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The Adrenaline Junkie - Octane (ridetheoctrain) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-12-17 07:51:00

Entry tags:

beverly marsh, octavio silva

Who: Octavio Silva and Beverly Marsh.
What: A literal run in.
Where: Doors into mall.
When: Tuesday morning.
Rating: TBD.

You see, for most people, this place would be jarring. This place would be a reminder they were stuck or a prison. Octane, well he just didn't care. Which also wasn't true. He cared in the sense that he wanted to go back home, but what was the purpose of any experience if you didn't just roll with the punches. Of all the places he could have ended up, this wasn't that terrible. The town, Starklandia, had great things all and all. Generally good people, even if they bickered and fought with each other. Electricity and heat. People who were fun, and most of all - brand new experiences and adventures.

Which, Octane was sending himself on right this moment.

Since his trip through the doors with that drink of water, Klaus, Octane's wardrobe had expanded nicely. Of course, pants were not a major thing he was overly worried about. Not with the metal legs of his, but he still had to cover his torso. It was something about exposed chest only covered by a tactical vest that screamed not dinner attire appropriate. So now he had shirts, and sweatshirts, and more shirts. He had shirts for days. Dressed casually and thinking of those casual day shirts he had, Octavio was really not watching what he was doing as he ran through town and right into the house that held the mystical doors that led to different dimensions.

Now, when it came to running as fast he did, you couldn't stop quickly. This became an issue quite suddenly as he came barreling into a woman who had just opened a door. The impact probably more shocking, but the problem was they were now falling over. Options were things that people had in this situation, but not Octane. Sure he played in murder games, but didn't mean he would let chivalry die at his hand. With a shift, so that the woman had a soft impact - Octane position himself to take more of the brunt of their fall, while he as politely as possible guided them. Once on the cold metal floor, he sighed. It went better than expected. "Gracias a dios que estarás bien." Octane muttered helping the woman and himself back to their feet.

"My apologies." Octane offered his apology. "I didn't hurt you to terribly?" Octane asked as he looked her up and down, but on the up glance catching a port window with an incredible view of space. "DIOS MIO! Look at that view!" Octane now focused on the stars and cold vacuum of space. It was basically home, if you were traveled through space as much as he did. Looking back to the woman he wiped his hand on his shorts covering the part of legs that were still human, and offered it to the woman.

"Since we had an abrupt meeting, I'm Octavio Silva." He offered a bright boyish smile. "Most call me Octane."

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ridetheoctrain
2019-12-20 02:23 pm UTC (link)

She was responded to with a devious grin and a shrug. There was plenty he wasn't supposed to do, and that he did anyway. Not things in malice, but exactly that. He was carefree. Ride the good vibes sort of deal. "Well, I suppose it's up to the person and how the construe.. 'not supposed to'." Octane challenged. While they were starting to line up, for whatever they were getting first, Octavio couldn't help but shrug. "I have no idea." He frowned. If didn't get his pretzel, he was killing someone. Metaphorically.

When it was their turn, Octane just came out with it. "How do you pay? We're not from these parts." Where the bright orange alien behind the counter proceeded to explain that they took all sorts of payment methods and currencies.

Still have his own method of paying from home, he ordered up two pretzels and then tapped his card to a reader, and it toned - flashed green - and their purchase was final. "Hah! Success!" Turning to Beverly he handed off one of the pretzels. "We have money!"

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mollyringwald
2019-12-20 07:45 pm UTC (link)

Was everyone an alien, but them? Though Beverly supposed that, to those who frequented this mall, the very human-looking people were considered alien. It was all a matter of perspective? "This feels a little bit like a dream, but I've already pinched myself," she chuckled - nope, it was all real. Just an acid trip through the doors, that was it.

She took the pretzel with an ooooh, examining it curiously. Most of her soft pretzel experience fell into the category of 'overpriced at a baseball game' or 'sad, frozen supermarket version' so this was definitely a treat. "If we have money, I can find us some ice cream then?" she suggested.

Octane did say he wanted to try a bunch of things, so, maybe they could sample whatever space mall had to offer.

