interstellar5555 | 006 ┼ I'm Finding Me Out, I'm Having My Doubts, I'm Losing the Best of Me

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006 ┼ I'm Finding Me Out, I'm Having My Doubts, I'm Losing the Best of Me

Who: Luci & YOU
What: You know what sucks? Everything about the last festival-- especially all the chaos and running. You know what's probably a good idea? Ignoring all of that and having a party. On a yacht.
When: May 20th
Where: The bay outside Vista City
Warnings: ~~IT'S A CARNIVAL CRUISE...!~~

((Luci just got a strange pay bump and she's using it to regroup after the intense clusterfuck at the last festival-- she's still not sure exactly what happened there, but even though it's probably significant, she'd rather celebrate like one usually does after a lot of work. By renting a yacht for a night. Like people usually do.))

((It's a nice boat. Plenty of food, a couple of bartenders, fire pits, couches, swimsuits for those who need, and music of course. The party is, of course, invite only to keep the paparazzi and gatecrashers and people looking to turn this into a work-venture out, but Luci's given the bouncer clearance to let friends of guests and anybody who seems interesting in-- she knows Luci's type.))

((Try not to get too blitzed and fall overboard!))

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It's hard not to hear the commotion happening in the otherwise pretty low-key party. Luci immediately perks up like a meerkat at the disturbance, and sees the thrilled frat boy running wild with his first bra-like garment. Luci passes off her drink, eyes narrowing when she sees whose top he's apparently stolen, and pushes through the crowd until she meets the asshole.

And then Luci picks him up, bodily, and pitches him overboard-- partial courtesy to his momentum. Security looks on, tense as Luci rebuttons her jacket.

"Don't let him up. Make him swim."

She wraps an arm around Serena and starts steering her away from the screeching, cursing spectacle. "Let's get you something else."

"LUCI!" she let out a sigh of relief and hugged on tight to the taller blonde. She glanced over the side to make sure the jerk was alright, even pissed off, Usagi couldn't stand seeing people injured. Still, he seemed okay, clutching her bikini top still and sighed. It had been such a nice top too...

"I'm so sorry about making such a commotion at your party," she whispered softly. "You were just trying to make sure everyone had a good time." She leaned in close to Luci, retightening her towel.

"Please, don't apologize for him," she says, still steering Serena down to the locker room. "You didn't ask him to steal your top and parade around with it like some horny teenager proclaiming himself a sex god for stealing a girl's bra.

"If that's your thing, then whatever, as long as everybody's having a good time. But I'm not about to let anybody who ignores my rules have any attention."

"No no, not my thing, I assure you," she said as she retightened her towel. She allowed Luci to lead until they ended up in the locker room.

"Thank you, for stopping him. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd try it again to someone else." She did like that bikini top, though. "You really are a prince able to come to the rescue," she grinned.

"I'd say it's a shame, but not the right time," she smiles and nudges her gently.

The locker room has a closet with several bikinis lined up in a row on hangers. Luci gestures to them to indicate Serena should pick out whichever one she likes.

"Nothing noble about insisting people consent. It's supposed to be normal."

Usagi looked over all of them, listening as she looked. She glanced over her shoulder.

"It should be normal, you're right. And I hope that by striving hard enough and with amazing role models like you around it will be," she offered with a sincere smile. "Ah how do you like this one?" she held up a saturated solid pink halter-top. She held it up to her towel-covered top.

"No all white... oh! But there is this cute black one!"

"God, Serena," Luci laughs, shoving her hands in her pockets and leaning against the wall. "You're probably the only person on this whole planet who thinks I'm an 'amazing role model'. I steal other musicians from bands and ride flatbeds down the highway to do it. I'm a hellraiser, most parents try to keep their kids from listening to our music."

She tilts her head at the pink top. "That one does seem to suit you... but I can't deny I wish all those people up there hadn't helped themselves to my color thinking I'd take special notice. You'd probably look just gorgeous in white."

Luci goes to Serena and pushes the black one into place over her towel. "But black it's so bad either."

"I don't think that's true at all," she smiled as she took the pink one and decided to go with something that felt more her than the black top. Besides, the black one seemed a bit too big in the chest for her. She put the black one back up.

"Alright so you do... risky things, maybe, but I mean, you think men and women can save themselves and doesn't have to leave it up to just one person, you don't allow anyone to play games where consent and harassment is concerned, you've never once done anything but be nice to me. Even now, you're helping me when you could have just let a jerk like that get a slap on the wrist. You do just as much good as you do bad. Just because you aren't sugary sweet about everything doesn't make you a bad person."

She turned around, her back to Luci as she adjusted the towel to bring the bikini top under it, eventually letting the towel fall so she could tie the top of the bikini. She turned back around. It covered her a bit more than her original white bikini top but it still fit well enough.

"Well? How does it look?" she asked as she turned from side to side for Luci to examine.

