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012 // action - haruka's misfortunes, union edition
[ Haruka Tenoh is always learning new things. Today's lesson: don't walk your Rhyhorn when the roads are icy. It will slide out of control, sprain people's ankles, and you'll be responsible for picking up their slack on what would happen to be the busiest day of the year at their workplace.
On a completely unrelated note, this dairy booth in the market district appears to be doing a booming business! It's also completely pink - pink drapes, heart-shaped balloons attached to the poles, Miltank plushies lining the shelves, and a Rhyhorn wearing a pink blanket squatting outside with a basket of chocolate in its mouth. Behind the counter (assisted by a Wooper in a pink bow tie) is the most brilliantly handsome salesman ever to grace the street, advertising in a voice that could rattle a packed theater. (She's also wearing a pink apron and a baker's hat shaped like a Luvdisc. Today has a theme.) Her sales pitch goes something like this: ]
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! What you see here's available for one day only: Luvdisc-shaped chocolate for the health of your romance! Strawberry Miltank milk for the health of your body! And, with a purchase of just twenty-five dollars or more, we'll throw in a special four-piece chocolate sampler as thanks for being our sweetest customers! How about it?!
[ A middle-aged woman walking her Snubbull approaches the vendor. Could she have some Miltank cheese and a Luvdisc chocolate, please? Haruka graces her with her very best Divine Theater smile. ] But of course, Madam. If that's what you desire...
[ The woman looks about ready to faint back onto her Snubbull. Haruka would also dearly love to lose consciousness right now. Why is she so good at this? It's absurd to think she might be naturally gifted at spouting nonsense!
At least she's only served strangers thus far. ]
On a completely unrelated note, this dairy booth in the market district appears to be doing a booming business! It's also completely pink - pink drapes, heart-shaped balloons attached to the poles, Miltank plushies lining the shelves, and a Rhyhorn wearing a pink blanket squatting outside with a basket of chocolate in its mouth. Behind the counter (assisted by a Wooper in a pink bow tie) is the most brilliantly handsome salesman ever to grace the street, advertising in a voice that could rattle a packed theater. (She's also wearing a pink apron and a baker's hat shaped like a Luvdisc. Today has a theme.) Her sales pitch goes something like this: ]
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! What you see here's available for one day only: Luvdisc-shaped chocolate for the health of your romance! Strawberry Miltank milk for the health of your body! And, with a purchase of just twenty-five dollars or more, we'll throw in a special four-piece chocolate sampler as thanks for being our sweetest customers! How about it?!
[ A middle-aged woman walking her Snubbull approaches the vendor. Could she have some Miltank cheese and a Luvdisc chocolate, please? Haruka graces her with her very best Divine Theater smile. ] But of course, Madam. If that's what you desire...
[ The woman looks about ready to faint back onto her Snubbull. Haruka would also dearly love to lose consciousness right now. Why is she so good at this? It's absurd to think she might be naturally gifted at spouting nonsense!
At least she's only served strangers thus far. ]
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Haruka tries to listen to this description, but all she gets out of it is that the waiter's trying to sell her stuff. Which makes sense, that's his job, but since it's all the same to her - ] That one. The last pick.
[ She doesn't even know what it is. So she looks over at Michiru. ] Unless you had any better ideas.
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[Michiru just smiles.] No. That sounds wonderful.
[insert variations of "oh, what a fine choice, sir!" here.
When he finally leaves, Michiru casts an amused look at you.]
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Haruka thanks the waiter before he goes - she's free-spirited, not lacking in class - and dons a rather invincibly cool smile. This isn't the sort of place that would serve natto, so whatever she just ordered, she's okay. ] We'll match the dessert, too.
man, I thought it said the restaurant would discriminate against Nattos
[unless they're supposed to be ignoring what you've been doing for much of the day.]
i felt weird typing it. though i'd imagine he's okay as long as he doesn't leaf the walls
he might find out about decorative sprigs of parsley or something
Oh? And here I thought you already had a rather busy day.
....natto cooking would be terrifying. but the food would all be so pretty
It almost hides the flush when Michiru refers to her busy day. ]
aesthetics first!
[her voice acquires a lilting tease to it]
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[ You're her favorite timesink, after all. ]
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[that's an assessing look, and maybe a fond one too. At least you're easy on the eyes, even in that hat she's not supposed to mention.]
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Wooper walks in a circle. This is his first time in a place like this. What happens now? ] Woop woop?
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Carol looks around and tries to sound confident.] Corsola....? [uhhhh...she's sure you're supposed to hang around and...talk a lot and stare deeply into each other's eyes?]
Corsola. [either that or look at that quartet of musicians on that little stage!]
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Wooper likes the idea of watching the musicians! So this is how real music is made. He hasn't gotten to witness any of the pretty music that happens at the theater, just heard it drifting down the halls. He plops his slimy butt down to listen politely, but his feet are knocking together in time with the piece. ] Woop woop...
