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( open ) gotta kiss myself i’m so pretty

WHO: ACTUAL ASTRONAUT GILBERT and YOU
WHERE: Various places in Maurtia Falls + Heropa.
WHEN: 1/29 ― 2/2
WHAT: Not actually an astronaut, but Gil thinks he is for the next few days.
WARNINGS: Please let me know if you do not want Gil flirting/making a move on your character somewhere in your comment. He won't on anyone under 18 or those who look it. Otherwise this is a train wreck in the making. Also slightly sexual content.

➊ THURSDAY MORNING | breakfast ( closed to kenzi )

[ It all happens so fast that Gil can barely recall what it is that hit him. He remembers stepping outside the apartment for two seconds to retrieve the newspaper, then a white, hot flash that knocked him down the small flight of stone steps, leaving him sprawled on the sidewalk for a minute. A couple of the locals rushed to his aid and began asking if he was alright, but Gil managed to convince them he was fine.

In fact, he feels just great. Their reaction is not something he had anticipated while watching the people in Maurtia Falls all this time.

Now he stands in the kitchen, the ironing board folded out with his shirt laid out against it while the iron heats up. He's nearly done preparing sausages and eggs, rolling the sausage over so it cooks properly all over. A little notebook is left on the counter near him.

And yes, he's shirtless. ]

➋ THURSDAY AFTERNOON - MONDAY | wherever, whenever ( maurtia falls & heropa )

[ He goes to work, of course, but as soon as he's done he doesn't even head back to his apartment. With his note in tow, Gil can be found in busy locations between Heropa and Maurtia Falls, nestled somewhere not too far from people and with his head buried in his notebook, scribbling away quickly. He'll be seen looking up often, watching everyone's every single movement with a deep-seated curiosity. Sometimes he'll tap his chin with his pen and other times he'll call someone or approach them, asking them the reasoning behind something like grabbing twenty packets of sugar from the coffee shop, or why they baby-talked their pet dog for two minutes straight.

He might have known the reasoning behind these acts once, but nothing seems to come to memory. Plus the fact the notebooks he's kept surveying human behaviour appear to be missing, which means his observation has to be restarted.

That's alright, though. Gil isn't having difficulty chatting it up with the locals in either city, especially in Heropa (and they don't mind that an imPort is stopping to make conversation with them). Anyone who comes across him might notice he's particularly friendly toward others. If not, he's likely to approach another imPort himself, getting in their space without as much as a second thought.

He seems friendly enough! ]

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[ She had spent the past few days just trying her hardest to find this astronaut. Partly because it was her job. And also...partly because she really didn't have anything else to do here. As soon as she arrested that asshat she would get ported home, right? Right. So she needed to arrest the guy, and do her job, just so she can get off of this backwards hellhole.

Unfortunately, Freddie's information about the astronaut is scant, just a physical description that looks oddly like Gilbert Nightray. Funny how things work like that. So it's when she spots Gil that the recognition hits her like...well, like lightning.

That's the guy. It has to be the guy. So, storming towards Gil with a scowl on her face, she made to grab him by the wrist. ] You're coming with me.

[Like every morning Kenzi drags herself from her room in a groggy haze. The bathroom is always the first stop, she makes an attempt to wake herself up with some cold water and fix her poofy mess of hair before finally making her way to the kitchen. She's never truly awake until she has coffee in her system but finding Gil shirtless in the kitchen seems to do the trick.

She stands in the doorway for a moment, staring at him. She's caught him in various states of undress before but even when ironing he at least puts another shirt on first. This isn't right at all but she can't find a reason to complain because look at him. The man actually has abs, what the hell?

Without a word she goes back to her room to grab her phone. If she's not dreaming she needs proof. She returns quickly enough and snaps a picture.]

This is either a sexy dream or things got weird while I was sleeping.

[ The moment the shadows started to lengthen, longer than slight pools that rested directly beneath shapes. Pooling, lengthening, like the figure that simply seemed to step out of them, in the middle of the road, simply stepping along, his cane tapped lightly on the walkway when he stepped, people nearly jumped around him, but he only smiled, and tipped a hat.

Like some jerk who didn't seem to care so much about the surprise.

Up until he recognized a familiar face, and he almost startled. It was after all, a somewhat wealthy neighborhood, and Shade knew how Gilbert felt about money. ]

Gilbert? You're not out for dinner, are you?

[ He's conversing with an elderly woman about her baby carriage full of dolls and her little dog inside, posing various questions about why she treats something non-human the way she would a human child. He doesn't get his answer though when a hand latches onto his wrist and begins to tug him in the opposite direction. He almost drops his notebook in surprise, his grip tightening on it as if his life depends on these notes he's been taking the past few hours.

His eyes flicker over the woman who's grabbed onto him without much warning. Older than him perhaps, but beautiful. And those curls are lovely as well.

Surprise and confusion overtakes him. He's not upset yet. ]

Ah... hello! Well, I certainly wouldn't mind... but where to?

