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The Suit and Tie Meme

Congratulations. If your character is in this meme, it doesn't matter if they're male, female, humanoid or not - if they're tagging in or waiting it out - they're now sporting the classiest of suits and ties. Is there an event? Some bizarre clothing swap? Are you spies, other kinds of professionals? Don't ask. That's for you to answer. Just enjoy the formalwear.
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Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim | OTA
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It's not as if he could even manage to find a proper date for this thing.
Still. They'd wanted a party, honoring the job that they did, honoring the falling Rangers, so the survivors had to pretty up and make nice. Max hadn't been allowed, despite Chuck's insistence that he's basically Striker's mascot, so Chuck is...less than pleased. It's mostly political, anyway, no what Chuck would think of as your average citizen invited, and that's not sitting well. Partially because it means more politeness and less posturing, but mostly because it feels sort of off.
A few hours into this thing and Chuck's lurking by the windows, hiding and maybe pretending the sight of Becket in a suit isn't making his mouth go dry because damn. The blue is really bringing out his eyes, and the cut...Chuck keeps his eyes off of him.
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He's holding a glass in his hand filled about half way with amber liquid, fingertips light at Mako's lower back as he guides her away from a leering politician and that much closer to where Chuck happens to be lurking.
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Chuck feels uncomfortable enough in this damn monkey suit and a tie that feels like it's trying to strangle him. He really doesn't need Raleigh coming over and pressing his...his presence on him.
...Mako does look incredible though, and he tells her as much.
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Mako always looks incredible though she's very sweet about the compliment and even Raleigh looks impressed that Chuck actually managed to spit something out that wasn't trite or cheap.
She lingers with them for a little while until she's stolen away for a dance, leaving Chuck and Raleigh to fend for themselves.
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Though he wishes she'd stayed, now he's left alone with Rahhhleigh.
Chuck's gonna focus on his plate. It's safer.
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...Thanks a lot, Mako. Seriously. Raleigh is sort of glaring daggers into her back, a little jealous and annoyed that he's been left with Hansen.
So while Chuck focuses on his plate, Raleigh just...sips at his drink, a faint depression between his eyebrows the only indication that he's even remotely annoyed.
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"Nice monkey suit."
And he does mean that, it fits and flatters and does things to Chuck's gut that he's not gonna admit without about a dozen more drinks, but they're awkward and uncomfortable and pushing his buttons is comforting and familiar.
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"Thanks." Raleigh chooses not to take the bait and instead treats it like a compliment. He does cut <a href=" http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28600000/Charlie-Hunnam-charlie-hunnam-28645781-1000-1333.jpg>a damn fine image</a>; though these days, he's not gloating. He's just staying in the shadows with Chuck Hansen, trying to avoid the public at large.</p>
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Chuck sighs and leans against the pillar.
"You look like you're having about much fun as I am," he says wryly, stabbing at his plate.
ew it ate my formatting
"Yeah," he grunts, taking another long swig. "It's just a blast, isn't it?"
:( so hungry
Re: :( so hungry
"Yeah, a bit."
Pointless and a waste of time. He could so be doing something else.
Anything else.
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And maybe, at the end of the day, it was just someone wanting to enjoy the fact that hey, we aren't all going to die as food for the Kaiju. But even so, Kirk wasn't a man for a suit and tie, having completely done away with the latter by now and leaving his first two buttons popped open. He snagged a beer and made a bee line for the doors leading to what he prayed to God was something bigger than a ten by ten room.
Well, he got his wish after wandering around for about five minutes without a clue where he was going like that girl in that maze movie. He stepped into the hangar and his eyes widened as he came face to face with Gipsy Danger, and for the first time in his life he felt very, very small. He sucked in a breath, gazing at it with open admiration, not bothering to check if he was alone so no one else could see his gawking.
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He's pretty sure that's not allowed at the moment, and besides -- Raleigh's got company now.
"Beautiful, right?" He takes a sip of his beer. "That's my girl."
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Kirk jumped and turned to blink at Raleigh, for a minute hating that he had been snuck up on. He wasn't a soldier, but it still made him uncomfortable. He shrugged it off quickly though. It was a party, and he knew exactly who this guy was. What was the point in snapping at the man who had just saved the whole damn planet, probably the universe?
His mouth quirked and he sipped his own beer, leaning on the railing. "Yeah. I wish I had gotten the chance to pilot one of them, but I failed the tests - multiple times." He gave the other something of a wry grin. "What's it like, being inside her?"
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"Unlike anything I've ever experienced," he says honestly, leaning on the railing a little as he looks up at the massive form in front of them. The balcony really gives them a good view of the conn pod, and Raleigh leans over a little, looking all the way down the rest of her. She's gorgeous - always would be. She's been rebuilt, recommissioned, her AI reinstalled just for this -- and for preservation. Billions of dollars poured into Gipsy 2.0, and she's like coming home after a long, long day.
"Feels pretty powerful, I guess."
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"I guess it would. 25 stories of the latest tech and enough power to take down the Kaiju..." he murmured. He hoped that those things never found a way back, but you never knew, and for once the government was actually listening rather than keeping their heads stuck up their asses.
He turned to Raleigh and held out his hand. "Name's James T. Kirk, but Kirk is fine," he smiled at him, his grim charming, and had gotten him out of more trouble than he liked to admit. "I'm a member of the new para-military organization Star Fleet. Which I guess is how I got invited here, though I bet I'll get chewed out for wandering off."
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Raleigh isn't convinced they've seen the last of the kaiju -- he was one of the biggest advocates in Gipsy's reconstruction. Gave everyone something to do, at least.
"Raleigh Becket," he says as he shakes Kirk's hand, returning the grin with one of his own. "I've heard of it." Sounded interesting, to him, though he thinks he's better off staying right where he is, in the Shatterdome.
"You and me both," he says wryly, looking over his shoulder. "I'm technically the guest of honor and I've been gone for a while."
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He snorted, taking a swig of his beer. "To be truthful, I'm not sure anyone's noticed. They're all to busy smiling and trying to squeeze money out of each other." He wasn't good at that - he butted to many heads and he would sooner throw a punch than bow and scrape to get a couple million.
He stretched and growled when the jacket restricted his movements, shoving off like a man getting out of a straight jacket. "Ugh, I hate fancy party dress! How do people move in these things?!"
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"Yeah. Not really my kind of party," he admits, lifting one shoulder.
The squirming has him chuckling though, and shaking his head.
"Got me. I feel like I can't move half the time."
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"You're telling me," he finally got the jacket off and after about two seconds of consideration chucked it over the railing and hoped the impact below was enough to destroy it.
He turned back to Raleigh and the grin was back, flashing white teeth and natural charm. Blue eyes glinted mischievously and he made a circling motion with his beer bottle.
"So, Raleigh, want to take a guy on a tour and go unnoticed a little longer?" he asked. God anything to keep from having to go back in there, anything at all.
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Raleigh had to laugh at the sight of the jacket fluttering down and he shakes his head, amused.
"Jonesing for a tour of that conn pod, aren't you?" Raleigh's eyes twinkle; he wouldn't mind paying Gipsy a visit.
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"I promise not to break anything," he crossed his heart like a good Boy Scout, but the twinkle in his eye suggested very well he had not said "won't touch."
"And I won't kiss and tell," he added and winked, though looking Raleigh up and down, kissing would not be a chore at all.
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Oh, Raleigh noticed what Kirk left out of that sentence. He's a lot like Raleigh, in some ways.
"Good to know," he says with a smirk, grin widening at that comment. "C'mon. Gotta take the elevator."
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