navy (6/20) day two - AFTERNOON to EVENING

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ Welcome to Purgatorio. It's the jewel of the ocean, the envy of the world, an island that's as pristine and polished as the Navy itself. People from all over the world come to enjoy the high culture. Of course, it's not like this is your first time visiting. It's where the Navy keeps it headquarters, after all, and that's exactly where you're heading. ]

[ Your wise and venerable leader, the Fleet Admiral, has called all of you Admirals together for a meeting. New assignments, updates, and the current going-ons will all be addressed. It's kind of a big deal. When it's time, get your asses to the meeting. But until then, take some time to chill out with your Navy bros. ]

(5 SECTIONS: ○ bar, ○ gardens, ○ greetings, ○ assignments, ○ meeting end)

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AT THE BAR

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ You might not know this, but your Fleet Admiral refuses to work anywhere without a fully equipped bar.... Actually, there's no way you didn't know that. Even random strangers on the street could probably tell you that. Regardless, the bar at headquarters (http://i.imgur.com/xGNJw.jpg) is one of the finest in the city. It has every kind of liquor imaginable, including a world-class selection of fine wines (http://i.imgur.com/6ZAOL.jpg). ]

[ Since you have some time to kill before the meeting, this is as good of a place as any to hang out and wait. Toss back a couple of cold ones--you know the Fleet Admiral won't get mad at you for it. Or just, you know, chill out for a bit. Whatever. ]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[Everything in moderation, right? Although sweets were the exception to the rule for Stocking, and alcohol the exception for her Fleet Admiral.

A very big exception for him.

She is standing in front of the bar contemplating what to try...something sweet...]

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Hey look, Harvey's actually having a quiet moment for once. How... rare... He meanders up to the bar, collects a pair of glasses and a couple rather old bottles of red and white wine, half full naturally, and wanders off to find a table in the corner somewhere so he can IGNORE. ALL OF YOU]

[His wide-brimmed hat is tossed onto the table, followed shortly by the eyepatch. Because... goddamn if that patch isn't the most irritating, uncomfortable thing he's ever worn, and it's not like the other admirals haven't seen the gaping hole where his eye should be at some point or other. And truth be told, at least half of him didn't give a shit even if they hadn't, nor if any of them they were even distinctly bothered by the long, gouged out scars where the shrapnel and canon fire that had taken his eye had taken most of his left side with it]

[He's just here for a couple glasses of wine and a preferably partner-less assignment. Lawd...]

[foolreversed]

[wandering into the bar hadn't been the plan but when you're the antsy wanderer type with time to kill, you usually ended up anywhere and everywhere at some point. Plus, something about bars called to Adachi... which was strange because he actually wasn't all that into drinking, aside from when he was dragged into it or really pissed off about something.

He found himself taking a seat, originally not even thinking about ordering but eventually trying to figure out what to get so as to not just awkwardly sit there. Yep there was... definitely something nostalgic about this. But what he can't quite put his finger on... Did he use to drink with a superior a lot before becoming an Admiral or something...?]

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[Sitting there at the bar, doing his best to look serious and in charge, like the grizzled old Navy officers you hear about in stories, nursing their drinks.

Peter's poison of choice? ... Pepsi... on.... the... rocks. /shades

And as if that wasn't bad enough, for ever five seconds he goes trying to look serious, something small and simple will distract him. Maybe he sees something on the bar counter and decides he needs to pick at it. Maybe one of his ice cubes is poking up funny and he has to jab at it with his straw. Either way his illusion is not holding well here.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[Natsuki strides in with a cup of fresh coffee in one hand. And then stops at the bar and adds a shot of Irish cream to it. Mmmm.]

So what are we doing?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Time to get my mfing drink on. Sanji's relaxing at the bar with both elbows propped up on it behind him, a glass of brandy in his hand, swirling it about and thinkin' about something stupid.]

Who was she...?

