And sure enough, he's waiting, with his sleek yet very stupid new haircut. Instead of his usual chunky sweaters or Jedao Shu's scarfs and blazers, trying to look both professional and approachable, he's wearing an Aloha shirt - mostly buttoned, at least - khaki shorts, and is fully barefoot.
Astarion, for his part, is dressed like it's his first day on the ship -
white poet's shirt, black leathers. The unusual look Jedao is sporting is
noted but not remarked upon, except to ask:
He opens the door and walks down into - well, it's not really a biome type that exists on earth. Part shallow sea, part hot springs, part mangrove swamp, part upside-down rafting kelp forest, part alluvial delta, part volcanic tower karst.
The distant blue-white sun is smaller than Earth's sun is in the sky, but noticeably brighter; the sky is a rich almost-violet blue, except where it's slashed by vivid daytime auroras of green and gold. A few minutes is enough to catch a silver-white meteor streak blaze for a few seconds. The gravity is lighter, too, only around three quarters Earth gravity. The whole place isn't really a planet, but a heavy water moon of a hot gas giant around a blue-white giant star. The gas giant's magnetic field flings constant ionized particles off toward its moons, and this one has a magnetic field of its own to convert them into auroras, while the constant debris of the loose ring system and ejecta from the other major moons supply the shooting stars.
A few hundred feat away, a geyser shoots up from one of the volcanic outcroppings, the plume of steam painting temporary rainbows onto the scene before dissolving and drifting away. Around them, the churning water and occasional obsidian formations reflect the bright light in every direction.
The life is aggressively amphibious, jewel-bright crustaceans, sleek scampering otters, chattering shorebirds diving just as frequently, strange plants half-draped over the intermittent fingers of stone, half curling wavy tendrils out into the water. There's a boat tied to a spur of stone at the bottom of the stairs, with plenty of space for both of them to sit uncrowded, and one pole to navigate with.
It's a lot to take in. If there's any place like it in Faerun, he wouldn't
be able to name it. Astarion meanders slowly down towards the boat, much
more focused on taking in the scenery.
"Thanks for giving me an excuse to come," Jedao replies, as a swell of water nearby crashes over the edge and connects to a tide pool; a little hand-sized octopus, turquoise and translucent, heaves itself over the lip of rock and then pulls itself leisurely around the tide pool, tentacles wrapping around iridescent barnacles and slowly prying them open.
"There might be spots with more breeze, if you want to take the boat out. Although, neither of us need to breathe. We could just walk on the seabed, I suppose."
Although perhaps not in those pants. And it would not solve the humidity problem.
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Due to your unaccountable taste, yes. I understand.
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no accounting for hakkai's taste either, alas
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I don't need you to expound upon my appealing qualities, darling. Thank you.
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Did you have anyone in mind?
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lets start with girls it's less confusing for me, what do we think about sokie, she's newish
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I've never spoken to her.
I don't speak to a lot of people, actually. You may need to go elsewhere for your bitchy gossip needs.
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that's what i get for projecting, i suppose
would you let me take you to a place with a beautiful sky if i promise not to talk about it while we're there? sometime this week, maybe
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Alright.
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What would be easier for you?
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person who died gets to pick
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Today, then.
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I'll meet you at the Enclosure entrance. 3 is fine.
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And sure enough, he's waiting, with his sleek yet very stupid new haircut. Instead of his usual chunky sweaters or Jedao Shu's scarfs and blazers, trying to look both professional and approachable, he's wearing an Aloha shirt - mostly buttoned, at least - khaki shorts, and is fully barefoot.
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Astarion, for his part, is dressed like it's his first day on the ship - white poet's shirt, black leathers. The unusual look Jedao is sporting is noted but not remarked upon, except to ask:
"Should I have worn something else?"
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It's going to be a bit balmy.
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Astarion looks down at himself, then shrugs.
"Lead on, darling."
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The distant blue-white sun is smaller than Earth's sun is in the sky, but noticeably brighter; the sky is a rich almost-violet blue, except where it's slashed by vivid daytime auroras of green and gold. A few minutes is enough to catch a silver-white meteor streak blaze for a few seconds. The gravity is lighter, too, only around three quarters Earth gravity. The whole place isn't really a planet, but a heavy water moon of a hot gas giant around a blue-white giant star. The gas giant's magnetic field flings constant ionized particles off toward its moons, and this one has a magnetic field of its own to convert them into auroras, while the constant debris of the loose ring system and ejecta from the other major moons supply the shooting stars.
A few hundred feat away, a geyser shoots up from one of the volcanic outcroppings, the plume of steam painting temporary rainbows onto the scene before dissolving and drifting away. Around them, the churning water and occasional obsidian formations reflect the bright light in every direction.
The life is aggressively amphibious, jewel-bright crustaceans, sleek scampering otters, chattering shorebirds diving just as frequently, strange plants half-draped over the intermittent fingers of stone, half curling wavy tendrils out into the water. There's a boat tied to a spur of stone at the bottom of the stairs, with plenty of space for both of them to sit uncrowded, and one pole to navigate with.
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"Well, this is - quite something."
It's a lot to take in. If there's any place like it in Faerun, he wouldn't be able to name it. Astarion meanders slowly down towards the boat, much more focused on taking in the scenery.
"Somewhere from your plane, I assume?"
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But there was some old footage he saw in a documentary, one time. And it seemed like a good choice.
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"Well, it's...unpleasantly humid, but certainly nice to look at," Astarion murmurs. "Thank you for bringing me here."
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"There might be spots with more breeze, if you want to take the boat out. Although, neither of us need to breathe. We could just walk on the seabed, I suppose."
Although perhaps not in those pants. And it would not solve the humidity problem.
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Astarion stares at the tentacles for a moment, grimacing, then tears his gaze away.
"I'd much prefer the boat, darling, if it's all the same."
He's already making his way over to step aboard.
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