Event Log - A Very Harvest Moon Valentines Day

[lucetimods]

Who: You, and you, and especially you!
What: Love is more than just a game for two...
When: February 24th - February 28th
Where: All over Luceti
Summary: Residents of Luceti may find themselves bitten by the love bug again. Or the friendship bug. Either way, hope your game is strong.
Rating: up to PG-13, or take it off-comm please

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some day nps in da plaza

[misterbrief]

[He was just entering the plaza, hands shoved into his coat pockets, thinking about getting something hot to drink because it was still pretty cold. Nothing he can't handle, but he's gotten used to his Earth life and coffee happened to be a part of it. As he's headed over, he happens by Cliff unexpectedly.

And for the first time, that...makes him a little nervous. He wasn't mentally prepared to see Cliff. It throws him off, and he stutters upon greeting him.]

Ah-! Cliff, what are you doing here? [Way to blow it, Vegeta.]

some day nps in da plaza

[aerialassault]

[Cliff, clad in his leather bomber and heavy gloves that were a gift from Fayt over the winter holidays, had been crossing the plaza with a similar intent that evening. After spending years in the climate-controlled bowels of various star ships, the natural weather patterns of this world were uncomfortable and unsettling at times. There was little that was stranger to him than the utter silence that fell over the world during a snow fall, and even the ebbing flow of the winter season made him uncomfortable.

Perhaps Vegeta, a fellow space man, was similarly uncomfortable. That had to be the reason for his obvious surprise.]

Trying to keep warm, [he replied, candidly.] What about you?

[misterbrief]

I... [Oh geez, he doesn't have a good answer for him, what was he doing here anyway? Don't screw this up, man...]

I was just getting some fresh air, that's all. It gets stuffy in the Battle Dome all day, you know.

[aerialassault]

[He sighed, both in sympathy and relief that his friend was alright.]

Yeah-- do I. That's why I don't spend all day in there like you do.

[misterbrief]

I get a lot of work done in there, you know! [He stands there and growls, maybe a little too defensive. He doesn't want to look bad in front of Cliff like that, even though he knows Cliff wasn't taking it that way.

Crushes suck.]

[aerialassault]

I know-- I wasn't making fun.

[He added quickly, when he noticed Vegeta's defense.]

Actually, what you do is pretty impressive-- it's just not my thing. That's all.

[misterbrief]

[He growls as his face turns a light pink at the compliment.]

Yes, well...thanks. I guess. [Embarrassing.]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff drew closer in concern when he saw Vegeta's face color at the compliment.]

You feeling okay, man? Is the weather getting to you, too?

[misterbrief]

[He leans back a little, a slight panic setting in.]

No! I mean, yes, I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?

[aerialassault]

[He studied him intently in the moment of silence that followed the defensive reply.]

...

No reason. Maybe the cold's gotten to me.

[misterbrief]

It probably has, I'm just about done with this cold myself. [Whew, crisis averted.]

I'm headed to the coffee shop to remedy this very problem. Keep up if you're coming. [And he turns on his heel, heading there without Cliff, but secretly hoping he does follow.]

[aerialassault]

How funny, [Cliff said, chuckling as he followed along.] I was planning on headed there myself!

[Whether it was simply coincidence or not, Cliff didn't care to think too heavily on it. He was getting coffee with a friend-- good enough in his book.]

[misterbrief]

[He glances to the side to catch Cliff on his toes, smirking.]

Well, good. I guess you could say that great minds think alike. [Though his tone is sly and not entirely complimenting, as the words might suggest. It could be interpreted either way, but who knows what Vegeta actually means.]

[aerialassault]

[He huffed in amusement and shoved his hands in his pockets to keep warm, clearly unaffected by any alternate meanings in Vegeta's words.]

I'm glad you think so! Guess that means we're both pretty great, huh?

[misterbrief]

[All he can do is lineface at Cliff for a second, until he shakes his head.]

Nevermind. Let's just go before I get a headache. [So he leads Cliff to the coffee shop, entering and going up to the register...or lack thereof...to order his drink. Which is a plain latté, no flavoring at all.]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff, on the other hand, orders a hot black coffee with a chuckle.]

Heheh. Never pegged you for a latte kinda guy.

[Shameless, this one. He had no qualms about a little teasing.]

[misterbrief]

[His mouth turns up, a little in embarrassment and a little in obligatory Vegeta-offendedness.]

It tastes much better than what you've got. And back home we've got an espresso machine, I'll have you know. [He's a stuck up prince, what'd you expect.]

[aerialassault]

Hey, I happen to like this!

[It was simple, but habit and pressure makes a man like simple things-- that didn't mean that he didn't appreciate the nicer things in life.

Cliff scratched his chin with a gloved hand in idle thought.]

But an espresso machine, huh? Not everyday can you find a replicator that makes a good cup of joe like that.

[misterbrief]

Replicator? Our machine doesn't do that at all. We have beans for it, it doesn't replicate anything.

[Living on a planet who's resources aren't exhausted is nice. He is also most likely completely misunderstanding what Cliff is trying to say.]

[aerialassault]

Nah-- I mean--

[He broke off, flustered, and took a sip of his coffee to regroup. Replicators were a fact of life in his space-bound era. Coffee beans themselves were a commodity in a few ways, because of the very specific conditions that they needed to grow. But, facts were facts...]

What I meant was that having one of those things sounds really cool, 'cause you don't need to worry 'bout the vending machine crap ever again!

[misterbrief]

It is really cool. [Vegeta is repeating the phrase in spite, of course.] I even get to eat real food, made from real animals.

[He grins wickedly, taking another sip of his latté.]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff snorted into his drink.]

So do I-- when I'm not stuck out in free space for days on end. It teaches you to appreciate what you've got.

...

How often do ya get a good steak, anyway?