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[requirethree]

[Antonin's face is scarred, his frame still that of a large man who spent years malnourished. The ease he wears is superficial, and probably makes most observant people uneasy. His smile is roguish - almost charming, if you don't pay too much attention. His Russian accent is pronounced.]

So, my friends. Say you are given shore leave after very, very long time at sea. What do you do first?

(no subject)

[unhallow]

I don't think I understand this.

[ Samir is a little farther from the podium on the platform than one would generally place themselves, but presumably, he isn't expressing an opinion on public structures. All the public structures that comprise this place, maybe. ]

Is this normal?

[ He gives the nearest masked figure a quick slantwise look. It seems like it's a kind of look he's had a lot of practice giving. ]

Acceptably abnormal?

... Perhaps I should go out more?

[ People all seem okay with this! He has to check, but is already semi-resigned to the possibility he's un-hip and has failed once more to grasp the zeitgeist. Of whatever. Of whatever zeitgeist is. ]