Think I wanna play around

[yourotherleft]

Who: Zoro yourotherleft & OPEN
When: IC 8/4-8/5
Where: A bar, a club, Dojo or Diejo, a brothel, and the Pleasure District in general
What: Canon confirms that Zoro has two hobbies: drinking and swords. Nothing else. Pretty sad. He's out and about with lots of chances for people to join him in one of said hobbies - because both can be done without risking faulty technology! Or BYO glitch. Everyone with CR with him got a text about sparring, at least.
Rating/Warning: nothing anticipated

[Technological failures only served to wake Zoro up to the realization that he'd gotten way too used to the technology. He used to live just fine without it, so what was so wrong with going back to his roots? Nothing, that's what!

To be fair, he didn't arrive at this conclusion until the gravity room program glitched on him, rendering his usual training ineffective. Then he tried to send a text just to Kashuu to ask if he wanted to spar (you know, now that spirit foxes are a thing of the past) and it accidentally went out to everyone - every last person Zoro has ever talked to on the CEREvice. It gave him a depressing number of pingbacks for missing and departed users...

There's two things he's good at, swordsmanship and drinking. He might as well turn to those.]

8/4, evening

[Zoro starts out at a bar, and then eventually wanders on down to the Entertainment District to see if he can pick up any word on potential new bounties. Something has a lot of the aliens irritated, and he can feel it. Especially around the criminal underground's usual hangouts.

1. Have a drink with him. Zoro is only 50% likely to start a bar fight, and even then, it's likely the other party will start it first. Marvel at how drunk he's not even after the fifth bottle.

2. He's not dancing at Niteo. You can't make him. You can try to hit on him? Or you can hit him. Zoro is here to listen to clandestine conversations going on at the next table over where alien thugs are gathered and also not dancing. If you can get the info he's searching for without blowing your collective cover, he just might cut you in on the bounty.]

8/5, day

[For the most part Zoro starts out his day at Dojo or Diejo, looking for a fight. He doesn't trust ViViD so good old-fashioned beatdowns are going to happen if anyone wants to indulge him. He honestly didn't mean to text everyone about sparring, but he's not going to turn anyone down if they show up in response.]

8/5, evening/overnight

[Whatever information he managed to get the night before points to a new target who really really loves the android brothels in the Pleasure District. It's a pretty big target, too, the kind with lots of security around him. This can either end well or end terribly...

1. What in the hell is Roronoa Zoro, of all people, doing in a brothel? Catch him walking in or out and question his life choices. Or catch him inside and find out whether he's there to patronize the androids programmed to hit on him no matter how diligently he ignores them.

2. His target is on the move. This leaves Zoro skulking around the pleasure district, darting from cover to cover, only to have one of the perpetually-blooming holographic sakura trees vanish, leaving him exposed. Uh...hi?

3. There's got to be more bars around here. Zoro really needs a damn drink right about now. Nothing tonight is going well, particularly when he realizes that at this time of night, the only open establishments where booze can be had are host clubs and brothels. Ugh, does he dare risk getting hit on again to get a drink? Yeah, yeah he does. Unless someone runs into him with a better idea...]

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8/4 evening

[sayonaradumbass]

[Already a little buzzed, feelers out on the dance floor and those seedy little corners filled with smoke and the smell of jizz, Kaneda's feeling good. Better than good, he's feeling great! Not even getting a 'no' can ruin this day. Speaking of non-fuckyboys, he sees a familiar shade of green even under the lights.]

The hell are you doing here? This ain't your scene.

[yourotherleft]

[he stops with his drink halfway to his lips at that voice]

Look who's talking. The hell are you doing here, lookin' for trouble?

[sayonaradumbass]

Trouble? Troublesome women are the best time. Maybe some day when you're older you'll understand.

[yourotherleft]

[snorts magnificently!] Maybe someday when you're old enough you'll realize I don't care.

[but, hey, all things considered, he likes Kaneda enough to flick his wrist and suggest the bartender set him up with something]

Seen anything interesting lately? [sure, let's use him as a source, how about that]

[sayonaradumbass]

Eh, your loss, man. Tits are nice but they ain't for everyone.

[especially considering Zoro's like the toughest guy he knows??? Once his drink arrives, and he of course gets dubious looks because he's underage, afterall...he hums]

Hmmm...a girl in an honest to God belly shirt. First time I've seen em here.

