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ten_fwd2014-11-01 05:04 pm
dreams_dont_die) wrote in ten_fwd2014-11-01 05:04 pm
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Hallowe'en: Aye aye, Captain!
One would probably need to know Dylan to realize just how annoyed he is. The signs are subtle: tension around his eyes, a certain firm set to his jaw, the length of his stride.
That his simple pants, navy turtleneck, and sleek stylized jacket have been replaced by a tailcoat with far too much gold on it and ridiculous pants is bad enough. He could probably handle looking like he'd walked out of a naval history lesson from the Academy, but that's not the worst thing. To anyone who's fought beside him, or any member of his crew, it would be obvious that he's most annoyed by the fact that the thigh holsters he habitually wears, and the force lance they held, have been replaced with a sheathed sword. He's entirely comfortable fighting with a sword, but he likes to have the choice of weapon.
Not that he's planning on fighting, but it still leaves him more uncomfortable than it should. He'd been annoyed enough when the replicator in his room refused to give him anything but confectionery. Aware of what Trance would think -- and what his metabolism would do -- if he tried to exist on candy alone, he'd come into Ten Forward to see if he could get some food there.
The best he's managed is something red and candied that at least looks like it's based on food.
He hasn't noticed yet that eating the candy apple has turned his hair cobalt blue.
That his simple pants, navy turtleneck, and sleek stylized jacket have been replaced by a tailcoat with far too much gold on it and ridiculous pants is bad enough. He could probably handle looking like he'd walked out of a naval history lesson from the Academy, but that's not the worst thing. To anyone who's fought beside him, or any member of his crew, it would be obvious that he's most annoyed by the fact that the thigh holsters he habitually wears, and the force lance they held, have been replaced with a sheathed sword. He's entirely comfortable fighting with a sword, but he likes to have the choice of weapon.
Not that he's planning on fighting, but it still leaves him more uncomfortable than it should. He'd been annoyed enough when the replicator in his room refused to give him anything but confectionery. Aware of what Trance would think -- and what his metabolism would do -- if he tried to exist on candy alone, he'd come into Ten Forward to see if he could get some food there.
The best he's managed is something red and candied that at least looks like it's based on food.
He hasn't noticed yet that eating the candy apple has turned his hair cobalt blue.