driNKS (well ok if this is Japan it'd be only Rebekah, Daehyun, and Monty since I think they're the only ones above 20, but any sort of sit down restaurant scene would be cute)
Aoife's concentration was broken when a trio of people walked into the room: the sweet lady, an unstoppable ball of energy, and a big buff boy. She jumped in her seat, startled, but managed to quickly compose herself and put her book down, flashing all of them with a practiced smile. She got up and extended a hand in greeting to both the adults, saying "It's nice to finally meet the both of ye in the flesh Noah, Haley," her natural Irish lilt softened and tempered through hours of long practice, "Aoife pronounced with an E, pleasure to be of service. I'm glad you all got on safe."
And then she bent down to look at Tommy at his eye level, her hand raised for a high five. "And it's an extra special pleasure to meet you, Tommy," she said with a bright smile that was specially reserved for children (and for when she was especially pissed or pissed off).
Straightening herself back out, she took a moment to move around her own belongings, giving the rest of them more room to arrange their things however they liked it. "To be honest I should be the one thanking you Noah, otherwise, I would have been on this trip all on me lonesome, haha."
Sorry it took a while, but all I really did was delete the references to Ji being a hybrid.
And really Fuyuko is just a ball of anxiety and nerves. I'm sure she'll get better once the two actually start talking and she isn't thinking terrible things about Ji.
And it turned out that Fuyuko didn't have to wait long as another hybrid soon walked in, her practiced eye nonchalently examining the new oddity before her. Curly hair, Asian face, short, thin, cute, potentially a good model if she could sort out the hat hair her new roommate fashioned himself with. Wanting to hide his hybrid features maybe? It wasn't too uncommon.
The oddest thing about him, however, was his complete and utter lack of luggage of any kind. At first Fuyuko thought he was a local, but that was almost immediately dispelled when he started talking about ways to make money. And what person would just walk into a room and start talking about money to a complete stranger. Was he... was he threatning her? Maybe this person wasn't her new roommate, but a burglar. It would almost certainly explain his raggedy appearance. Oh no.
Upon that realization, Fuyuko immediately stopped playing and clutched her guitar tight. Her eyes grew wider, her ears started twitching nervously about as she sat up in the bed and brought her legs in, slowly curling herself around her guitar like it was an anchor that would hold her steady in this suddenly terrifying situation.
But what if she was overreacting? She had asked Greg to not let anyone weird room with her right? He owed her something for suddenly changing her single room into a double so that must mean he must have called the front desk and told them not to let anyone weird like a burglar into her room right? Then again, he was the one who forgot about her reservation in the first place, and the front desk did look awfully tired and overworked and oh no.
This is fine. Everything was fine. All Fuyuko had to do was call Greg or the front desk or anybody and everything would be fine. She just needed a way to contact them without the stranger knowing. She could get herself out of this. "Ah," she squeaked out, which only made her let out another squeal in surprise at her voice and at how tight her throat had become.
'No,' a voice rang in side her head, loud and clear. 'I've got this. I've definitely come out of worse situations than this... right? Right?' The voice rang again, the last part suddenly much less louder and clearer than it had been. Nevertheless, she had to maintain her most absolutely stoic composure which she definitely was doing and was definitely not still curled around her guitar. "Ah," she began again, taking a moment to clear her throat before continuing on, "I'm not, uh, sure about ways to make money out here, but, um, well... eeh - I'mgonnagotakeareallyquickshowernowbye," she blurted out as she threw her guitar onto the bed, grabbed her phone, and rushed into the bathroom with all the speed and grace of all the cat powers she was endowed with and totally not like the panicked mess she was.
Once inside, she took a moment to breathe and prayed to all the gods listening that none of her stuff would be stolen when she came back out. Unfortunately it was also then that she realized that she didn't remember any of the numbers listed for Greg or the front desk. Unless, wait, there was wi-fi right? Fuyuko knew she connected to it earlier, and if she did, that meant she could go online and look for their number and ohmygosh there it was she was a goshdarn genius.
Not wanting to be overheard, she turned on the shower before calling the number for the front desk. Several agonizingly long rings later, a female voice came through, the same one that gave Fuyuko directions earlier to her room, saying "Hello, you've reached the front desk of the Alpenhorn Inn, my name is Gracie, how may I help you today?"
"Hi, yeah, sorry, I just wanted to check in and make sure that Greg told you not to let anyone weird room with me?"
"He did call and let me and Percy know of something to that effect, yes."
"Right, well, um, do you think you can describe the person you set me up with please."
"Well... if I can recall correctly he looked to be a young Asian man in his 20's with curly hair, wearing a cap. I believe the name he gave was... Ji Chan. All his expenses seemed to be in order when he paid, and as far as I can tell there didn't seem to be anything 'weird' about him."
"Ah, well, ok then. Thank you Gracie."
"It was my pleasure ma'am. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Oh, uh, no thank you Gracie very much I'm sorry for bothering you okbye" click
Fuyuko gave out a heavy sigh.
