HOUSING Kuja was, at least, mildly miffed. He’d been told about this invitation with scarcely enough time to prepare even slightly for the festivities and most annoyingly of all, he was supposed to have dinner with an Empress. His usual fare may have been the height of Trenoan haute couture, but he could hardly expect it to fit in with the trends of Imperial fashion, which of course he knew nothing about. There was time, still. A full week before the event. He’d have to get planning. But of course, first things first. He’s rather pleased, overall, with the accommodations. Fully-furnished, and so neat! With… clothes still in the drawers. “I am beginning to suspect these houses have not been abandoned for long, he mutters aloud, rifling shamelessly through the items on display in ‘his’ bedroom. Utilitarian clothing, jewelry that is being quietly pocketed, photos… This belongs to somebody. “Eugh.” He stares at the bed, peers out into the living area… and, resolving immediately to rectify the hell out of this problem, snaps his fingers and conjures an orb of white magic, somewhat angrily getting to the task of disinfecting his area and, likely, the common room. “They couldn’t even be bothered to clean. I’d rather have stayed on the damned ship!” It’s this state any prospective roommates would find him in.
THE OPERA There’s something… chilling about the story of the Goddess. Oh, he’d watched the play, fair enough, a free night at the opera was nothing to turn one’s nose up at. But… too much of her story resonates. He leaves the opera house, looking badly shaken. “You, uh… you okay, boss?” “... I’m fine. The show was… very moving.”
EXPOSITION OF THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHT Museums, of course, are always fascinating. Kuja finds himself drawn to the Eidolon wall, looking on in extreme interest. “Ifrit… Shiva… Odin… Phoenix and Atomos, even. And that’s-” How could he have missed that? “Oh. Bahamut.” If Bahamut exists on this world as well, things may get complicated. Very complicated. Is it the same Bahamut? Hopefully not.
SHOPPING Kuja prided himself on his ability to make a deal. So of course when he’d found a young lady in a fine dress, he’d turned on the charm. Forgive me, mademoiselle, but I’ve been searching for a gift for my fiancé back in and I simply must know where you acquired such a ravishing… A half an hour later, he was browsing a dress shop and chatting merrily with the aging proprietress. Such magnificent work on this gown, but this fabric is like none I’ve ever seen! My wife is a seamstress, you see- we came out of the Dream Width together, I’m so thankful- and I think some Imperial silk would just make her day… Within an hour, he was making an appointment with a silk merchant. Good evening, mister Bloom. I was wondering if you would be interested in expanding your market beyond the borders of… And now, a polite smile fixed to his face, he waits patiently for the mark to finish looking over the paperwork. A meeting in a café over lunch, Mojito keeping ‘Mister Bloom Junior, Bloom Textiles’ supplied with mildly alcoholic coffee. “I do hope the terms are to your liking, Mister Bloom. Mister O’aka is very interested in expanding his market to include Imperial textiles; they’re in demand like you wouldn’t believe.” “Demand like you wouldn’t believe, eh? I s’pose this does constitute a golden opportunity…” Kuja smiles. “By all means, take your time. I shall be here until the twenty-sixth of August. If you’d like, I can give you my Mognet address and we can arrange a second meeting once you’ve thought it over? I’m afraid I must stress that this is a limited-time offer, however. Mr. O’aka is very busy…” “Mm. I think I do need to mull it over with my father. We’re partners you see, and-” “Not to worry, Mister Bloom. Day after tomorrow, same place, same time?” Half an hour later, he was trying on a new coat for the dinner with the smuggest of grins on his face while Mojito watched impassively. “Think he’s gonna go for it, boss?” A derisive snort, as Kuja examines the split down the back, ideal for tail-related comfort. “Oh, I think he will. He’s not a noble, he’s a self-made man, and they have a nose for gold. His signature will be on the papers, and that reward will be mine.”
SUNNY STARLIGHT The ‘Sunny Starlight’ festivities were… not unpleasant. He enjoyed the décor, but there were far too many children around for his tastes. Honestly, it reminded him of Midwinter on Gaia, but why on earth were they celebrating it in the summer…? Perhaps he should go inside and sample some of the- “This world doesn’t deserve to exist without me!” He freezes, mid-step, whirls around to search for the source of the noise and nearly knocking poor Mojito out of the air. “Whoah! Boss, what-” “Be silent!” He had to be hearing things, that was his voice, surely- “It’s showtime!” There it is again. Not hearing things, that’s his godsdamned voice and his godsdamned words, sounding like it’s coming through a gramophone. Now where- “Hahahahaha! What comedy!” There. Perhaps the crowd senses that something’s about to happen, because he’s given a wide berth as he storms across the street to the source of the noise, a little doll with too big a head and very familiar silver-white hair and tail, and the owner of the offending object is suddenly in danger of being skewered on the end of a manicured fingernail. “What. Is. This.”
WILD CARD Want to watch the fireworks? Have dinner? Discuss whether fedoras are or are not fashionable? Hit me up.