[ His self-conscious nature is nowhere to be found when he turns to greet Kenzi. The old scar on his chest exposed for her to see just how far along it travels. Whatever it was that did that to him could not have made for a pretty picture.

He offers a smile and points to the kitchen table. ]

Good morning. Breakfast is almost ready. Is sausage and egg okay?

[ With the spatula in his hand he gestures to the sizzling sausage and eggs on the stove. They're nearly done. ]

[ This area of Maurtia Falls was abuzz with all kinds of people. Gil had taken note of people sneaking around the alleyways behind the high class restaurants. Once or twice he saw men in ragged clothes digging around in the large garbage bins for bottles or sometimes food. After approaching one and accidentally frightening him off because he was believed to be a cop, Gil keeps his distance so he can observe and let whatever is to happen happen.

Let human nature's course carry on. It's all very fascinating. He's been here for months, the past couple of days have felt like it's his first time on Earth. Maybe the crash landing messed with his head a lot more than he realized.

Shade isn't someone he's expecting to run into, but it's a pleasant surprise nonetheless. He lifts a hand with the pen in between his fingers to give a little wave. ]

Good evening, Shade.

Oh, um... no. [ He quickly shakes his head. ] I was out for a walk in this area, just looking around while working.

Working? On what?

[ Honestly, Shade thought that Gilbert did something...totally different than meandering, but his fingers still held notes, and... well, that was simply unusual. He looked around, a touch curiously, there wasn't much around, at least nearby. ]

I don't see anything around.

[ Although suspicion started to creep in. After Bart, and a few others, people were acting a touch...unusual. Weren't they? It was enough to cause concern, even for someone who ostensibly didn't care. ]

My notes. I had... I think I had quite a few at least, but it seems I've lost them.

[ Which he seems rather embarrassed about. How could he have lost something so important in his own apartment? He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Then he closes his notebook for the time being, pocketing it in his coat along with the pen. He adjusts his collar and casts Shade a cursory glance. ]

... it got late fast, didn't it?

[ As if finally realizing the time, Gil glances upwards toward cloudy and grey skies. ]

[Cecil likes the diners here in Heropa. There's something familiar about them; their shiny, red leather booths and the ubiquitous smell of fresh coffee and apple pie, even at two or three in the morning. When he's not out wandering the streets, letting his thoughts run to static and trying to maintain a pleasant face for all these strange new citizens, he's nursing some of that diner coffee and probably eating a little too much of the pie.

Sometimes Cecil is lost in the warmth of the crust, the soft crush of the fruit between his teeth, thinking not just about the food but about the man who would share it with him, who would reach across the table and stop him from overindulging, who would remind him gently that sometimes the line cooks distributed experimental diseases through the batter and so Cecil should probably slow it down.

But there was no danger of that here, or at least, not insofar as Cecil had experienced. Sadly.

He chews another forkful slowly; forlornly. He observes the traffic in the diner, particularly the young man scribbling furiously in a notebook at the counter. There were hardly any other customers at this time -- late afternoon being the twilight hour between lunch and dinner -- but the man kept looking up, glancing around, and then starting up again with fresh fervor.]

Sir -- might I ask -- are you a journalist?

[Still not quite believing what she's seeing she snaps another picture. before lowering her phone. She narrows her eyes at him.]

Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend? [The food smells delicious and she's definitely hungry but something is just wrong.]

Y'know, usually shy man. Wouldn't be caught dead shirtless.

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[ oh no. he's cute

Still, she's been deputized to get this asshole arrested, and she's going to do her job. So, scowl on her face, Freddie continues to yank Gil away from the woman and towards...well, she wasn't entirely sure yet. Her strategy is banking on the fact that eventually, the Uranian government will port her back to her own home planet.

The strategy needs some work. ]

I'm arresting you, [ said with a scowl. ] You're being arrested for the destruction of Oltneimmer.

[ The comment gets an arched brow from him and Gil turns to gesture over to where the ironing board sits, his wrinkled shirt waiting to be pressed. ]

My shirt isn't ready to be worn.

[ He responds as if it's the only logical answer. It is, but the lackadaisical comment will teem with suspicion on Kenzi's end.

He reaches over the knob on the stove, twisting it clockwise so it's shut off. The pan continues to sizzle lightly in the morning silence, though the noise is cut off once he lifts the plates resting on the counter near him and place the sausages and eggs onto one.

Carefully, he brings it over to the table. ]

Aren't you hungry? [ He closes the distance between them, leaning in to quickly capture her lips in a kiss. He pulls away too fast, almost teasing, and smiles. ] It'll get cold.

[She glances over at the ironing board with a flat look.] Yeah but you usually put on another shirt. You own more than one.

[She watches him move, almost as if she expects some kind of attack. The kiss, however, catches her off guard. It's quick and not at all the shy sort Gil usually gives.]

Is this some kind of weird body swap thing? [Despite her confusion she's not about to pass up breakfast and settles at the table.]