Luci stares at Serena for a moment, which might look to the outside observer that she's admiring the bikini top, but in reality she's just trying to figure out how to take what's been laid at her door.

Eventually she just laughs and shakes her head. "You sure you love that fiance of yours?" Rhetorical question-- Luci stands up and offers Serena her arm. "It looks great, let's get back out there."

"With my whole heart, but I've got enough room to love others in different ways," she smiled as she blushed a bit.

At the mention of it looking great, she gave a bright smile, clapping her hands together.

"Ah yay!" she was quick to wrap her arms around the offered arm, leaning in close to Luci in content. "You've put on an amazing party, by the way!"

"At the risk of sounding exactly like the people we were condemning earlier, I have a feeling your 'different ways' and mine aren't exactly in line with each other," she says, leading Serena out of the locker room and back to the stairs.

"It's alright," Luci says in reference to the party with a little shrug. "I thought hosting it on a boat would prevent it from being the same old drunk and debaucherous night... but it seems to be about the same thing even though were miles from shore."

"Ah no, well... maybe, I don't know, how do you love others?" she asked as she looked up at her.

"Ah no no no, it is a good party! I promise, and I mean, one drunk jerk among this big of a crowd is really great! Don't let him make you think your party isn't any different from those much harsher parties." She didn't want Luci to be upset regarding her party.

"Besides, you made sure he's gone now."

"Thoroughly and often," Luci grins and winks. "Usually one by one, but sometimes in a group."

Poor Serena. They really do have vastly different definitions of this word.

"It's not just him. Something feels wrong," she admits as they surface back onto the deck. People are standing in groups with drinks, talking and laughing, there's a bong somewhere, people making out in the hot tub, dancing or otherwise rubbing up against each other... "This kind of thing used to be great. People letting go of their world for a night and just feeling something." She sighs and puts her hands in her pockets. "But I don't think they'll remember this after a month or two passes. Just another place they got drunk, or high, or had a one night stand in."

"Oh! Me too!" Usagi completely missed the innuendo, that, or she is willfully keeping it innocent. "I'm always stronger from the love of my group of friends!" which was true.

At the mention, Usagi became a bit more serious and held Luci's hand, pressing her lips together.

"Luci... maybe... something is wrong... because it is... as if you weren't meant to be here, maybe?" she offered. "Maybe they won't remember this place... because the memories here," she wasn't sure how obvious she was being, or maybe she was being to subtle, who knew. "Maybe the memories they have here, that you have here, aren't the proper ones to hold onto, aren't where you and they should really be?"

Edited 2016-06-05 05:21 (UTC)

Luci's going to assume it was willful, and back off for the moment. She knows when her advances aren't working the way she hopes they will.

Serena's suggestion about why Luci is feeling so off... it rings true in a way. And it's a little too close for comfort, too. Luci frowns, curious, and her eyebrows come together slightly. "Where else would I be...?"

"Where you belong, perhaps?" she offered gently, still willing to push on the subject. So far, she hadn't reacted like Aramat. That was a very good thing.

"You could be away from this, at least... Santiago and Blanche?"

There's a beat, and Luci pushes Serena's bangs back and away from her forehead with a smile. "You're so cute Serena. What would I do? Wait tables?"

"If that's what you wanted, you can't be happy with them in charge, can you? Even if you wanted to stay, are you happy with everything they're doing?" she doesn't flinch away from Luci's touch, rather, she just keeps Luci's gaze locked with hers, hoping, praying, she could get the other to understand.

"I want to do what I'm doing now. It's the only thing that feels right, no matter how much bullshit is flying around me." Attacks at gigs, people being used as batteries, and she's Lesedi Santiago's personal and somewhat unwilling squeeze to keep her friends alive and not-batteries.

"It's pointless if I'm not performing. If people aren't loving or hating me. I don't care which."

And that isn't sane, Luci knows that, she knows that her drug of choice is attention, someone looking at her. And for that reason, she'll never escape.

"That isn't what I asked," she offered softly. "Are you alright with the things Lesedi Santiago is doing to you and your loved ones, Luci?" she needed to know this answer.

"I could never hate you, even if you did say you were alright with it," she offered with a smile. "I'm never going to hate you no matter what you do to me, even kill me or turn me in to Santiago. It's okay to be scared," she offered. "It's okay if it doesn't make sense. I barely understand it myself."

Luci isn't going to sugar-coat it, Serena sounds insane. In her experience, whenever anybody said they were fine with someone killing them, it wasn't a good sign. But maybe that was just her saying things to reassure Luci, or do that big-hearted thing that Luci didn't quite believe she deserved or was possible for a person. But something else catches her attention more.

"...what do you mean 'turn you in'?"

She merely smiled. She is insane, to some degree. She's willing to sacrifice herself to save the whole galaxy, if that's what it takes. However, Usagi doesn't say anything, giving an idle shrug.

"Santiago and Blanche are no fan of me," she says it so easily despite the implications of it all.

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