Juno can tell almost as soon as he arrives here that this place is about as cheap as the free mints by the checkout corner of a dime store. It oozes sex, corruption, and the sort of poor decisions that can only be made by those with nothing to lose. That's not the part of the city they send him to, of course. Most of Juno's initial impression is of the shiny, the clean, the Up.
He hates it.
When he breaks away he slips into the Down, into the slimy, dirty underbelly of the city, and while he's not about to let himself relax there, some of the particular tension associated with having too much space and not enough gathered dust eases away from him. In the Up he can see the sky, no dome, and it's so wrong that Juno can't get out of there fast enough. In the Down he's going to skulk about and try to figure out what he can, preferably in the shittiest bar around.
Once he's had a couple of drinks, he's ready to start asking questions. Like "What sort of radiation effects do you get here?", "What's a lady got to do to find someone to keep him warm?", and sometimes "What's the law enforcement around here like?"
II. Lies Travel in Company
It's the kind of scene that makes Juno wish he was anywhere but here, or maybe dead. He watches the Submissives that board almost as much as he pays attention to what they see outside. If he's a little anxious and twitchy throughout this experience, well, that's hardly his fault.
He gets off when the inhabitants of the Down do, feeling the need to be on something that's not moving almost as much as he feels the need to get away from all of this. Juno leans his shoulder against an ally wall, but if he notices he's being watched he'll just shrug.
"It seems like this is cleaner than all of what was going on there."
III. End in the Discord
This is much more Juno's style, and he's not afraid to make that very obvious. It isn't that he's more Submissive than Dominant — he is, but that's not the point. It's that these kinds of societies and roles aren't very enjoyable, and he'd rather off avoid the whole thing. Third door, sure, why not, or no door at all.
Here he can mingle like everyone he talks to is a person, and he's submitted his name to the drawing because why the hell not. Juno's also halfway through his glass of whiskey and ready to flirt with most people because he'd rather not think right now, and sex is a great way not to think.
"I'm surprised they didn't pass out mascara and have us all draw lines on our throats," he says, then, "Can I buy you a drink?"
Juno Steel | Penumbra | Dominant
Juno can tell almost as soon as he arrives here that this place is about as cheap as the free mints by the checkout corner of a dime store. It oozes sex, corruption, and the sort of poor decisions that can only be made by those with nothing to lose. That's not the part of the city they send him to, of course. Most of Juno's initial impression is of the shiny, the clean, the Up.
He hates it.
When he breaks away he slips into the Down, into the slimy, dirty underbelly of the city, and while he's not about to let himself relax there, some of the particular tension associated with having too much space and not enough gathered dust eases away from him. In the Up he can see the sky, no dome, and it's so wrong that Juno can't get out of there fast enough. In the Down he's going to skulk about and try to figure out what he can, preferably in the shittiest bar around.
Once he's had a couple of drinks, he's ready to start asking questions. Like "What sort of radiation effects do you get here?", "What's a lady got to do to find someone to keep him warm?", and sometimes "What's the law enforcement around here like?"
II. Lies Travel in Company
It's the kind of scene that makes Juno wish he was anywhere but here, or maybe dead. He watches the Submissives that board almost as much as he pays attention to what they see outside. If he's a little anxious and twitchy throughout this experience, well, that's hardly his fault.
He gets off when the inhabitants of the Down do, feeling the need to be on something that's not moving almost as much as he feels the need to get away from all of this. Juno leans his shoulder against an ally wall, but if he notices he's being watched he'll just shrug.
"It seems like this is cleaner than all of what was going on there."
III. End in the Discord
This is much more Juno's style, and he's not afraid to make that very obvious. It isn't that he's more Submissive than Dominant — he is, but that's not the point. It's that these kinds of societies and roles aren't very enjoyable, and he'd rather off avoid the whole thing. Third door, sure, why not, or no door at all.
Here he can mingle like everyone he talks to is a person, and he's submitted his name to the drawing because why the hell not. Juno's also halfway through his glass of whiskey and ready to flirt with most people because he'd rather not think right now, and sex is a great way not to think.
"I'm surprised they didn't pass out mascara and have us all draw lines on our throats," he says, then, "Can I buy you a drink?"
IV. Wildcard