(open) if we just breathed in

[praises]

Who: Allelujah & you!
When: March 18 - 19
Where: Aboard the Airy.
What: Catch-all ship hijinks for the sky obsessed.
Rating: PG, will update in case of Hallelujah, probably.

INNER LAYER, EXPLORING (OPEN)

[ Being aboard a ship honestly feels like coming home. It may not be the Ptolemaios, but it's in the sky and that's already a measure ahead of where he'd been before. Not that Allelujah dislikes land, or gravity's pull, but there was something to be said for familiar earth. What he wasn't expecting was the sheer force of personality the interior has — namely, the entire city rising up from the curved shell of the craft. Taking it in from one vantage point is impossible, so he sets about exploring, finding an odd sense of peace and familiarity in the places he wanders: ]

ONE. SHOPS!
[ Before this, traveling had taken him all over Eurasia, so the sights and sounds of the Airy's thriving marketplaces are actually commonplace to him. Their wares, however... Allelujah inspects some kind of feathery arrangement, dripping in jewels and other things far too ornate for his taste. But his attention is blatantly elsewhere. ]

I'd never thought I'd see so many weapons in a marketplace like this.

[ Even chalking it up to cultural differences, the contrast is stark, to say the least. ]

TWO. FOOD!
[ Wandering towards the restaurants and food stalls carries its own perils. Mostly due to the scent of spice and oil that sets Allelujah's stomach on the warpath. Granted, when he'd gotten the locals' recommendations of fried rice and dumplings, he hadn't expected the portions to be quite so generous. To fellow Heroes who end up sharing his space, he'll offer a pair of chopsticks and a pick of the rice or the dim sum: ]

You're welcome to some, if you'd like. There's too much here for just me.

[ Or, if you have a more adventurous streak, he may offer up a shallow dish of slightly sweet-sour smelling liquid, carrying the faint bite of liquor. ]

It might not look like much, but it's good. I'd compare it to kumis.

[ Does this look like the face of someone who'd steer you wrong? ]

OUTER LAYER, CHILLIN' (SEMI-OPEN)

[ Allelujah is immediately drawn to the sky dome. While the ship itself may be immense, it pales in comparison to the view afforded of the sky and the land below. So many creatures visit this place, circling high on their wings... ]

ONE. BIRBS!
[ Taking a seat beside an outcrop of birdcages with their doors flung wide open, Allelujah enjoys the feeling of having the sky thrown high above him, even if he can't actually venture there himself. Instead, he focuses on the birds who can. Their songs and wingbeats fill the air. His fox Carrier sits at his ankle, eyes trained on the flocks. Allelujah tosses a handful of grain on the ground, looking somewhat melancholy. ]

Free to come and go as you please, is it?

[ Allelujah isn't small-minded enough to blame the birds for their wings, but be does envy them, even if only a little. Hallelujah stirs.

Heh. Feeling betrayed? ]

TWO. POOL PARTY! (CLOSED TO TIERIA)
[ So, Hallelujah Haptism is under strict orders from one, Tieria Erde (royal pain in his ass) to be more active. Whatever that meant. It's true that he could just ignore him like he already does 90% of the time, but even he can't pass up a good opportunity to make him eat those pretty words of his.

Which is why he's meandering up to the poolside, having spotted a familiar shade of purple. ]

Boo.

[ Guess who, princess. ]

UPPER SALOON, TRAINING (OPEN)

[ It's not a normal day for a Gundam Meister without some kind of training regimen. Allelujah visits the training facilities for this reason, having heard rumors of their unique qualities. As he enters one of the rooms, he immediately sees why. ]

This looks like it's meant for acrobats, if anything.

[ Mostly an observation for himself as he notes the odd angles of the wall, the rows of fabric draped from the ceiling, nets, trapeze bars. This must be where the stars and aspiring students of the Airy's circus troupes practice. Allelujah ventures into the room, gaze naturally traveling upwards to one of the bars. Vaguely, he thinks he ought to just head back to the more traditional equipment, and yet.

...well, what's the harm.

Coiling, Allelujah takes a leap to grab onto the trapeze bar. It swings into motion with his momentum, but he quickly brings it back under control. His agility seems to betray his body type as he hauls himself up with his arm strength, measuring the movement of the ropes. It wobbles slightly with the strain in his arms necessary to keep himself upright, but holds. His form is good, lacking his usual timidness and modesty. With his legs together, he teeters momentarily before allowing himself to swing upside down in a smooth arc. Where he proceeds to hang for a moment, eyes wide and hair ruffled around his temples. He's not alone. Now he manages to look embarrassed. ]

Ah. [ This is sure a greeting. ] ...hello.

WILDCARD

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