estoria | [open] Ain't it great, how we met each other

Who: Rise Kujikawa and YOU! Yes, even you.
When: 6/1
Where: Lots of locations, CYA, etc etc.
What: Rise's getting back out in the colony and dragging people along for the ride with her daily routine.
Rating/Warning: Probably not yet.

[Even if by Cerealia standards it's her birthday, Rise doesn't think anything of it. Things are different here and she has a long day ahead of her. But at least it's nice to be on some kind of schedule again and get back to the way things were.]

A.) Catch a glimpse of the hollow world;

[The morning starts early for Rise Kujikawa with a bright and early call for a photoshoot. She never realized that a "sunglasses model" could be a real job but here she is bright and early when the sun is just perfect to capture the product without the glare effect. Did you happen to stumble onto the scene of this shoot? You might find Rise perusing a table of glasses that she's meant to put on her face and she'll turn with a small grin on her face.]

Which one do you think I should start with first?

[Alternatively, later in the shoot she's put on a pair that's a liiiiittle too dark and it makes it hard to see. Sorry if she happens to bump into you on her way to put them back.]

Sorry! Geez, these are way too effective…

B.) Turning misery into meaningfulness;

[Later in the day she's in front of a storefront in the shopping district with a plate of tofu samples. This feels a little more like home, weirdly enough, and even if she's dressed down in a work smock she seems oddly relaxed. She won't hesitate to stop anybody who wanders by, maybe even tapping the shoulder of the person if it's someone she knows (hell, maybe even the people she doesn't know.)]

Free sample? It's fresh…they're trying a new recipe in there. [She has opinions on said-tofu, but collecting information and backing said-opinions is never a bad thing.]

C.) Gaze in fascination so hard;

[Regardless, even if she has a busy busy day she's going to take time for herself even if it kills her. That's what this is about, isn't it? Relaxing, getting back to a normal life after the trauma that came from that weird, dark area. After her shift at the tofu shop she'll even text a few friends.]

Weather's great! Wanna come up?

[Friends who text back will get an answer, but for anybody who…happens…to be prone to being on rooftops they'll find that Rise's dragged a couple of chairs up to the roof of her apartment building, an umbrella tilted just enough for the slightest amount of shade and sprawled out in one of the lounge chairs dressed in a bikini with yet another pair of sunglasses on.]

It's perfect, isn't it?

D.) You know the stake in high stardom is near;

[And so the sun sets. The day goes on, and there's one more shift to take care of in her day before she's satisfied. Anyone in the Entertainment District may find that several colonists are heading for one particular karaoke bar. Entering the bar, you'll find that Rise is at the mic and it's here she's in her most natural environment as she continues her performance. When she finishes the song and the applause dies, she peers around before her eyes land on you, a playful smirk on her face as she speaks into the mic.]

I think it's your turn to sing a song for us! What do you say?

[Looks like the crowd agrees.]

[Or maybe you find yourself at the bar later and she finishes another song. No matter who it is, she'll slide into the seat next to you and she doesn't even appear winded as she speaks up.]

Who knew aliens liked music so much?

E.) Looking so different glaring street light;

[Or you can wildcard her! She can be found anywhere in the above locations, wandering the colony, or maybe you're a friend who happens to bump into her. Bring it on.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ it's... honestly by chance that adrien "hand model" agreste finds himself on set after his own photoshoot, mostly led by his curiosity at seeing who else is present.

... the answer to that question is answered soon enough, when a familiar redhead bumps into him while sporting glasses, and it's a reflex, the way he begins to respond with her name as he grips her shoulders gently, to make sure she doesn't fall. ]

Ri—

[ wait. her friends call her rise, but he's not chat, and he doesn't know her. so, adrien corrects himself quickly, trying to ease into a natural-not-natural cover-up phrase. ]

—Ri... Really? [ ....... ] Er, I mean, it's okay. At least we know they work, huh?

[ he'll let her go now.

yes, good job. nailed it. ]

[Well. That's unusual. She feels slender hands on her shoulders and she stops bumbling around, not entirely recognizing a voice and with the glasses it's hard to see right away. She doesn't even catch the slip-up.

Good job, Adrien.]