THE GARDENS

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ Bars aren't your thing? Maybe you're more the quiet type: looking at scenery, meditating, all that zen stuff... No better place then the gardens (http://i.imgur.com/0utt6.jpg) in the back courtyard. They're the most magnificent in the city. The plants (http://i.imgur.com/OMT8f.jpg) are all carefully cultivated, and the ponds (http://i.imgur.com/5CnHL.jpg) are full of pristine water. ]

[ So take in the scenery, or see if any of your Navy friends are hanging around. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[Crouching by the flowers, taking in the scent of them, Tamaki looked regal in his full uniform. Remembering days gone by with a childhood sweetheart who had tended a garden with him - just the daughter of one of the servants, but remarkably cute for a commoner.

Yet where was she now? Alas... how time made fools of them all.]

[zolo.livejournal.com]

[ zoro's out of his stuffy uniform for once and is back into his casuals. CASUAL MONDAYS! Only not really, everyone else is in uniform. What a lazy bro. Well, he's just snoring loudly by the pond, three katana on his lap... welcome to the gud life ]

[doublehats.livejournal.com]

[well over in a corner of the gardens, things aren't really all that quiet. probably because Chopper is currently chatting it up with a few of the birds that hang out in the place. from the sounds of it, they seem to be in a bit of a discussion about the interesting new uniform he's currently wearing]

It's not like it looks bad, right? We're not really allowed to wear different ones but when they told me about the meeting everyone was telling me to wear this. Maybe they're working on a new uniform. --wh-why are you all laughing? "Exploiting"? I don't understand... [tugging on the little bow on his hat. bird buddies are mean today :(]

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[the gardens are definitely the best part about visiting Purgatorio. Colette has been wandering around for a while, but now she's crouching next to a lovely bush, just observing it. Wait, actually... she's staring at it rather intensely?

W...eird.... what's up with that chick]

[foolreversed]

[Adachi can be found near one of the ponds, compulsively trying to fix his appearance in the reflection. He'd already spent a good long time in front of a mirror already making sure his suit was perfect- sure, most people recognized him by his distinct lack of neatness; tie always crooked, suit jacket never done up, wrinkles everywhere, navy coat hanging askew and messy hair. But today was a meeting and that meant he'd have to look his best. Not giving a fuck about appearance and looking like a mess on board ships and in front of his men (and enemies) was one thing, but this was a meeting with the fleet admiral, that was important! So he better damn well actually look like a professional for once. Jacket done up, tie securely tucked in, coat straight, everything primmed and pressed, etc etc.

But each time he caught his reflection something new bugged him. The tie would always somehow find someway to get crooked again and his hair? Completely untameable no matter what he did. Goddamnit.]

THE MEETING

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ Well, it's about that time already. The big meeting. Don't be nervous, though, you've been to a million of these things. You're an Admiral, don't forget. ]

[Make your way through the impressive lobby (http://i.imgur.com/s1gcQ.jpg) and through a long hallway, and you'll reach the grand meeting room (http://i.imgur.com/gFmZw.jpg). Your Fleet Admiral, Tony Stark, is already there, waiting. Make your way to your seat, man. ]

GREETINGS

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to see you could all make it. [ Tony nods to his men, the Admirals. ] We only get together like this once or twice a year. We need to make it count.

[ He looks solemn and serious for a minute, but then he leans back in his seat and kicks his feet up on the table. Well, there goes that serious feel, right out the window. ]

So really, don't be afraid to call for some sake or beer. No reason to keep things all stiff and formal between us, right?

[ This must be the part of the meeting where everybody chills out for a minute. Sure, everybody might put on their serious business faces when dealing with the underlings, but it's only the higher-ups in here. And at the very least Tony doesn't seem keen on keeping up that high and mighty air. ]

ASSIGNMENTS

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ Tony motions to get everybody's attention again. He even takes his feet off the table. Which is probably a good idea anyway, that table is way too expensive to leave footprints on. ]

I'm sure you're all wondering about the latest news and assignments I've got for you, so let's move on with that...

MEETING'S OVER

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ And just like that, the meeting's wrapped up. ]

[ So go do what you have to do. Get supplies, go pick up some men (not like that), or head out to inspect the ships. Most of you have some sailing to do, and all of you are going to need to be prepared for your tasks. ]

[ And maybe hit up your fellow Admirals for some last words. You know, encouragement, all of that jazz. ]

[doublehats.livejournal.com]

[for anyone that happens to pass by Chopper at the end of the meeting, he will offer you a sheet of paper (http://i.imgur.com/GNivq.png) and a pencil]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[looking around for the admirals with the same assignment, in case they need to plan anything.

