[ dimitri doesn’t really want to drink too much, but he’s pressured by his supervisors to do so. he’s careful when he finally relents and only takes the one he’s interested in - sake served warm, if only because he’s interested in the texture and the feel of it on his tongue. not being able to taste, he’s mindful of how much he drinks, but he finds the texture of it interesting.
the food is certainly interesting - dimitri, however, is a picky eater, and only goes for anything that he finds remotely appetizing. as a result, what he has in his plate isn’t much.
he’s pleasant and sociable, and will turn to the person beside him - ]
How’ve you been settling in so far?
2.
[ at the height of the evening’s festivities, dimitri smiles, bowing as he offers his hand. ]
Will you dance?
PARTY TIME
1.
[ konoha is a brightly-lit monstrosity of a building that is overwhelming. dimitri, sufficiently tipsy from all of the celebrating that happened in the kaigo no bou, is now reeling with the assault of light and sound.
he’s not going to stay for long in the nightclub. he’d only really gone because he’s interested in what it looks like inside. now that he’s there, he feels suffocated by the crowd.
you can find him:
[ at the bar/banquet. he’s drinking water for now, he’s had enough of the drinks he’s had from the festivities in the kaigo no bou. he’s trying out different kinds of meats on his plate, though it’s notable that nothing really stands out to him, whether it’s spicy or sweet or savoury. everything he eats is met with a polite thank you. some of the servers are annoyed with his behaviour as it seems rude to them that he’s not complimenting the food, though dimitri only demurs and responds that everything is fantastic. ]
in the crowd: ENMA only, 1-2 charas. [ is there a fight? dimitri’s not going to get involved this time, having understood what his role now is in this world. it’s not to his taste. he doesn’t think people ought to be fighting just because the situation encourages it or thrives in it. when the crowd makes room for two fighters to get involved, and all the cameras come out to record, dimitri purses his lips to a thin, disagreeable line as he watches it proceed. hands and fists go flying. he eats his yakitori in a booth.
where he gets involved: a delinquent wants to join in with something metallic in his hand. dimitri frowns. ]
Well, that can’t be good.
[ outside the club. getting some air. dimitri’s sitting on a park bench, frantically typing something on the notes app of his phone. upon close inspection, one can make out the heading: food diary. ]
SOME RUNDOWN HOUSING / POST CELEBRATIONS
[ the housing he’s chosen for himself is rather a far cry from his rooms in fhirdiad, let alone garreg mach, but dimitri isn’t going to complain. that being said, he does need household items. first order of business is to make an agenda: he’s got places to be, and things to buy. he’s at least grateful for the advance because it allows him to figure out what to buy to furnish his quarters.
the clothes he’s wearing are rather old-fashioned for himself. dimitri has the fashion sense of a 70yo man: sweater vest tucked in, long-sleeved shirt buttoned to the top of the collar, pressed slacks, polished shoes, cap. it doesn’t really matter that he’s wearing them secondhand. he gets a few snickers around because of it; nobody would ever mistake him for a 17yo.
catch him in the following places: ]
grocery shopping. dimitri is absolutely floored by the selection of food. this is more than he’ll ever see pantries in fhirdiad stocked outside of the palace. more than that, there’s instant food that can be easily made even with his lack of skill. he’s caught between two brands of pork cutlets with cheese. if one looks carefully at his grocery cart they’ll notice that … all he has there is cheese.
thrifting. one needs clothes to fit in, right? and he can’t just wear greaves and gauntlets around. a close inspection of some old magazines at least gives him a reference as to what people where and how. considering he has to be practical with his money, dimitri can be found looking through vintage fashion, trying his best to impersonate an old man with the clothes that have caught his eye.
arcade. there’s time enough to enjoy them and all he has is time, so here he is, trying to figure out how to play tekken, trying to get into the racing ones because he’s never actually seen a damn car in his life. he’s frowning intently and trying to pick the best one and reading all the specs listed on the screen and can be heard murmuring, ]
Amazing. So it has the ability to outrun cavalry reconnaissance … though with those treads I’m not sure that they can be used in any other terrain other than the concrete of this city. That being said, the glass is certainly a hazard and doesn’t offer protection to the riders at all … though I suppose one has to trade speed for such fancy accoutrements … ah, but this one comes in blue! Delightful …
ANYTHING ELSE?
ooc. tag me with whatever, pm me with what you want. i’m up for anything.
dimitri alexandre blaiddyd | fe3h
1.
[ dimitri doesn’t really want to drink too much, but he’s pressured by his supervisors to do so. he’s careful when he finally relents and only takes the one he’s interested in - sake served warm, if only because he’s interested in the texture and the feel of it on his tongue. not being able to taste, he’s mindful of how much he drinks, but he finds the texture of it interesting.
the food is certainly interesting - dimitri, however, is a picky eater, and only goes for anything that he finds remotely appetizing. as a result, what he has in his plate isn’t much.
he’s pleasant and sociable, and will turn to the person beside him - ]
How’ve you been settling in so far?
2.
[ at the height of the evening’s festivities, dimitri smiles, bowing as he offers his hand. ]
Will you dance?
PARTY TIME
1.
[ konoha is a brightly-lit monstrosity of a building that is overwhelming. dimitri, sufficiently tipsy from all of the celebrating that happened in the kaigo no bou, is now reeling with the assault of light and sound.
he’s not going to stay for long in the nightclub. he’d only really gone because he’s interested in what it looks like inside. now that he’s there, he feels suffocated by the crowd.
you can find him:
SOME RUNDOWN HOUSING / POST CELEBRATIONS
[ the housing he’s chosen for himself is rather a far cry from his rooms in fhirdiad, let alone garreg mach, but dimitri isn’t going to complain. that being said, he does need household items. first order of business is to make an agenda: he’s got places to be, and things to buy. he’s at least grateful for the advance because it allows him to figure out what to buy to furnish his quarters.
the clothes he’s wearing are rather old-fashioned for himself. dimitri has the fashion sense of a 70yo man: sweater vest tucked in, long-sleeved shirt buttoned to the top of the collar, pressed slacks, polished shoes, cap. it doesn’t really matter that he’s wearing them secondhand. he gets a few snickers around because of it; nobody would ever mistake him for a 17yo.
catch him in the following places: ]
ANYTHING ELSE?
ooc. tag me with whatever, pm me with what you want. i’m up for anything.