Log:Domino's Detention: Day 2, Squeezing Peaches
Domino's Detention: Day 2, Squeezing Peaches
OOC Date: April 23, 2020
Location: Chandrila system
Participants: Domino Graystorm, Merek, Elrych Cometburn, Ambrosia Greystorm
[Merek]
Merek steps up to the security center desk, then speaks with the one attending. He places all of the things that he keeps with him into the boxes. The man himself wears a uniform which is a bit non-descript in black, a bit comfortable and meant for work on vehicles. There's an insigna that states the man's rank as Sergeant. He then peeks up into the cell, and looks to the guards attending, "I want you to run this program to make sure the systems all check," he motions with a finger in a circle and nods to the camera.
The man brings an approved material cannister which has a drink in it, unusable for anything besides the purpose for which its made, which is to bring prisoners a drink. It is kind of fruity, probably flavored. While he looks like himself, the bionic hand which he wears is still notable, one of the few things that he sometimes doesn't put the synthskin on. It's aesthetic. His hair looks a bit messy. "You're... Domino?" You've received a +nom from Merek. +nom/pending to review.
[Domino]
Domino looks up at Merek with large gold-flected hazel eyes and makes absolutely zero effort to hide the way she sizes up the man or the very clear judgement as she does "You can call me Peaches. There's a toll for talking to me. Bring me whiskey and we can talk." She lifts her flask and wiggles, "Running on empty." She drawlls, "No need to get paranoid, we all know I'd have to physically tap into the optic network to fuss with anything. Which if I can't do from here."
[Merek]
"I can have a whiskey brought in for you to refill," Merek mentions, then he nods to a guard, while he shifts attention back to Domino, "Ah, of course Peaches." The man finds a place to settle in, his own voice a little smoky while he thinks about it, "Well, just in case, I've already run a countermeasure on all the systems. That'll make sure that there will be evidence if you mess with any system." He smiles, "So, I'm curious... I don't expect full honesty from you, though why work for the First Order or the Knights of Ren?"
[Domino]
Domino lifts a single well manicured finger signalling her willingness to wait for the delivery of said whiskey before she continues to converse.
[Merek]
In the same container as before, a whiskey is brought to Merek. Which he offers to Domino, and it looks like it can refill her flask if she wishes to. The man looks a bit thoughtful, scratching his cheek in thought, his stubble a bit thick as well. He inhales, "Well, I'm sure you've met our resident Greystorm. Don't worry, I'm not like that, I'm just here to make a bit of conversation before it's gardening night."
[Domino]
Domino rises and shuffles over and reaches for the bottle, which she won't return-she definitely does NOT turn over her flask to Merek to be filled. She drawls, "I met her long before this. She tell you I'm her neice in law. Well. Ex, Neice-in-Law." She eyes him "I can't believe they let YOU talk to prisoners without adult supervision." She flicks towards the camera, "Eh, in person supervision."
[Merek]
"What can I say?" Merek offers, amusedly with a lift of his shoulders a bit. "Either way, I'd like to know what you think about this whole situation," he admits, then leans back a bit. The man takes the non-alcohol drink he brought for Domino and begins to drink that, while he nods.
[Domino]
Domino shrugs and shuffles back to her bunk "Because the Nar Chapter of the Hutt cartel run out of money to pay me and The Res and various affiliated crews are sanctimonious assholes. An not particularly bright. Why not ask Grannystorm why I do what I do since I'm just a filthy, filthy liar." She waggles eyebrows and nurses more whiskey "Thanks forthe drink, though."
[Merek]
"And you don't think that the First Order were thinking their own idea was better?" A chuckle, Merek nods a bit to Domino, "Ah, you're welcome." He then leans back while he seems to consider it, "I don't pretend to do it for some moral high ground. Yes, I would like the galaxy to see a bit of peace. It probably won't, but it's better to have us than what the Order was. I have my own reasons for why I joined up." He takes a sip of the drink, "Does pay motivate you? Was this all because it was boring?"