Partaking in the Festivities
Kuja was, at least, mildly miffed. He’d been told about this invitation with scarcely enough time to prepare even slightly for the festivities and most annoyingly of all, he was supposed to have dinner with an Empress. His usual fare may have been the height of Trenoan haute couture, but he could hardly expect it to fit in with the trends of Imperial fashion, which of course he knew nothing about.
There was time, still. A full week before the event. He’d have to get planning. But of course, first things first. He’s rather pleased, overall, with the accommodations. Fully-furnished, and so neat! With… clothes still in the drawers.
“I am beginning to suspect these houses have not been abandoned for long, he mutters aloud, rifling shamelessly through the items on display in ‘his’ bedroom. Utilitarian clothing, jewelry that is being quietly pocketed, photos… This belongs to somebody. “Eugh.”
He stares at the bed, peers out into the living area… and, resolving immediately to rectify the hell out of this problem, snaps his fingers and conjures an orb of white magic, somewhat angrily getting to the task of disinfecting his area and, likely, the common room. “They couldn’t even be bothered to clean. I’d rather have stayed on the damned ship!”
It’s this state any prospective roommates would find him in.
THE OPERA
There’s something… chilling about the story of the Goddess. Oh, he’d watched the play, fair enough, a free night at the opera was nothing to turn one’s nose up at. But… too much of her story resonates. He leaves the opera house, looking badly shaken.
“You, uh… you okay, boss?”
“... I’m fine. The show was… very moving.”
EXPOSITION OF THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHT
Museums, of course, are always fascinating. Kuja finds himself drawn to the Eidolon wall, looking on in extreme interest. “Ifrit… Shiva… Odin… Phoenix and Atomos, even. And that’s-” How could he have missed that? “Oh. Bahamut.” If Bahamut exists on this world as well, things may get complicated. Very complicated. Is it the same Bahamut? Hopefully not.
SHOPPING
Kuja prided himself on his ability to make a deal. So of course when he’d found a young lady in a fine dress, he’d turned on the charm. Forgive me, mademoiselle, but I’ve been searching for a gift for my fiancé back in and I simply must know where you acquired such a ravishing…
A half an hour later, he was browsing a dress shop and chatting merrily with the aging proprietress. Such magnificent work on this gown, but this fabric is like none I’ve ever seen! My wife is a seamstress, you see- we came out of the Dream Width together, I’m so thankful- and I think some Imperial silk would just make her day…
Within an hour, he was making an appointment with a silk merchant. Good evening, mister Bloom. I was wondering if you would be interested in expanding your market beyond the borders of…
And now, a polite smile fixed to his face, he waits patiently for the mark to finish looking over the paperwork. A meeting in a café over lunch, Mojito keeping ‘Mister Bloom Junior, Bloom Textiles’ supplied with mildly alcoholic coffee. “I do hope the terms are to your liking, Mister Bloom. Mister O’aka is very interested in expanding his market to include Imperial textiles; they’re in demand like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Demand like you wouldn’t believe, eh? I s’pose this does constitute a golden opportunity…”
Kuja smiles. “By all means, take your time. I shall be here until the twenty-sixth of August. If you’d like, I can give you my Mognet address and we can arrange a second meeting once you’ve thought it over? I’m afraid I must stress that this is a limited-time offer, however. Mr. O’aka is very busy…”
“Mm. I think I do need to mull it over with my father. We’re partners you see, and-”
“Not to worry, Mister Bloom. Day after tomorrow, same place, same time?”
Half an hour later, he was trying on a new coat for the dinner with the smuggest of grins on his face while Mojito watched impassively. “Think he’s gonna go for it, boss?”
A derisive snort, as Kuja examines the split down the back, ideal for tail-related comfort. “Oh, I think he will. He’s not a noble, he’s a self-made man, and they have a nose for gold. His signature will be on the papers, and that reward will be mine.”
SUNNY STARLIGHT
The ‘Sunny Starlight’ festivities were… not unpleasant. He enjoyed the décor, but there were far too many children around for his tastes. Honestly, it reminded him of Midwinter on Gaia, but why on earth were they celebrating it in the summer…? Perhaps he should go inside and sample some of the-
“This world doesn’t deserve to exist without me!”
He freezes, mid-step, whirls around to search for the source of the noise and nearly knocking poor Mojito out of the air.
“Whoah! Boss, what-”
“Be silent!” He had to be hearing things, that was his voice, surely-
“It’s showtime!”
There it is again. Not hearing things, that’s his godsdamned voice and his godsdamned words, sounding like it’s coming through a gramophone. Now where-
“Hahahahaha! What comedy!”
There. Perhaps the crowd senses that something’s about to happen, because he’s given a wide berth as he storms across the street to the source of the noise, a little doll with too big a head and very familiar silver-white hair and tail, and the owner of the offending object is suddenly in danger of being skewered on the end of a manicured fingernail.
“What. Is. This.”
WILD CARD
Want to watch the fireworks? Have dinner? Discuss whether fedoras are or are not fashionable? Hit me up.