[ Gil accidentally begins writing half of Cecil's question before realizing what he's doing. With a quiet sigh he scribbles it out and glances up to see the man who's addressing him, putting down the notebook temporarily. ]

Journalist?

[ He repeats, surprised by the question. He shakes his head quickly. ]

Oh, no, I'm just rewriting all the notes I've somehow misplaced.

[ His eyes shift to the notebook and then back to Cecil, offering a sheepish smile. ]

Am I bothering you?

[ Being taller and presumably stronger gives him an advantage, but he's curious as to where this conversation and woman are going, so he allows her to drag him forward. But when she claims the reason for her interference is to arrest him he relents, tugging his arm in the opposite direction to break free from her grip. ]

What? What are you talking about?

[ Oltneimmer doesn't sound familiar to him. He furrows his brows, trying to understand what this woman is getting at. ]

Have we met? [ A beat. ] Though I doubt I could forget a face like yours.

Body swap "thing"?

[ Gil can't help an amused scoff as he makes his way over to the ironing board to begin pressing his shirt. The iron occasionally exhales steam softly as he works across the backside of the shirt first. ]

I'm still me. Though I thought that would be obvious.

[ A pointed comment to his... ahem, shirtless figure. ]

[Kenzi grabs up one of the sausages, despite the heat, and bites into it. Who needs forks? Fingers work just as well. She shifts in her chair as she chews and squints at Gil.]

Okay. So if it's not a body swap then what? You just decided to not be shy and go around shirtless out of the blue? I mean, you ain't even blushing and I would figure you'd be doing that much.

I'm not gonna complain if you're suddenly manning up but a little warning because, dude, I wasn't expecting it.

Well...

[ Suddenly he is flushing, but it's not for the reasons Kenzi may think. He's still learning human customs, especially the practice of dating and monogamy, but he feels the two of them have gone far too long without the intimate aspect.

He's not sure... why. He ends up frowning as he tries to remember what's been stopping them, but then idly shrugs it off as unimportant. What matters is what's happening now.

His fingers dig carefully into the shirt to flip it over and iron out the other side. When he's done, he starts on the sleeves. It isn't long before he finishes pressing the shirt. He turns the iron off, unplugs it, and lets the shirt cool for half a minute. ]

We've been seeing each other for quite a while now. [ Grabbing the shirt, he begins to slip into it and chuckles softly. ] I didn't think you would complain.

Quite so, if I'm out and about. I prefer this time of night, you know.

[ He still peered curiously at Gil, like he was trying to put things together, to figure out what he'd meant by his words. ]

What notes did you lose? I'm quite good at finding lost things, you know. If you need assistance...

[ It was a token offer, but Gilbert seemed almost a touch distraught about them. ]

[Cecil leans forward against his table, clearly interested.]

Not at all! Tell me about your notes.

[Who could this man be? Possibly an average imported citizen; possibly a squirrelly government agent -- he'd be happy with either, or both.]

The ones I've been taking about the things I've seen since I've arrived. They weren't anywhere in the apartment.

[ He had turned over everything in the apartment, including going into Kenzi's room (which he would never do), in search of the misplaced notes, but it was all to no avail. It's as if the notes vanished into thin air. If the little fairy dragon had gotten to them, there would have been some kind of indication. Torn paper bits or something.

He lets out a disappointed sigh. ]

It's definitely annoying to lose all that work, but maybe looking back at things helps.

[ The invitation is more than enough for Gil to scoot forward, getting a little invasive in Cecil's space. He flips his notebook to the first page and trails the page with his pen, indicating all that he's written through the day. It's... surprisingly a lot. There are a lot of question marks on the page, too. ]

I'm observing human behaviour in this world. Since I've been here it's always been both confusing, but fascinating.

Like... I've noticed there are quite a number of elderly humans who own small animals. They also converse with them like they would another human being. I've seen one woman carrying her dog in a bag. None of them have told me why exactly. Are humans that easily attached to life regardless of their forms?

I never saw any notes, and you've lived with me!

[ Really, Gil, his voice clearly said, what are you going on about? He didn't know what notes he was supposed to be writing, but he didn't remember Gil looking at any notes, or really doing anything like it. After all, while he suspected that the man was intelligent, he didn't think hew was more a meticulous note taker than Shade was, and Shade had enough journals to fill a library.

Really! ]

What are you working on precisely? Notes about?

[Cecil taps his chin.]

Well, people do tend to love their pets. I myself have a very charming cat. But are you saying that you're not human?

[He's not incredulous, despite the fact that this man looks just as human as anyone else. He's seen enough to know that appearance, like most other perceived information, doesn't mean much.]

[ He fixes Shade a mixed look of skepticism and amusement. What is he talking about now? Gil lets out a short, airy laugh and shakes his head to indicate he doesn't understand what Shade is getting at. ]

Did you not? I could have sworn I had left them sometimes in the kitchen, but they may have been in my room the whole time.

[ Shade's question perks him up. ]

The behaviour in the world, of course! Among other things. I can't exactly take notes on the fauna in this weather. I hope it'll be an early spring.

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