[Domino]
Domino peers at Merek, "Man, you are ALL idiots. Neither of you are going to bring the galaxy to cohesion. Whoever's in power will be tyrants doesn't matter if it's Res or the Order. The irony is at the heart of it BOTH sides want the same thing it's just the details that differ. Everyone here is just a lil pawn in an ideological war between Jedi and not-Jedi and you're here because you bought stock into a fairy tale."
She purses her lips "IT can, though to be honest I tend to just take whatever I want so it's more a symptom of having self respect than having a need for credits. IF you're trying to figure out what makes me tick let me make it easy for you: I'm bad because I don't care about anyone but myself, I don't feel bad if my actions have consequences for others, and I'm here because I got bored and stuck my nose where it didn't belong. And because your higher ups have VERY active imaginations." She waves a hand dismissively, "Whatever you're looking for, you won't find it here."
[Merek]
"You assume quite a bit about me," Merek mentions then to Domino, and nods a bit. "There will always be someone that will take position for gain of their own. You don't think about the details though. I know the whole talk, I used to think that way. There are folk on both sides with nice ideals, there are folk on both, which want gain. Etcetra, I don't think that what makes you what you are is as important as the fact why you clearly came to this place and probably with the knowledge you'd be found." A look then to the woman, "I mean, I've seen some people willing to go through quite a bit to tell people what they think of them, you take the whole cake on that."
[Domino]
Domino oooh's, "Cake." she snaps her fingers, "I know what I'm doing when I leave here. Cake." she salutes Merek with her bottle and takes another long sip.
[Merek]
Merek sighs a bit, while he thinks about it. "Would you like me to bring you cake? You don't need to wait until your free."
[Domino]
Domino blink-blink-blinks and chortles "WOW. Are you SURE you're supposed to be in here alone?" She looks around as if trying to find a chaperone or supervisor somewhere "The whiskey was just to prove I have the leverage here, sunshine." She winks at him "I don't need cake NOW. IT'll go strait to my ass while I'm all locked up." she rolls her eyes and then siiiighs "Just to spare me another sanctimonious lecture trying to save me: I run with the knights because I'm love with MAlik Ren. Or what he was before he was malik ren. Malik ren is sort of an asshole and killjoy." She points a finger "But he was mine before he was the force's meat puppet and I'm not giving up my stake without a say." She leans back against the wall "Happy?"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
A familiar voice grumbles over the intercom "No cake."
[Merek]
"No one is actually getting cake," Merek mentions, when it looks like everyone thought about it. He then lifts up a brow to Domino, "I don't care about where that cake would go," he adds, while he lifts up his shoulders a bit. "I suppose, thank you for all that information. I'd just be happy if he writes sometime, you know."
[Domino]
Domino lifts her chin and cackles gleefully "THERE she is." She cocks an eyebrow at Merek "I KNEW they didn't let you in here unsupervised." She jabs a finger at Merek "Maybe the question you ought to be asking isn't why I do what I do but why you're here when /clearly/ no one respects you."
[Merek]
Merek looks to the insignia on the uniform, which he lifts up to Domino. "It's required prisoners be monitored, it's not because I need to be supervised, it's because you need to, and also probably for legal reasons, to avoid people you know, wanting to vent on prisoners." The man leans back, "I earned rank, I worked for it." He doesn't admit anything about whether folk respect him, he seems content to let his rank speak for it.
[Domino]
Domino oooh's, eyebrows still up high,"Riiiight. And Grannystorm has NOTHING BETTER to be doing that monitoring our chat real time when I'm sure it's all recorded, right?" her head cants, "C'mon. She knows you're a rube and she's making sure I don't shake intel out of you. Which, I'm guessing would be hard cause I BET they don't keep you in the loop, do they?" She wags a finger "Seeee? they don't respect you, sunshine."
[Merek]
"Peaches, you might be used to upsetting people, you know working your way into what might upset them. I understand, I know the tactic... You see, the thing is, I don't... Really care, I have my own motivation," Merek offers, while he sighs, "You want to know why she's really listening?" He leans forward a bit, "It's because she personally doesn't like you, I'm sure you are aware."
