot food, hot container.

he checks the comm real fast to see if Junpei got back to him with a proper name, since otherwise he's calling him the Space Beer Guy. sorry not sorry? )

Oh. Yeah, that's my name.

[Smooth... being Space Beer Guy wouldn't be so bad, but probably only for like ten minutes, so. Thanks.

He'll be in the lounge, anyway, just sitting on one of the couches and fiddling with his wrist comm when he's not complaining at other people on it. "Fiddling with it" is basically "spinning it like a top on the table," but whatever... he's hungover, this is fair.]

( see, he should have introduced himself in turn, but most of his name is right there, so he's less concerned about it. he also forgets about it when he picks up his comm and slides it into his coat pocket, pulling on his gloves and picking up the cooling container of fried rice, the bundled utensils, and a realising he has no napkins whle he shrugs and heads out anyway. Makkachin comes bounding along with him, grateful to be heading out on another adventure with Vitya all over again.

it doesn't take much hunting to pick out Space Beer Guy in the lounge once he arrives; Victor hefts up the container he's carrying once he's within easy conversational distance, calling out. )

Junpei! ( oh so cheerily: ) How's the hangover?

( then there's a dog heading over to try and investigate him while Victor makes his way around to plop the container of fried rice down on the table (gently), offering the utensils to Junpei with a wink.

this man is in far too good a mood. he's also more bundled than he needs to be, considering the ship is temperature controlled, and why in the world is he wearing gloves indoors? but it doesn't seem to matter to Victor. )

[Oh, a dog, that's neat. Junpei is totally down to reach over and pet dogs while Victor is way too cheerful for his hangover. He squints up at him, reaching for the utensils with his free hand. Ugh... cheer....]

I give it about an 11, out of 5. 11, 12. Nice, uh, dog.

( Ugh, cheer is exactly what he deserves. Victor has some sympathy; just not very much. With the utensils successfully handed over, time for introductions! Probably. )

Wow, it's aiming right for the top. ( He motions to Makkachin, who is proceeding to try and lick the hands that pet him, or a face, or just about anything in range with a friendly wag of his tail and his general enthusiasm. )

He's Makkachin. I'm Victor. That is leftover fried rice. Did you want any more water?

[How can he eat when there's a dog here to pet?? Give him a moment to be way more interested in Makkachin than his owner, sorry Victor.]

Um— yeah, sure. You say "more water" like I've had any. [he's a horrible drunk] Thanks for the space leftovers...?

Space rice leftovers. ( He says with a touch of amusement, leaving Makkachin to absorb attention, as he's wont to do, and heading toward one of the vending machines. Water's available, of course it is, and then he's heading on back toward Junpei and cracking the seal on the water right before extending it over to Junpei himself.

See, unaltered water. Not generally a concern Victor has, but it's a gesture of good faith... while also not demanding that Junpei deal with breaking the seal right now. #helpful??? )

Here. You're welcome, either way.

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