8/5, 2

[drinkscola]

[ holy fuck of all things, marco didn't expect a sakura tree to suddenly poop and to be left with... some dude skulking there. one that looks kind of shady? was he a murderer, or worse... like some perverted, peeping tom. granted, there are a lot of shady guys here (it takes one to know one, etc), so perhaps it's the suddenness of his appearance that causes such a sharp contrast.

he very nearly yells; manages to bite his hand and quell it. after a moment, in which he tries to analyze the situation (and fails): ]

What the hell are you... doing...

[yourotherleft]

[SHIT! SPOTTED!

Zoro whips around at the voice and quickly makes the universal shushing gesture with a finger in front of his lips]

SHH! Idiot, you're going to blow it...!

[the person, if you can call it that, he's been following turns around slowly and peers from between the shoulders of his hulking thug bodyguards. Zoro has nowhere to hide and just does what he can, turning sharply away and rubbing the back of his neck, facing Marco instead like they've been chatting all along]

...so. Uh.

[drinkscola]

[ somehow, with just that, zoro has become one of the odder people he's met in this place... he's alarmed. and apparently, he's going to blow it, there's some guy with massive bodyguards, and... oh.

as someone who has a dad in the mafia, things just click. ]

Ah— Hey. [ hey. best to play along; he can do this. he manages a benign smile, quelling outward signs of blatant nervousness and lowers his volume. what to carry on about? that green hair color? the scar? no, both could be rude. ] Nice... shoulders. You probably wouldn't be bad on defense.

[ ??? he's a football player; you notice these things. ]

[yourotherleft]

Defense?

[it's such an odd remark that it actually works - they look like they're chatting, and pseudo-mafia dude over there just gives them the stinkeye before going on. Zoro's concerned he's going to lose his target, but as he hastily glances over his shoulder, he can see they're just going into that building there. WHEW. He'll catch up with them later, right now...

He lunges right up into Marco's personal space like the disappearing tree is somehow his fault]

What are you trying to do, get both of us in trouble? [like the guy with three swords on his hip can't handle "trouble"]

8/5 - Day

[hopetype]

[After spending the past couple of days trying to get use to his surroundings once more, he was slowly getting the hang of living in Cerealia. While it was definitely quite the adjustment, it wasn't as difficult as he thought.

In the middle of his walk however, he was a little curious about this little dojo. Looking inside, he felt like he had ventured into his place before. Although, the problem was that he just couldn't exactly remember why]

[yourotherleft]

[Zoro's still hanging about just inside, waiting for a decent challenge, so the shadow darkening the door gets his attention - a new potential opponent? No, just some kid. Although, wait...

He peers a bit more closely.]

Takeru?

[I mean it looks like him but definitely older.]

[hopetype]

[And somehow, the moment that Takeru saw the man before him, he definitely knew he met him before. Although the problem now was remembering his name.

Quick, Takeru, think of something to say! Don't just stand there awkwardly!]

Ah...it's been a long time hasn't it? I haven't seen you for quite sometime!

[Yes, good distraction! Just enough time for him to think of his name!]

[yourotherleft]

Apparently. [geez, kid] So you must've been gone after all, then. I said I'd keep an eye out for you, but...

8/5, day

[bardromh]

[ Mu, as well, doesn't like to use ViViD if it can be avoided, so here he is.

He's unfamiliar with the dojo-type of training grounds though, they're different from the grounds the soldiers in Reim uses.

It reminds him of Kina though, the aesthetics of the place. He did not need that bout of sudden homesickness...

So he was going to focus on seeing if anyone was around that would be up to sparring. And there is at least some people around.. ]

Ah. Good day.

[yourotherleft]

Hm? [a stranger, someone he's never seen around before] Yo.

[dammit, looks like no one here is good to keep up with him, so after a minute Zoro turns to this newcomer, arms folded over his chest]

Here to fight?

[bardromh]

[ He nods, only a little hesitantly. Not because he has any problem with fighting - he is a soldier after all - but because he isn't sure how fighting works in these facilities. ]

I was thinking of it, as this is the sort of place where one can fight.

[yourotherleft]

Well, there you go. [manly tip of his head toward the interior] They got practice swords and shit if you're a beginner. I'm here for the experienced types.

8/5 - 3

[playboyknight]

[Angelo was working a late shift at his host club job when he spots Zoro at the bar. Of course before they can have their reunion, he kisses his client good night as she leaves and then he decides to drop in on Zoro as he sits next to him. He'll even be ordering a drink in the process.]