[Domino]
Domino smiles warmly, "I know. IT makes me feel warm and fuzzy in my special places. Eventually you all are gonna realize I'm a vaguely useful cocksheath who doesn't now anything and that you paid 30 grand just to waste your time and sanity. That's gonna be fun." She eyebrow waggles again and sets to refilling her flask.
[Merek]
"You might want to get that checked," Merek offers, while he lifts up his shoulders. "Listen, I think we know you don't know a lot. What it comes to though, is you came to find a little freedom from the boring, and you knew what you were doing. You're in it for yourself... You're in it for love, maybe you're in it for something else. What it comes to, is you came in on the territory the New Republic claimed. You'll probably get a few more questions, probably more than anything we'd just like names, maybe you're not trusted for even that? Maybe you share it, maybe you don't. Maybe it's all the same. Maybe you make it a bit more exciting. I'm not here to change you, I know you won't, I'm not trying to... Say that to gain trust. I just know the kind of person you are, and... Well."
[Domino]
Domino siiighs and gives him a long suffering stare, "And yet you're still here converting perfectly good oxygen into mindless..." She mimics gab with her hand, too lazy to even bother being verbose in her insult.
[Merek]
"I know, I'm doing that for myself," Merek offers then to Domino.
[Domino]
Domino gives Merek a thumbs up and drops her gaze to bein critically inspecting her nails for chips or cracks.
[Merek]
Merek stands up, while he walks to the door of the cell, then waits to be cycled back in while he nods to the guards. The man checks the watch which he places back on, then nods, "Break time," he takes a stick from the pack he keeps to smoke from, finding a way to file his report.
[Elrych Cometburn]
Elrych had been monitoring the 'prisoner' for a bit, near the General, over the holo-vid cam that was producing a picture of cell 3A. "Well... I'm not sure what your reasoning was with /that/ choice..." The Jedi says to the General before turning and heding down the hallway. Cue, 'I Can't Go For That' by Hall and Oats as the Corellian Ace starts his jaunt down towards the specified cell. He's wearing his black thick rimmed shades with the equally untransparent lenses. There is a large cup in his hand with a transparent dome top. A blue and pink swirled frozen fizzy glug inside. A twisty straw pokes up from an opening in the top for ease of access. The Leuitenant doesn't even ask to enter, or knock on the door, or give her preamble... he's just there watching her. That straw moves up and into his mouth, slurping from it. SLURRRP SLURRRP... Another long pause before the Jedi with the well manicured hair finally speaks... "Sup?"
[Domino]
Domino siiiighs and looks up, "How long y'all gonna keep me? Impeding on Grannystorm's dignity was fun at first but it's like everyone who comes in here to see me is progressively more boring. I remind you all that letting me get bored is what LEAD to this mess to begin with." She dismisses Elrych from her gaze then and squints a bit lifting her hand up to more closetly inspect her nails, the bottle of whiskey cradled in the crook of one arm and the flask having vanished...somewhere.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Maybe I'm just a sadistic arsehole," Greystorm Sr answers Elrych with a small shrug from the monitor's station.
[Domino]
Domino snaps her fingers "I knew there was a reason I liked her."
[Elrych Cometburn]
"Well... I was wondering when you were going to escape. You're talking all this game, I mean... I'll wait." Elrych says with a smile, taking a chair and pulling it up. He sits down. There's a moment as he raises his hand, and that whiskey she's holding onto comes flying out and into the hands of the Jedi. "I mean, It's not hard to escape, spooky cloak who was just in here could probably do it. I'm just wondering what your game is." He finishes off all the booze in the glass before tucking that into his robes. Stashed away from another day. "See, I was going to come in here and say I'm sorry... I did not think all this would happen just because I told her Ice Queeness that you were slumming it on Chandrila. What because you were board was it? Come on now... but really. I just wanted her to let the senators know what kind of person you were. No judements, of course. Either way... she must really hate you. No wonder you roll around with the Daddy Didn't Love Me Enough brigade... lots of Drama in those backgrounds. Yikes."