I do feel a little better trying to endorse a product that actually works. I'm really sorry though, I didn't even see you! [And speaking of seeing, she'll push those sunglasses up.] Are you okay?

I think I might've cracked a few ribs, but I'm surviving. [ that's a lie, obviously. ] What about you?

[ he offers her a small smile, half-relieved she didn't catch onto anything, before he looks towards the set, driving their attention there. if she's still working, distracting her isn't exactly what he wants to do... ]

Are you still shooting?

Very funny. [But she is relieved to see he looks pretty unruffled. She glances back toward the set where the photographer seems to be arguing with the set dresser and she shrugs a little.]

I think so, but you know how artists are. [Does he? She's assuming he does, but it's a nice way of saying they're temperamental.] I've never worked with this photographer before so it's been a pretty interesting morning. I don't think they're going to mind if I don't head back right away.

[ he probably wouldn't have started this conversation off with a joke if he didn't know she was receptive to them already as chat, honestly, so he just chuckles.

but oh, he knows how artists are. there's a certain photographer back home that he's thinking of immediately. and, judging from what he's seeing right now... yeah, there's about the same to be expected here. ]

Probably not. [ he's torn between being slightly amused and also feeling slightly bad for that set dresser, honestly, and it shows. ] It looks like artists are as unpredictable here, too. I guess I got the luck of the draw this morning in that department.

[ his photographer didn't make him hold objects for hours.... retaking and retaking and retaking. though he's used to it, as he knows she's used to it, but that's not knowledge he should have. ]

This morning? [And here she actually looks a little more interested, peering inquisitively as she tries to pinpoint just what kind of model he'd be. He's very handsome, she'll give him that, but it's not like CERES really utilizes on their beauty in this place anyway.] What was on today's agenda for you?

Er... Not the kind of photoshoot I'm used to, but— an advertisement for a brand of alien chips. An angry brand of alien chips. I had to... angrily hold the bag.

[ that's a thing. angrily holding chip bags. and he emulates the pose he'd had to hold for a bit. one hand's holding a bag, the other's clenched in a FIST.

and then adrien's dropping that with a shrug. the amount of times he'd heard "CHANNEL YOUR RAGE THROUGH YOUR HANDS! YES!" today was astounding. ]

Apparently I have angry enough hands.

[ HE STILL DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, and it's very obvious he still doesn't know what that means.

but okay. ]

An angry brand of alien chips. You learn something new every day. [Somehow the idea of alien chips is more perturbing to her than having to angrily hold the bag. With the pose being struck for her she laughs anyway, even going as far as to try and mimic him.] I can see how that'd be a little hard to keep flexing your hand like that.

[It's then that she stops to really get a close look at him. It's...strange. He seems very vaguely familiar but she can't exactly place why. Maybe someone she met during one of her commercial shoots back home or something? It's possible.]

You'd think they'd actually focus on letting you really model instead of just your hand. You've got the look for it and everything.

[ well, it isn't like adrien's nervous about rise clicking things together. he's got... weird kwami magic on his side, and he's had more than one person look at him closely as chat and then closely as adrien, so.

... okay, maybe he is a little teensy bit nervous. he'll blame it on the compliment that he's used to (as conceited as that sounds) sounding a lot different when a friend says it. especially considering her experience and all.

he rubs the back of his neck. ]

I don't mind that much. I guess it's because I do a lot of the really-modeling thing back home, so... it's different. Interesting different? [ one way to describe it. ] Thanks for the compliment, though. It means a lot coming from yooouuu...

[ ................ shit ]

Since you seem experienced!

[ HEH

NAILED IT. ]

[At least she isn't circling him or anything. She seems satisfied with her examination of him, at least, and even more so that they seem to have a similar opinion here.

She's not sure where that sentence was going, and instead she settles on lifting an eyebrow questioningly.]

Can't be that experienced if I bumped into you. [She can joke about it. That'll help, at least.] But it's almost like second nature now even if the products are sometimes a little weird. I had to model a pair of sunglasses shaped like the actual sun the other day. They weren't even that flattering. But doing it here keeps me busy and that's all we can really do here, don't you think?

[open] Ain't it great, how we met each other

a.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject