electro_kinetic | OOM: What's ya name, man?

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OOM: What's ya name, man?

Noriko is busy tugging on strands of her hair, making sure it lays right, as she waits with Remy in the bar for Hannibal and Sinric: she's recently had her hair re-dyed, the roots dark navy and lightening along its newly trimmed length to a light sky blue. It's mostly twined up in a knot safe from her drumming fingers as she fidgets with the tickets she has. They're waiting at a table for the others and Nori takes the time not passed with snatches of conversation wondering whether this outing is going to end in the same vein as the last place she took Hannibal.

She hopes not.

"I'm kind of excited to see the original cast before they all split," she says idly. "I mean...the guys are kinda cute. Way better than the stodgy boring portraits of old white dudes you get in history books." She waits a beat, giving a little smile. "Nothing on you though. Unless you happen to have green satin breeches, in which case..."

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Remy smiles at her, watching her, and the room, close to her now as he just enjoys actually doing something he rarely gets to do. Go see a show. It's a nice thing to get out and enjoy time with adults and not just the same person, no matter how awesome that person might be.

Remy laughs at her words. "Could prolly get a pair, if you really wanna see me in them?" He is somewhat snickering as he answers her. But he would do it, for her.

And he kissed her cheek and his voice is soft as he admits. "And they are kind of cute, yes."

"You would," she teases. "You never mentioned you liked guys. Or was this an objective agreement?" Noriko asks, looking sideways at him from the corner of her eye.

The conversation is an effort at relieving her nerves at the idea of bringing someone to her world from another, and not only that but someone she knows is capable of causing problems. Someone who has done this before, and not just in the theoretical sense. (Her logic argues that she's caused issues too.)

"It's the ponytails. And the language."

Remy chuckles. "You know me well, chere'." And he nods. "Men and women both have their appeal. S'mostly who someone is that interests me. And you are the only one I am interested in, right now." This time she gets a kiss on the lips, quick as it is.

"And the hips."

She snorted at that and smiled, even though that kiss took off some of her lip color. Teach her to go with lipstick: it didn't smudge much else, though.

"I'm not saying you want to do anything with them, I just find it funny. I mean, if you talk to any of the leads I fully expect you to come find me first," she says, elbowing Remy gently. "Just sayin'."

Speaking of ponytails and hips. Sinric comes down stairs, dressed in what he hopes is an appropriate outfit for their time and the theatre. He's intentionally downplayed his androgyny, dressing in a more masculine style than his usual look.

Still ridiculously petite and young looking, the bar has supplied him with an ID for Noriko's world. Just in case he gets carded.

He spots them and gives them a warm nod. "Good evening."

Hannibal appears a little bit later, wearing impeccable evening dress, with the one difference that his his shirt isn't white but coal grey.

Not even the pocket square is plaid or paisley.

Remy nods to Noriko. "Of course, chere'." He would expect nothing less.

The other two arriving prevents more talk, and he straightens to watch them, one by one, approach. Remy smiles as he sees them, and raises a hand in greeting. "Evening, all. I hope your days have been well."

"Hello Sinric, hello Hannibal," Noriko greets, playing with her necklace, pretending to straighten it. "You're both...very masculine. You don't have to be," she says. She doesn't particularly care that they're more obviously a same-sex couple, and won't brook many arguments about it once they get to New York.

"Are you both ready?"

He bows to Remy. "A pleasure. Thank you for this opportunity, Noriko. I'm very much looking forward to this."

He looks down at his - future costume, for lack of a better word. It's quite an expensive designer jacket. "Is it not appropriate? I can change. It won't take me a moment."

"It is very appropriate," Hannibal assures him. "I will be proud to be seen with you."

Beat.

"Hello, Noriko. Good evening, Monsieur LeBeau."

Remy nods to them, watching them as he smiles. "I hope you are both ready for some fun. This year's show is supposed to be one of the best." He grins at Noriko, eyes excited some, as well.

After all, the show was a good one, and being there with Noriko sounded like a blast.

"You look fine," Noriko tells Sinric, reassuring him as she shakes her head. "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable since it isn't your usual style. But there will be people there in all kinds of styles--don't be concerned too much about what you're wearing."

She moves closer to Remy, pairing off though she doesn't step much away from the other two. "I've heard a lot about the show, and it's supposed to be fairly accurate. Hamilton being likely bi and all, and probably poly. For all the good acting on that did him." Things that will fuck up your life in five or fewer easy steps, apparently.

"If anyone gives your shit, just let me know. I can knock someone's heart out of rhythm from thirty feet, so I can take care of it."