[Domino]
Domino snorts "And give you assholes the excuse to shoot me? Nu-uh. I didn't fight the bounty hunters and I SURE the stars am not gonna fight a whole damned base , then whoever's guarding the ship OUTSIDE." She blinkity blinks and awwwss, "You think I Was too classy for Chandrila? That's sweet. Wrong! But Sweet!" she beams then "I reckon she does, and it makes me feel all warm an fuzzy inside. I saw that girl you were loitering with. Don't bash daddy issues when I can tell VERY CLEARLY you got a distinct thing for girls with daddy issues. IT's ok to be typical. Most men are. The whole...space magic thing doesn't seem to come with a package that makes the person wielding it otherwise exceptional. I won't judge you."
[Elrych Cometburn]
"Oh Vhe? Her parents were murdered by stormtroopers right in front of her on Tatooine. I wouldn't put her in here with you, she might turn you inside out and well... that's just not fair to the janitor now is it?" Elrych responds in a calm manner, smile on his face. His head turns to the side as he seems to be looking her over. Then her just flat out starts to laugh. "Oh man, you really are a 'fake ass' huh?" There's a snort as he raises the hand and the flask is summoned to him as well, which is promptly put back inside his robes. "Any ways... I know about Oran, I know about Erisi, force damn I know about Syrus... I want to know who everyone else is. Who's mustache guy? What's his story. Or the Loud Faleen. And don't worry, I know I'm not special. Just like you know you're not special too. Because really, if despite all the 'fighting' you'd supposidly have to do you still claim you're good enough to escape. So, I say give it a go otherwise the only reason you're here is because you /love/ the attention."
[Domino]
Domino blinks and yelps darting up and grabbing her rump "Aww, C'mon! Nooo, Not my flask! UGHN! Noooooo!" She whines "Don't make me deal with boring people SOBER! This CRUEL and unusual TREATMENT!" In spite of her squawking and ass-gripping twin mocha-colored flaps escape her coveralls and drift over to Erylch along with their payload which proves to be cosmetics, at least one item of which is actually a disguised (blank) datachip, and a tiny bit of caustic compound likely for some electronic purpose. She sulks, "Great. Fine. Joke's on you! I won't have to look at my fugly self when this." She points to her still well made face "Starts to go wrong!"
[Elrych Cometburn]
Elrych sorts through the items, placing them inside his cloak for the time being. There is a slurp from the young Jedi as he sucks on his tasty frozen fizzy glug drink... the jumbo size. Man, what a great treat. "Good..." He says before laughing. Another moment before he sobers up a bit to ask, "Not that it matters if I know their names or not. It'll just be Loud Faleen and Mustache man... but like... still. Mustache guy was pretty cool." Another slurp, slurp slurp. "I think how you look is the least of your worries right now, sweetheart."
[Domino]
Domino siiighs and crosses her arms sullenly, "Right. You can hut me, you can kill me, you're going to do neither and even if you DID you'd not have anything to show for it soooooooooooo...." She spreads her hands "The only thing I REALLY have to worry about is being bored to death. OR eyerolling so hard my eyes permanently cross."
[Elrych Cometburn]
Elrych sits there for a moment and watches Domino. He listens, crossing his arms over his chest and just slurping away at his frozen drink. He reaches out, probing, but the strain from his previous power was still affecting him. There's a deep breath taken before the Jedi asks. "Nah... I ant going to kill you. I don't even think the old lady will either. Listen, between you and me. I really don't think you're worth the time either... I mean you couldn't even shoot Lord Bang properly. You already say Malik Ren doesn't want to give you the old one and done so... like, I kinda feel bad at this juncture..." There was a trap hidden in that mess of dialog. Some bait, but it was only just a little piece and one might not take it.
[Domino]
Domino's eyebrows slowly drift together by degrees until they areknit as she tries to follow whatever the Jedi's saying, "Do we need to get someone in here? Are you having a stroke? Nothing you just said makes ANY sense. This would be a lot easier if I KNEW what you all wanted. I got BORED. I went to Chandrila. NO ONE CARES about this feeble little whatever that this senator business is up to."