Also avoiding Tamaki.]

[foolreversed]

[welp, as soon as that's all done, Adachi's loosening his tie up and unbuttoning his jacket. Meeting's over, he can go right on back to not giving a fuck about the way he looks.

Besides he's going to go find his men, (and grab a few extra fleets) and to his men he's always been unkempt. If they see him actually trying to look neat they might laugh at him]

/wiff tony????

[sleazier.livejournal.com]

[ with that meeting over and done with, this bro's just chillin' in tony's huge ass office. couch'd ]

Oh, so the meeting's finished, Admi-ral?

AT THE BAR

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ You might not know this, but your Fleet Admiral refuses to work anywhere without a fully equipped bar.... Actually, there's no way you didn't know that. Even random strangers on the street could probably tell you that. Regardless, the bar at headquarters (http://i.imgur.com/xGNJw.jpg) is one of the finest in the city. It has every kind of liquor imaginable, including a world-class selection of fine wines (http://i.imgur.com/6ZAOL.jpg). ]

[ Since you have some time to kill before the meeting, this is as good of a place as any to hang out and wait. Toss back a couple of cold ones--you know the Fleet Admiral won't get mad at you for it. Or just, you know, chill out for a bit. Whatever. ]

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[Everything in moderation, right? Although sweets were the exception to the rule for Stocking, and alcohol the exception for her Fleet Admiral.

A very big exception for him.

She is standing in front of the bar contemplating what to try...something sweet...]

THE GARDENS

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ Bars aren't your thing? Maybe you're more the quiet type: looking at scenery, meditating, all that zen stuff... No better place then the gardens (http://i.imgur.com/0utt6.jpg) in the back courtyard. They're the most magnificent in the city. The plants (http://i.imgur.com/OMT8f.jpg) are all carefully cultivated, and the ponds (http://i.imgur.com/5CnHL.jpg) are full of pristine water. ]

[ So take in the scenery, or see if any of your Navy friends are hanging around. ]

Re: THE GARDENS

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[Crouching by the flowers, taking in the scent of them, Tamaki looked regal in his full uniform. Remembering days gone by with a childhood sweetheart who had tended a garden with him - just the daughter of one of the servants, but remarkably cute for a commoner.

Yet where was she now? Alas... how time made fools of them all.]

THE MEETING

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ Well, it's about that time already. The big meeting. Don't be nervous, though, you've been to a million of these things. You're an Admiral, don't forget. ]

[Make your way through the impressive lobby (http://i.imgur.com/s1gcQ.jpg) and through a long hallway, and you'll reach the grand meeting room (http://i.imgur.com/gFmZw.jpg). Your Fleet Admiral, Tony Stark, is already there, waiting. Make your way to your seat, man. ]

GREETINGS

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to see you could all make it. [ Tony nods to his men, the Admirals. ] We only get together like this once or twice a year. We need to make it count.

[ He looks solemn and serious for a minute, but then he leans back in his seat and kicks his feet up on the table. Well, there goes that serious feel, right out the window. ]

So really, don't be afraid to call for some sake or beer. No reason to keep things all stiff and formal between us, right?

[ This must be the part of the meeting where everybody chills out for a minute. Sure, everybody might put on their serious business faces when dealing with the underlings, but it's only the higher-ups in here. And at the very least Tony doesn't seem keen on keeping up that high and mighty air. ]

MEETING'S OVER

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ And just like that, the meeting's wrapped up. ]

[ So go do what you have to do. Get supplies, go pick up some men (not like that), or head out to inspect the ships. Most of you have some sailing to do, and all of you are going to need to be prepared for your tasks. ]

[ And maybe hit up your fellow Admirals for some last words. You know, encouragement, all of that jazz. ]

[doublehats.livejournal.com]

[for anyone that happens to pass by Chopper at the end of the meeting, he will offer you a sheet of paper (http://i.imgur.com/GNivq.png) and a pencil]