be my romeo, please be my voice in this world

[boomvox]

Who: Jae and various people.
What: Various activities.
Where: Various places.
When: ... Various times.
Notes: Thread starters for a couple of characters! Otherwise feel free to fling anybody at Jae, I am easy. If you want to work out something specific vs meandering, ping me and I shall work something out for you. :>
Warnings: Various threads have simulated drug use + references to real drug use, and TMI discussions.

Jae is not, in any kind of traditional sense, a celebrity in Baedal - he'd even hesitate to call himself particularly well-known, though since the crisis and his work on the radio, the general public would have to disagree. Percentage-wise he's more famous here than he was back home (D-list radio host and DJ, a cult following and niche celebrity at best), and while it's working out fine in terms of career opportunities, he can't shake the melancholy of being primarily known for something quite so dire. When people recognize him, more often than not it's polite appreciation masking the horror of memory that he triggers.

A girl at the coffee shop he frequents offers him a wasabi and chocolate candy cane. It's horrible, but he eats it anyway, the curled end of the bright green candy sticking out of his mouth as he descends off the train, laptop bag slung over his shoulder, leaf of fliers in his arms, heading off to a printer shop. And then - the world! it's a day for running errands.

Comments

● Data

[boomvox]

It's an ungodly hour - for some, anyway - and Jae and one of his closest co-workers are out spending their night off in a completely safe and productive way: hanging out in an abandoned industrial area and electrocuting shit. Reha, 6'2" in her corporeal form and even higher in the heels she wears to work (replaced with thick rubber rain boots, at present), hops on and off a non-functioning electrical panel, watching it light up, go dark, light up, go dark... occasionally the pair stop in their work and huddle over a tiny handphone sized meter, discussing the results while Jae clumsily pokes at it, hands hindered by rubber gloves.

Every so often, the entire area lights up with explosive, beautiful, and somewhat terrifying lightning, emanating from the ground - or perhaps someone standing on it?

● Sunny

[boomvox]

He shouldn't, he thinks. He could be wrong and then it'd be eternally awkward and he'd look like an asshole - or, worse, he could be right and have it denied anyway, none of his business, not close enough to ask; he thinks he might die from embarrassment of that kind. But it sticks in his head and won't leave him alone, and the more he forces himself to stop thinking about it the more his hand starts to ghost towards his CiD.

In the produce isle of the grocery store near his apartment, Jae finally sends a text message.

Seung Seojin is pretty.

... A second later.

Nice, I mean. Handsomely masculine.

Jae mashes his face into his hand, alarming a nearby customer in the process of selecting carrots.

● champagne and shenanigans

[rhinemaid]

During the siege, they'd promised to 'do something' when it was over, and though it takes a while to come to anything - sooner or later Ilde is lying with Jae on the floor of his apartment, hands folded on her stomach, watching the multicolored starscape that it struck them as a good idea to start building out of illusions, each separate contribution layered together, and--

“Do you think it should have some sort of piercing?”

--and a constellation artfully put together in the shape of a cock.

[controlledvariable]

It takes her a little while to psych herself up to actually sending a message. Right now she's sitting on the steps outside the front of the library, CiD in hand. She just got off work, but she doesn't want to go home to Kate's empty apartment. She could go see Tim, or Babs, but she thinks they'd pity her and she doesn't want that either. So, instead, she decides to make potentially unhealthy life decisions and writes a text to send off to Jae. He got picked because she figures he'll actually know the answer to the question she has, but it's also partly because she doesn't think he'll fuss over her too much.

i need your wisdom.

i'm looking for a club to go for a 'forget this bullshit city' night, but it's not really my forte. any advice?