Domino pauses and ers, "Well. Until they started putting bounties out. THAT might draw some attention but it's me so-probably not? I dunno."
[Elrych Cometburn]
"Nah, you were there to sew discord amongst the senators and provice Malik Ren with intelligence." Elrych states like it was a fact. There is more slurping, "You can't keep going around acting like this sweetheart, we can see right through you." The young Jedi clears his throat and reaches out to the force once more. "You will tell me your true specific involvment with the Knight of Ren..." It's broad, but it's there.
[Domino]
Domino's irritation fades and she just looks a bit distant "I love Oran. Malik Ren makes me angry but he's mine. I keep TELLING you." A soft gentle huff "I am there to keep him alive. Not the force. Not the Jedi. Not freak accident. No more sitting, waiting, for news of this death-those days are OVER. So I go where he goes-when he lets me. Mostly useless. Like a third nipple. Sort of hate it. Sometimes slice, but mostly useless."
[Elrych Cometburn]
Elrych stares at Domino for a long moment, his eyes unseen beneath those glasses. "Wow... just wow. I feel bad for you." He clears his throat and stands, taking her flask (and butt flaps) with him as he exits the cell. "I'm going to tell the General to let you go. I'd stay away from Republic worlds from now on, even if you get board. Like you said, I don't think there's anything really you can contribute to what we already know. Not like the Knights of Ren run around hiding themselves anyways. could just... go say high to someone a bit more up on the pecking order. Then again, neither do I hide anymore. Man, how things have changed..." He turns back to her, "When you see him, Tell Malik hello and I hope his son is doing well." There's a coy smile from the Jedi before he exits heading down the hallways towards Amber once more. He drops the now empty container of frozen fizzy glug into a receptical and then the butt flap and contents out on a table for amber to inspect. "I'd undress her and let her sit in the cold for a few days... then let her go. No shower, no food." He gives a shrug, "But let her go... she's worthless." With that, the Jedi leaves. Off to who knows where.
[Merek]
Merek, next to where Amber is at, taking notes, thinks about it while he seems through most of the talking to be thoughtful, eventually nods a bit to the General. "... I have questions for Comet when he's back. Why do... Jedi always make a situation that much more frustrating." He stands up, "I will speak with the guards, assist with the shift as well." He begins chewing upon the stick, then makes his way to assist in whatever the guards are tasked with for Domino.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
General Greystorm's inspection of said "butt flaps" are decisively hands - free and consist of nothing more than a long, disdainful look from the safe distance of her chair. Like she's taken a bite from a lemon, that expression. Greystorm has grunts for this, she really does, so after a few more pained moments of contemplating the secret stash, she summons someone via comlink to come deal with this.
The same, lemony look angles upon Cometburn then, coupled with a visual rise in temperature behind the ears. A flush. The murdery kind. Her eyes roll back to the screen in front of her. Like she's still a bit caught off-guard by the inside-Intel drop and too stunned to let shavit fly. "Well. There goes that Ace in the deck." The boy. One hand comes to rest heavily over her face for a moment, rubbing away sleep, with the mutter "oughta leave /you/ in the cold without food a few days" as the Jedi wanders off to do Jedi things. "karkin up our hand..."
Merek gets a 'wait' sort of lift of her hand. "What's frusterating is watching one of your personnel get gnawed up and spat out by a prisoner's snark." An /eye/ goes sideways to Sgt Black. "Least we've got confirmation on just how useless she's like to be for /our/ exploitation." Also, the son....
Greystorm's neck has turned another two degrees of red into the purple spectrum. "Let security do their job. You go do yours." She motions a flick toward the blastdoors at the end of the row. Her other hand comes to join the first and she leeeeeeans back her chair, creaking her spine and the seat's ergonomics to the limits while one long, muffled grumble is contained into palms. "And I'll...do....mine."
Bloody hell.