I haven't seen you here in awhile, I was beginning to miss seeing you.

[yourotherleft]

[now that's a voice he wasn't expecting to hear. Zoro looks up quickly.]

What are you doing still slumming it down here?

[playboyknight]

[He gets his wine from the bartender then sips his wine before turning to look at Zoro.]

This is where I make most of my pay. I even got a promotion just a few days ago, so I can't leave now.

[yourotherleft]

You gonna be able to run a restaurant and do this weird shit? Though I guess the cook is gonna do most of the hard work every day...

8/5, evening #1

[serving_love]

[Heeeeey, Sanji just so happens to be in the Pleasure District, too! For...reasons. Which may or may not have resulted in him briefly plastering himself to one of the window displays that was showcasing some scantily clad women shimmying around.

Briefly because he almost immediately had to deal with a nosebleed explosion situation, but you know. These things happen.

He's wandering through the streets in something of a daze now, occasionally going all doofy and noodle-armed at random passersby. It didn't take much to remind him why he generally doesn't come down here -- it's like stepping foot onto Sabaody after suffering a two-year drought of the opposite sex all over again, except with MORE ladies and less clothes. It's kiiiind of too much for him to handle, even when he's sure as hell not planning on doing anything and is just walking along without purpose.

So then, again, why is he here? Eh... Maybe Zoro offhandedly mentioned this new target of his and it stuck somewhere in the back of Sanji's mind. Or maybe he's sating a curiosity he had.

Or maybe it's less a curiosity and more a vague need to reassure himself of some things.

IN ANY CASE, he's here, ogling all the -- everything. Especially when the everything suddenly includes one marimo shithead exiting a brothel like it's totally normal and fine and not completely jarring and WTF inducing.

Sanji stops dead in his tracks and just stares for a handful of seconds. Then his brow promptly furrows as he frowns and calls out.]

What the fuck are you doing?

[...Somewhat loudly, but only because he wants to make sure Zoro can hear him! And if it comes out more accusatory than he meant for it to, well... Oops?]

[yourotherleft]

[Zoro is intently focused on his job, tonight, so much so that for half a hot second he doesn't even register that the irritated shout is directed at him. At the exact moment his head comes up, it hits him that he knows that voice, all too well, and he's thrown off his stride completely. It isn't due to where he is, no, because Zoro doesn't think like normal people and his present location has nothing to do with anything besides the job he's doing. It's mostly the surprise of hearing Sanji yelling at him in the middle of the night in public when he didn't expect the cook to be anywhere but at home right at that moment.

He catches himself before he can stumble and stops dead in his tracks, turning toward the source of that shout.]

I'm walking, what does it look like I'm doing?

[and why would that piss him off, anyway? Geez.]

[serving_love]

[Sanji's not pissed off!! Why would he be pissed off?! It's not like it matters if Zoro wants to come down here and...whatever...do things. Maybe that whole thing with the two of them actually managed to wake him up and if he wants to experiment and shit then who is Sanji to stop him? He doesn't care! Zoro doesn't owe him anything. And it's not weird at all that Zoro's already expanding his horizons while Sanji's over here still trying to get to a place where he's not overthinking fucking everything.

He tries to stop frowning, because really. Really. Obviously Zoro can do whatever he wants and Sanji doesn't know why it makes him feel tense all over, inside and out. But even without the frown, his expression is still kind of tight. He shoves his hands into his pockets, teeth clenching around his cigarette.]

Looks like you're walking out of a shitty...

[Ahhh but no. Fucking seriously. What is he, a jealous girlfriend? Sanji drags in a deep breath through his nose and then exhales out one side of his mouth, blowing upwards out his bangs.

Jesus. Okay, he's calm. What the hell was that all about?

He still sort of glowers at Zoro, though, before jutting his chin toward the door Zoro just exited.]

What kinda stuff do they got in there?

[...He's not even sure what he's trying to ask. Were there ladies in there?? Or men? OR SOMETHING ELSE?]

[yourotherleft]

[Zoro glances over his shoulder at the establishment in question, like what, yeah, he just walked out of there, what's the big deal?]

Robots.

[there is a touch of distaste to his tone. It's true, this is one of the all-android brothels so while he was slouching about looking to see if the criminal boss on his radar was, ahem, patronizing the business, all he saw was robots. Ugh.]