new abilities/food trucks;

[ Morningstar. What a pretentious name. So says the man (formerly?) employed by a corporation called Zenith. Theirs is tasteful though, he thinks, and Morningstar just sounds silly. He has to admit, however, he's mildly impressed by their methods. It isn't the first time he's been kidnapped nor will it likely be the last but this is a lot more airtight than usual.

New planet, new identify, new additions. The strange glowing object in his chest doesn't go unnoticed for long and he triggers it unwittingly. ] Surely, you can do better than that, [ he says, haggling with someone for street food as he peruses his new setting casually. ] A beautiful, hard-working woman like you knows the value of these things- [ the glow shines, catching the eye of others around them ] -but also know those who'd appreciate them deserve a discount, hm?

[ The stares don't bother him, but he's not stupid. He's quick to cross an arm over his chest to disguise the light and put curled fingers under his chin as he leans forward. The vendor he was speaking to seems almost mesmerized as she agrees. Oh, he realizes quickly, how fascinating. He takes a small curved, paper plate of food on the agreed-upon lowered price and gives a charming smile to someone nearby who had likely noticed the blue in his chest- ]

I could compliment you, too, if you'd like. I'd love to see what happens. [ Don't mind the scientist in him wanting to experiment with this newfound ability. ]

network - cal.amari;

What's the dating scene here like?

[ He is a man with #priorities. ]

games;

[ All work and no play makes anyone dull. He admits he likes things to be a little more high stakes than they seem to be here, but- Having a little harmless fun is fine, too, once in a while. ]

Pft, they call this laser tag? I suppose it's fine for a backwater planet like this one. [ Despite his criticism, he does ask someone nearby- ] Would you care to try? If I win, we get dinner and some drinks. And if you win...?

[ He's open to the possibilities. ]

networking;

[ He's had eyes on someone all evening. That isn't anything new, of course, but this time there's a purpose behind it. The individual he has his sights set on might have some information into all... (vague gesture) this. Still, he's smart enough not to go it alone. He's brought a - likely begrudging - wingperson along with him. Did he meet them tonight and rope them into this? Probably! ]

I just need you to make sure no one gets suspicious, [ he says. ] Chat them up, buy drinks, be friendly. Meanwhile, I'll be seducing as much information out of them as I can.

[ ... And just, y'know, seducing them because he happens to enjoy the pursuit. He might actually forget why he's seducing them before it's over. DETAILS. ]

ringside chat;

[ He's not a fighter. While he's tall and lean, his physique is more on the... noodly side. He's a scientist, alright. Muscle isn't something that they're known for.

It's for that reason he can be found at the bar. While he isn't grilling for questions yet, he does ask the person next to him- ] Who's the favorite to win?

[ Best to start with small talk. ]

(( hey all! here is a little more info about this OC of mine. additionally, quin is a really awful person/a straight-up sociopath, so here's his opt-out/permissions here if you want to avoid him or certain topics! otherwise, if you want to plot something out or have any ideas for a thread hmu in PM or on Discord at Rose#7613. ))