Ok. So. Maybe she overreacted a tiny bit. Still, she was in a new situation in an unfamiliar room with a complete stranger and he just had to be a cute boy of all people and she has had a very stressful morning. Maybe a shower would do her good, since she had really wanted to take one anyway ever since the first person started petting her. Not to mention it would probably look weird if she said she was going to take a shower and turned on the faucet and everything and came out just completely dry. Yeah. A shower would do her good.
As Fuyuko stripped off all her clothes and stepped into the blisfully warm shower, she began thinking of what she would actually do with the stranger in her room. Gracie said his name was Ji Chan, so he was definitely an Asian of some sort. His name sounded Chinese, but he looked Korean. Maybe he was mixed? And really, he could still be a burglar, and she had stupidly left all of her equipment in the room with him. Most of it was tucked away out of sight, but the most important piece was her camera that was out on her bedside table since even if she wasn't going to do anything serious, she still wanted to explore the inn a bit and take a few practice shots, scout out her location before she got to work tomorrow.
Unfortunately for her higher brain functions, once Fuyuko had stepped into the shower she became too tired to care anymore and instead wanted to only bask in the warm sensation of the shower running comforting rivulets down her body. Maybe this could be a test of some sort, since if the stranger - if Ji - really was a burglar, he could just take most of her stuff and run right now.
Fuyuko gave out another heavy sigh as she allowed herself a few more moments of bliss before stepping out of the shower and drying herself off with one of the towels already laid out in the bathroom. A few more moments after that, she realized she hadn't brought in a change of clothes with her.
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Fuyuko wrapped one towel around herself and took out another to drape over her head before she opened the bathroom door slighty, peaking her head out just far enough so that her voice would be barely audible in the room, her eyes closed shut to deny any sort of reality that may have happened during her shower. "Ah, I'm sorry but, um, I forgot to bring any clothes with me so um, do you think can, do you think you can uh, turn around and not look this way for a bit pleaseandthankyou."
◇ Speaks English, French, and German ◇ Learned to dance from jiving to songs, then from copying her favorite dancers online and moving on to workshops whenever she could ◇ Hums to herself when she's focused or finds herself with nothing to do
Bonus Videos
◇ (Dance) Mariel Madrid / Skinny Love ◇ (Dance) Scott Forsyth / Wifeable ◇ (Music) Flight Facilities - Arty Boy
By all accounts, it was a perfect and bright sunshiney day. The skies were clear and blue for once, the wind wasn't completely overbearing, there were birds chirping and twittering about, even. If Aoife didn't know any better, today would have seemed like it came straight out of a Disney movie.
It still didn't answer anything about how or why she was standing on the deck of the so-aptly named cruise ship Aurora, about to travel hundreds of miles to Alaska of all places. Or, well, she knew how. Somebody at her recent translation project entered her name for a workplace raffle that had one of the prizes being two free tickets to a cruise to Alaska because of some partnership or something. That somebody quickly turned out to be one of the team leads on the project when they began to not-so-subtly hinting who Aoife could take on the cruise with her once it turned out that she had won, along with some really not-so-subtle hints of what they actually wanted to do with her out at sea.
Aoife had wanted to punch them in the face, but considering how that would quickly ruin her professional career, she did the next best non-violent thing and decided to go on the cruise without them. Unfortunately, that still left the question of what to do with the second ticket, considering she had only just arrived in San Francisco only a few months ago and had no one that she could really go with in the city, and it wasn't like she could have just called any of her friends to suddenly take a trip down to San Fran and go on a cruise with her.
So of course, she put up an ad online about her ticket. By the time the deluge of messages came pouring in, it was already too late for her to realize her mistake and back out, and she would be damned if she let that creeper have any way to weasel closer towards her. Luckily there was a light at the end of the tunnel as Aoife managed to connect with a rather really sweet lady who wanted a ticket for her brother, which initially sounded skeevy, but the lady really did seem earnest about it and anybody related to that pillow of sugar couldn't be all that bad right?
Which, you know, still didn't exactly answer the question of why she was there. Then again, deep down she knew the answer to that too, and it was probably because she just wanted to stick it to the creep. Aoife let out a disgusted sigh and trudged her way back down into the cabin. Maybe her da was right and she really did just run on spite and alcohol. Still, perhaps it wouldn't be all bad. The trip would actually give her time to practice her photography for once, instead of putting it off like she always had. And maybe she could make a new friend out of this whole arrangement! The lady online seemed nice, which must mean her brother must be pretty alright too right?
No way to know until Aoife gets to see them in person, she supposed. Hopefully the lady got the extra ticket information alright, though they had exchanged contact info in case anything did happen, and the Aurora wouldn't leave until nine, and Aoife still had all the ticket information on her laptop just in case. Still, when Aoife arrived at her cabin, she left her phone out on the bedside table just in case. She also took the time to look over herself in the mirror to make sure she looked alright.
Long jeans? Aye. Sensible shirt and cardigan? Good enough. Sandals? Eh... hopefully the brother didn't have a foot fetish.
Left with really nothing else to do and having no urge to continue people watching from the deck, Aoife sat down on one of the chairs and took out the German book she had been practicing translating. Gotta keep your skills sharp and all that. Soon, she got into a rhythm, and one particular phrase got her usual humming to start off strong.
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