[ Super Beauty only got the part about staring. So she decides to stare at Carol. She is not sure why. She was just told to stare. ]
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Carol turns from Wooper to Super Beauty only to meet that stare. Uh...] Cor...
[this is kinda intense. She's trying to decide if this is weird, but while she's doing that, she's gonna do her best not to blink!]
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For the record, Haruka's Lapras would be happy to make friends. She's already succeeded in becoming nigh-unseparable from Haruka's Floatzel, who clings to Rhythm's shell for dear life as a service to the other Pokémon. Haruka doesn't look averse to this pool idea, either, though. ] I might be able to fit that in.
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Only if you're not otherwise engaged. [not that she believes that, judging from your attendance record when it comes to these things.
Careful, though. She might accidentally incorporate Rhythm (and the plus one) into her training with her other Water types if she isn't stopped.Carol holds out for a few more precious seconds and...finally blinks.] Corsola...
[whew! Super Beauty, how are you doing that?]
but has michiru ever encountered a water type, whose body is half floatation device, that can't swim
Haruka is also thinking about the fact that she owns Water-types now. She should probably...start doing something about that when she visits the pool, huh.
Bonus training from Michiru would also not be discouraged.] I'll make do.does a water type with a built in umbrella count
Michiru just smiles.] I'm confident you will.
[hah. And here are the appetizers and the wine. Apparently, it's breathed enough for this fancy place.
And Michiru is holding up her glass to you. To the two of them, perhaps.]
only if she's ever walked around with water sloshing in it
So she stares at nothing, inadvertently striking the same pose her Trainer takes whenever contemplating the deepest of thoughts. Now this is a stare!
Haruka, unaware she's being homaged over at the children's table, holds her glass up to Michiru's too. ] Cheers.
[ She'll drink to that unspoken toast, for sure. ]
...if she was like. triple dog dared to do so
Sola... [whoaaa. So that's what a broody superhero looks like...]
Cheers. [and she's clinking her glass gently against yours before taking a sip.]
don't say that around ferrari he might actually do such a thing
Haruka sips too, keeping her eyes on Michiru's the whole time. All long days should end like this - just her and her partner.
Actually, she's lucky. All their days end that way. ]
that would probably turn into a long day of ever more ridiculous dares
You get a fond look, and she's reaching across the table and brushing her hand against yours.]
passion the vulpix is JUDGING YOU BOTH
Haruka's hand turns over at that touch. Here's her palm, if you want it. For caressing or clasping.
She seems to be tending towards the former right now. ]
bet the princess can't spend a day without a cushiony surface of some sort
There's a bit of both, but it doesn't take long for her to twine her fingers around yours.
Heh. She's glad you're here.]
that is none of their concern. is one of them volunteering?
Haruka's fingers fall right into place, returning the favor. So's she. She even leans in for a closer look, putting them both in grave danger of falling into their own little world again... ]
she volunteers Ferrari!!!
still overwhelmed from the last experience, she sees~
that is SO not true!!!
a suspicious overreaction.
it is so not!! and neither is this one!
at ease. she's in no mood for a pillow that reeks of fish.
whaaaat. take that back!! as she gets all up in the princess' face
/tilt head away from uncouth drippy creature, refuse to break eye contact
/continues inching closer and is totally not drippy
/leans further away....then......shoots a paw out to pounce!
!!!! /ahhh get off!
/adds another paw, trying not to sniff
/gives up trying to figure out if trainer would disapprove and tries to pin passion
/is pinned, thinks of escape plan, bedroom eyes
/gloats instead of noticing bedroom eyes
/begins to doubt wisdom of this plan, licks chin
/eyes go wide, freezes. d-decides to take this as a sign of submission and stops with the pinning
she hopes you're happy. now she has a nasty taste in her mouth.
whatever, she won!
she will permit you to hold this pathetic delusion if it distracts you enough for her to flounce
maybe she'll flounce off in a huff too!! (and forget about the dare)
sitting on opposite sides of the theater dorm but TOTALLY NOT UPSET NO
not even LOOKING over. too busy uh. babysitting.
ah yes, you've some sort of servile position, haven't you.
/gonna let baby lay eyes on those ultra fluffy tails and then releases the egg
/caught in mid-preen, glances over, freezes. tails fluff up further in alarm
congrats! you've found an eggbaby!
oh how.......charming. yes. you're charming, small creature. now go be charming. over there.
eggbaby listens! and promptly walks out the door into the unknown depths of the theater
oh no! the FISH-REEKING BARBARIAN has been remiss in her duties! she must sound the alarm
she DOES NOT reek of fish and this is totally your fault!!
are you sure you can waste time arguing when anything in the world could be happening to that baby?
if trainer kills her, this is all your fault /runs off
you have the quaintest notions about life. /yawns, lies down
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