[TLV] IC Inbox

[keephersafe]

Um...

*beep*

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[artistinexile]

Good day, R. I am Mitth'raw'nuruodo. You may call me Thrawn.

[keephersafe]

Um.

[Great, 'cause he was never getting that full name out. R's voice is quiet and even, with a slight stammer.]

Thanks... I-I think.

WOW this tag sure went missing I'm sorry

[keephersafe]

I don't, uh...

[Hmm. Actually. He shrugs.]

Yeah. Wh-why not.

[Just make it a whole thing.]

[artistinexile]

Indeed.

Are you well?

[keephersafe]

Mm. Yeah. I'm okay.

[He's pretty sure this guy is a new warden, right..?]

... This is the p-part where you... ask if I need anything.

[Wry.]

[artistinexile]

Perhaps we may do things a little differently.

Do you enjoy art, R?

[keephersafe]

[Hmm... he was painting with Jinx, but he doesn't think that counts.]

More into music. [A beat.] Jazz. I have records.

[artistinexile]

Excellent. I have been meaning to expand my knowledge of music.

May I listen with you?

[keephersafe]

Oh-

[Unexpected! But not unwelcome.]

Yeah. If you want to.

no worries, happens

[verynormalturnipseller]

Neither is difficult. I work in the kitchen.

[artistinexile]

I would. Thank you.

My office was recently restored to me in full. I find the acoustics excellent.

[keephersafe]

Oh, I mean--

[Not what he meant! The offer or difficulty isn't the problem.]

I can't really... taste things yet.

[So it would be more for Wen Ning than himself.]

[keephersafe]

Ah--

[Hang on.]

Do you have a... record player?

[R is something of a purist when it comes to music. Digital recordings simply won't do... especially if he's going to be introducing someone to the genre!]

[artistinexile]

I do not believe so. Can you show me an example?

[keephersafe]

I could b-bring mine... it isn't heavy.

[It's not huge, because it had to fit in the cabin, so it's no problem.]

[artistinexile]

I would enjoy that. Please come to Level 8, Cabin 08 when you are able.

[keephersafe]

Okay.

[He can come down right now, so he does that, bringing the record player along with a few choice records stacked on top.

His knock is quiet, mostly because he doesn't have a free hand and the angle is a bit awkward, and he doesn't want to kick the door.

In person, R is a tall, slim man of vaguely indeterminate age - he could be in his mid twenties, or his thirties - with a somewhat death-warmed-up pallor marked with the occasional dark vein. He dresses semi-smartly, in slacks and a shirt, and always with the same red tie.]

[verynormalturnipseller]

Oh. Well, how about textures?

[He doesn't actually eat. Cooking at people is a technique he relies on, and he will not be so easily deterred.]

[artistinexile]

[Thrawn opens the door, which slides to the side instead of opening up in a more traditional manner. He too is tall, with glowing red eyes, prominent forehead ridges, and pale blue skin. He nods when he sees R at his door, and steps aside to let him into his combination office/cabin/art collection.]

Good day, R.

[keephersafe]

[Nod nod.]

I can do that.

[Textures are fine. In fact he tends to rely on them more, which makes it even more tragic when Julie doesn't manage to pick all the shell out when she breaks an egg badly.]

[keephersafe]

Ah--

[Why he's surprised when he was the one who came to the door is anyone's guess. He hugs the record player a little closer to his chest and steps inside when Thrawn moves.]

H-hi.

[Then he has a curious look around at what he can immediately see.]

[artistinexile]

Please, come in.

[Thrawn gestures to allow entrance. His cabin is one of three rooms and a hallway leading out to the main ship. On one side is his dojo, a white paneled affair behind a glass viewing wall, where weaponry and heavy-looking killer robots rest. The other side leads to his office and sleeping quarters. All of it is in the sleek gunmetal gray of the ISD Chimaera, his true home.

It is into the office that Thrawn leads them. He has his art on plinths and in frames around it all, with a viewport open to reveal a nebula being orbited, a view reflected back up on deck. The office is dark, lit up in neon around the extremes of the room, casting eerie shadows about the room. There is an exceptionally large desk shaped like a half circle, on which Thrawn sets his fingers.]

Over here.

[keephersafe]

[A little nod. He carries the record player through and puts it down near the edge of the desk, comfortably enough that it won't fall off.

R is self-conscious about many things about himself but when it come to his taste in music, that hesitation doesn't come into play. Thrawn himself clearly has his own preferences when it comes to art and so on - something he doesn't fail to notice.

He is trying not to be intimidated on a general level.]

Shall I... pick one?

[He did bring a few options.]

[verynormalturnipseller]

Good, I'll find you a decent mix of things, then.

[Variety seems key. Some interesting pickles, maybe, some filled sweets--he always tries to keep those handy as bribes--maybe something frozen. Fun!]

[keephersafe]

[He does appreciate the thoughtfulness even if he seems a bit uncertain.]

Okay then. [Nodnod.] When?