Sinric beams warmly, both at Hannibal's praise and Noriko's kindness. He slips his hand into Hannibal's and bows his thanks to Noriko and Remy. "I hope it shall not come to such need. I would be loathed to spoil an evening with the unkindness of others."

He smiles to Remy. "I look froward to this journey greatly. And this performance. I confess, I know very little about the history of this man, or his nation but it will be a pleasure to learn of it. Are you of the Americas, Monsieur?"

Hannibal closes his hand around Sinric's narrow finger, smiling at the slight, beautiful and androgynous blond figure beside him.

With a nod, he leaves the explanation of American history, and New Orleans, to Remy.

Remy gently touches Noriko's arm, just a light thing, and quick, and smiles as he nods to them. "Indeed, mon ami. I'm from New Orleans, in Louisiana, a state in the southernmost part of America. A large number of French settled there, and mixed with both natives and, when America form, with English speakers, to form a whole new group, the Cajun."

His accent thickened as he explained. "It's a beautiful city, and maybe som'time we can show you bot' it's hospitality."

He glanced toward Noriko, one eyebrow rising. "If you all are ready to go, we can wander through, yes?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that, I've known you way too long to consider calling you anything but your name or your callsign." And even that second one is iffy sometimes: she has issues with the codenames they're assigned, mostly because hers makes her sound like a laundry detergent.

She tunes back in just in time to hear Remy's voice thicken and change as he talks about New Orleans, and the smile it encourages on Noriko's face is undeniable: she really loves it when he talks in his native accent. It's so silly a thing to like, she knows, but still. "I think we're ready. Hannibal has been to our New York--Sinric's probably ready to see it. Are you?" she asks the blond. "You'll enjoy the show, I hope."

"Ready indeed." he smiles, letting them lead the way, still holding Hannibal's hand. "Thank you. I see so many people of your time here, but so little of the cities and places they shape. I very much look forward to seeing New York." he means it, eager and sweet.

He beams to Remy. "I've been to New Orleans. And it is indeed beautiful. Yrael opened a door into it for a festival. Mardi Gras, I believe it was called?" he looks to Hannibal for confirmation. "I found it a wonderful and welcoming place. So vibrant. And the music!"

Hannibal nods. "I have been there, both in my world and with Yrael, and I treasure it as a amazing city. I am looking forward to seeing the impression New York will make on Sinric here."

"S'home, and always will be." Only when he was with Noriko did Remy feel more at home than when he was in New Orleans. "Let's get the night started then. After you, Noriko."

Remy walked with Noriko, to lead the way to the door, letting her open it, then holding it for all. It would be a fun night, he hoped, for everyone.

"Just don't be surprised when you hear some truly colorful language," she says, and opens the door onto West 46th Street, the one the theatre is on: they're just off Times Square, and the noise from people and cars is audible, the excitement contagious.

Noriko looks up out of habit towards the second-and-third-story windows, seeing a torso leaning out of one. She smiles and lifts a hand to wave, transported back to grinning like a child when the person--face too far away to see detail, but with a ponytail--waves back.

"This should be cool."

Sinric chuckles. "I enjoy colourful language."

He steps out onto the bright city, in awe of the bustle and brightness. He looks up at the towering buildings, past the waving child and up and up.

The sheer height of it all is wonderful and overwhelming, almost dizzy with vertigo. He laughs brightly, falling backwards into Hannibal.

Hannibal laughs, catching him as he does. "This is some city," he says, wrapping his arms fondly around Sinric.

Remy grins as they moved into the lights and night, letting himself fall into an almost strut, a rolling walk as he walks with them, one hand touching Noriko's arm in silent warmth and connection.

They were in New York, old haunting grounds, and in the wild world now, and his eyes and senses moved all around them, watching the people and vantage points, finding exits and entrances, without even consciously deciding to do so.

"The City that Never Sleeps is awake and full of laughter tonight."

Noriko takes Remy's hand as they wander towards the theatre, squeezing gently and brushing their shoulders together. "I love this city. There's no other place like it in the world," she says, twirling nimbly on her heels and delighting in the brush of a breeze whistling down the street.

"These heights are nothing. You gotta see the Empire State Building," she laughs at Sinric, watching him lean back into Hannibal.

Sinric pulls Hannibal's arms around him in a warm hugs, stealing a kiss before following their lead. "There's an empire here? I understood America was a Greek democracy?"

He tucks one hand in Hannibal's as they walk, scanning back and forth, taking everything in. It's all so bright and wonderful. He strains to catch snatches of music, the babble of conversation, the clothes of the people they pass.

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