interstellar5555 | choose your own adventure [open]

Who: Haruka Tenoh & you!
What: A few days in the life of a chauffeur for hire. Who may get roped into some other activities.
When: Feb 27 - March 3
Where: All over the city
Warnings: Nineties anime.

[ option 1 - evening, musicians only ]

[ Hey, awesome! Your band ordered a limo. Or maybe they didn't and someone at this limousine company just thinks they did. Either way, they've dispatched one to come pick you up, and the chauffeur is both 1) very charming and 2) very handsome. ] Good evening. Where can I take you tonight?

[ No matter what facial expression the clients are wearing, this chauffeur keeps smiling. ]

[ option b - midday, outside of brad's diner ]

Step right up! Come one, come all!

[ Sigh. It would be just Haruka's luck that she'd check up on Minako - not even planning on entering the workplace, just peering in the window - when the place was short on staff. So now Haruka's out on the streets with a bunch of flyers, cheerful as can be...on the surface, anyway. Why is she so good at this. Why. ] Brad's Diner is trying a new dessert menu. A snack on your lunch break, sir? Madam?

[ She smiles at a group of high-school girls, who huddle together to support their sudden collective case of weak knees. ] Surely there's a better place to skip school, kittens.

[ She winks. One of the girls faints. Haruka laughs and turns to the next person she sees - you. ] Excuse me!

[ option c - morning, outside the virgo entertainment resort ]

[ If you're up at the crack of dawn, you may see someone heading for the building. But she's not looking at the door - instead, she seems to be taking stock of the windows and general layout.

She's also keeping to the shadows and looking...up. ]

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Hold on -- what kind of an answer is that? [Jecht at least takes his flyer, but with the rote sort of distraction that says he barely put any conscious thought into doing so.] You could do tons better than this...

[ Haruka shrugs. She likes the limo job just fine. This is...volunteering...for reasons she'd rather not get into. Ever. ] Did you have any suggestions?

[The question blindsides him even though it shouldn't. After a stunned moment, Jecht leans against the side of the diner to laugh, one hand in his hair like he's keeping his head held together.]

Only ever had one thing I wanted to do, so I guess I don't even know what it's like. Suppose the question is, what do YOU want to do? It's gotta be more than -- [He motions to the flyers in her hand.]

[ Ah. That's how he's taking it. Haruka flips offhandedly through the flyers. ] There's a few things.

I'm working up to it. [ She smiles.

She is a limo driver with a rockstar smile. ]

[That's -- that's kind of the point he's making.]

Hmph. I ain't askin' for my health, you know. [He didn't much feel like looking straight at her at the moment.] Just thinking that if there's a break a drummer can give you...

I wouldn't want to impose....

[ But she seems tempted. ] It's just - hard to find managers. Or anyone administrative.

[ So sheepish. Gosh, who is she, to be asking a real rock star for help! ]

It ain't an imposition when I'm practically ripping it out of you. Come on. Talk. [Jecht motions with his hand in a 'bring it' gesture that probably would have been more suited to a brawl, but hey. He's not good at stuff but at least he's trying, right?] Whatcha need that sort of thing for?

[ This is a gamble. A big one. But if it gets her information...

Haruka fiddles with her flyers some more, one finger at a time. ] You wouldn't happen to know anyone looking for a pianist?

[ This is not an ideal plan. But it's better than sitting around waiting for the Princess to blow their covers. ]

Offhand, no -- but I could ask around. Find out. See what I could do.

[Jecht makes a thoughtful noise as he idly taps his knuckles into a palm. Got some contacts, got some friends... Got Tamara, uh, Aramat of course, she'd know if anyone would...]

That'd be great. [ Haruka smiles, every inch the hopeful, bashful newcomer. Aside from her general aura of extreme competence, but she's never learned how to switch that off. ]

Of course, if you're hungry, you could also.....

[ A gesture down the street towards the diner she's advertising. If she's gonna do this, she might as well do it properly. ]

[Jecht can't help but laugh -- a loud noise, all full of life, before he lowers his head to shake it.]

You're selling past the close. I was already gonna eat there.

Enjoy, then.

[ And may somebody be on the next ship over, if they aren't here already, to rescue you. You're a good guy. ]

[Well... it ain't a hundred percent pure, lady.]

[Not too far from it though, especially comparatively.]

[Jecht slaps the door open, but pauses as a thought hits him.] Hey! Where can I find ya if I get a bite for ya?

[ Oh shoot. Haruka can't recall whether she gave this gentleman one of her business cards or not - she thinks not - so she hands one over. ] Here's my current job. They can reach me if I'm driving.

[Oh boo. Lame. Giving her work contact, ugh -- well, whatever. It's something. And since he IS sincere in trying to give her a leg up, he takes it without grousing.]

Drive safe, babe.

[Meanwhile, he's got a date with a plate of real damn greasy eggs and bacon.]

B--

[ The door closes behind him, leaving Haruka standing there realizing his secondary objective far, far too late.

This must not happen again. ]

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