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ridetheoctrain
2019-12-20 09:22 pm UTC (link)

Space and aliens, man. To be fair, he had only encountered humans up to the point of his coming to Starklandia, but who cared. Orange, green, pale, or slug man. They were all... people? Whatever. You'd get the point. Octane didn't care the shade of their skin as he cared about them as being a person. But none the less Beverly's comment made Ocatvio reach out, and pinch her lightly. "Hm. Seems real enough to me!" With a laugh he maneuvered out of her reach to avoid retaliation. Couldn't make it too easy.

Nodding he munched on the soft pretzel a bit. "Yeah. We have money." He took a good bite and then got excited about ice cream prospects. With a mouthful of pretzel he spoke. "Weee ould giit ith crm!" Then he realized what he was doing, and how unflattering. Swallowing quickly. "YES!" Simple response.

They were walking as it was he stopped to look at Beverly. She was nice. He nudged her lightly. "Wanna check that store out while we figure out where ice cream is?" Octavio gestured at the store he was mentioning.

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mollyringwald
2019-12-21 03:39 pm UTC (link)

She rolled her eyes, fondly - he reminded her of Richie a little, which wasn't a bad thing. Beverly adored Richie - jury was still out if she'd end up feeling similarly about Octavio here, but she guessed she'd see. "I mean, you'd have to be a killer of joy to not want ice cream," she pointed out. Pretty much everyone loved the stuff. It was a universal rule (except if you were lactose intolerant, but that was just sad and lactose-free ice cream was a thing anyway).

Breaking off another piece of pretzel, a small piece to pop into her mouth, she nodded. Crystal blue eyes slid toward the store in question, doing a quick assessment, but she didn't really see why they couldn't go in. "Sure, why not," she nodded. "Do you have something specific you would want to find?"

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ridetheoctrain
2019-12-22 07:10 am UTC (link)

A loud gasp erupted from Octane. "Nooo!" He shook his head. "How dare you suggest such a terrible thing." Frowning, he looked away in a pout. "I am bringer of joy and good times." And death, but that was a part time gig. "We're getting ice cream, and you can't stop me." He said matter of fact, or as if they hadn't already decided to get ice cream. Mostly that she was the evil one baring their ice cream endeavors.

Following suit, he munched on his pretzel being less careful with it, ultimately shrugging about places he wanted to find. Swallowing his food he glanced her. "I'm not sure. Honestly, I need so much stuff since I just got here." He paused looking around. "Well not here, but back there here." He paused thinking about it but moving on as he moved towards the store. "What about you? Anyone you're shopping for?"

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mollyringwald
2019-12-22 01:36 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, I get that. When I first arrived I had basically nothing as well." Just the clothes she had been wearing, which were sopping wet - she'd gotten into Van Dyne's immediately and put on warmer things, and since then she'd accumulated something of a wardrobe.

Who was she if she wasn't Beverly Marsh, fabulously dressed? It wasn't something she really could picture for herself, honestly. If she had nothing, she at least had her ability to present herself to the world, looking collected and put together.

Anyway, so they'd be looking for a variety of things in the space mall, apparently. "I could use a Secret Santa present but I have some backup ideas and options so it's not required," she shrugged, dusting pretzel salt off her hands. "Still, how cool would it be to get a gift from space?" Rhetorical question.

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ridetheoctrain
2019-12-23 04:59 am UTC (link)

"I managed to get some clothes from a small snow town with Klaus, but other than that I'm still lacking." Octane shrugged. When he arrived he was in what he was wearing from the games but toting an assault rifle in a snowball fight. A little extreme, but Sirius explained some things and they teamed up for the battle to come. It was a blast!

Considering some of his options he sighed. "I don't even know who this Crowley guy is. Never met him." With a shrug. "I'll just get him something weird." Octavio laughed at that.

"It's the coolest! Space is so cool!" But now being in the store at hand, there seemed to be a ton of things. Posters, clothes, and weird little trinkets. Well, this was a good first stop for some of those good things they needed!

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