[ It's a relief to see Yujin arrive so quickly. They've got maybe a couple of hours, if the crew can be relied upon to have a few stragglers, until they're supposed to be setting off to be pirates in the sky. ]
The door's right there, Yujin.
[ I take you saying my name out loud and I raise you me saying your name out loud in precise and gentle reprimand. Brows raised, clearly teasing, but he's not here to spoil a surprise two seconds before revealing it. A slight tweak at the corner of his mouth betrays a smirk, and he tilts his head toward the sim room. ]
After you.
[ After you because the reveal is pretty much immediate on entry. He's already set everything up, and as Yujin makes his way inside he'll find himself stepping into the hallway preceding the Ritz Hotel's Palm Court, pianist already seated at the grand piano and playing gentle accompaniment.
The Court itself awaits, empty of anyone else for now beyond the host who stands ready to lead them to their seats. ]
I didn't think there'd be a lot of opportunity for celebrating in style once we set sail on the high skies.
[ He looks just a little bit pleased with himself. Photographic memory and the simulation room's technology make for a mean replica of ridiculously ostentatious British luxury - not a gift exactly but also not, he hopes, a bad start to a (birth)day. It occurs to him only belatedly that he himself is still in station casuals, and that he's accounted for that too. ]
—Oh, and if you want to change, just think it and the room should fix it for you. But nobody's going to pull you up on dress code either way.
[Yujin only gets a moment to throw Stephen a look of amused skepticism before, heeding that invitation, he takes his first step into the sim room before Stephen.
And directly into the ornate decor and floating melody of the Ritz.
For a moment, Yujin's stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide, as if they'll take in more of all of this better, that way. There's a brief instant where he actually looks alarmed, twisting around to stare at Stephen with his mouth agape and both eyebrows raised high. (The architecture looks... sort of familiar, but where is this? he wants to say, but instead, his mouth is just going to continue to hang so very stupidly open.)
But he is, when it comes down to the wire, very good at recovering. He shuts his mouth, lips pressed together in a tight line; that line curves a little, reluctantly, like Yujin is willing it away or at least smaller. That shy little smile, however, is already there, even as his eyes avoid Stephen's. With a hand raised to modestly cover his mouth, and to distract from the fact that he's turning a little pink (mortifying!!!! really!!!!), he turns away and glides over to their host.]
You're ridiculous. [he says, glancing up at Stephen with a disbelieving, yet warm, laugh. The architecture is... familiar, in a style he remembers from his own time, but not anywhere he knows. Perhaps he simply hasn't been here yet?]
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The door's right there, Yujin.
[ I take you saying my name out loud and I raise you me saying your name out loud in precise and gentle reprimand. Brows raised, clearly teasing, but he's not here to spoil a surprise two seconds before revealing it. A slight tweak at the corner of his mouth betrays a smirk, and he tilts his head toward the sim room. ]
After you.
[ After you because the reveal is pretty much immediate on entry. He's already set everything up, and as Yujin makes his way inside he'll find himself stepping into the hallway preceding the Ritz Hotel's Palm Court, pianist already seated at the grand piano and playing gentle accompaniment.
The Court itself awaits, empty of anyone else for now beyond the host who stands ready to lead them to their seats. ]
I didn't think there'd be a lot of opportunity for celebrating in style once we set sail on the high skies.
[ He looks just a little bit pleased with himself. Photographic memory and the simulation room's technology make for a mean replica of ridiculously ostentatious British luxury - not a gift exactly but also not, he hopes, a bad start to a (birth)day. It occurs to him only belatedly that he himself is still in station casuals, and that he's accounted for that too. ]
—Oh, and if you want to change, just think it and the room should fix it for you. But nobody's going to pull you up on dress code either way.
IM SORRY HOW DID THIS GET SO LATE
And directly into the ornate decor and floating melody of the Ritz.
For a moment, Yujin's stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide, as if they'll take in more of all of this better, that way. There's a brief instant where he actually looks alarmed, twisting around to stare at Stephen with his mouth agape and both eyebrows raised high. (The architecture looks... sort of familiar, but where is this? he wants to say, but instead, his mouth is just going to continue to hang so very stupidly open.)
But he is, when it comes down to the wire, very good at recovering. He shuts his mouth, lips pressed together in a tight line; that line curves a little, reluctantly, like Yujin is willing it away or at least smaller. That shy little smile, however, is already there, even as his eyes avoid Stephen's. With a hand raised to modestly cover his mouth, and to distract from the fact that he's turning a little pink (mortifying!!!! really!!!!), he turns away and glides over to their host.]
You're ridiculous. [he says, glancing up at Stephen with a disbelieving, yet warm, laugh. The architecture is... familiar, in a style he remembers from his own time, but not anywhere he knows. Perhaps he simply hasn't been here yet?]
When did you come up with this?