If you thought Rico was going to show up in his Judge uniform, pauldrons golden and shiny, then boy are you in for a surprise. Rico is young, vain, and he likes his finery. He doesn't have many occasions to indulge in finery, after all. And part of it is letting other people see. As in keeping with absolute cutting-edge Mega-City One fashion in 2080, he's wearing a decorative facepiece in lieu of his helmet, and dressed in a replica of a Euro-cit style inspired suit by rising fashion star Randy Gitt.
But he's enjoying himself, even if others may not be. Snagging the last dainty finger food even if another hand was reaching for it at the same time, hovering around the bar despite not getting an alcoholic drink, or leaning against an alcove, making judgements on passing people's clothing as he watches everyone glide by.
Or maybe later, somewhere discreet, he might be getting blitzed out of his mind. He's supposed to conduct himself as a Judge in public - Beeny could be watching at any moment. But at the same time, as the evening wears on, the open bar is starting to look more and more like a great idea. He figures - why the hell shouldn't I? Everyone else is. So he has a glass or two. Or more. He feels great. He's not even pissed when they eventually have to cut him off. A fancy, shmancy event like this where he's the center of attention, openly gets to dress up and look good in public? He feels like a damn prince. Like something straight out of the old holo-vids, or a dream palace.
Yeah. He's feeling good. So out he saunters, feeling only the slightest bit unsteady on his feet. Really.
Panel and Q&A
During the panel, it's like he's a completely different person. Charismatic, easy-going, with a smile that looks just about as natural as it gets. Friendly. Harmless. He fields Claire's questions with a social grace he hasn't quite shown before, indicating that he does have them after all.
But during the Q&A, his responses are still a little too... weird. A little too intense. A little harsh, abrupt when it comes to certain topics. And although the topic veers close at times, it's a minor miracle that somebody hasn't asked him about what he thinks about The United Planets or their judiciary and governing systems yet.
And then somebody asks a very stupid question.
There's a pregnant, dangerous pause.
"Excuse me?" Rico asks. Something in his veneer cracks. "I don't believe I heard you right."
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If you thought Rico was going to show up in his Judge uniform, pauldrons golden and shiny, then boy are you in for a surprise. Rico is young, vain, and he likes his finery. He doesn't have many occasions to indulge in finery, after all. And part of it is letting other people see. As in keeping with absolute cutting-edge Mega-City One fashion in 2080, he's wearing a decorative facepiece in lieu of his helmet, and dressed in a replica of a Euro-cit style inspired suit by rising fashion star Randy Gitt.
But he's enjoying himself, even if others may not be. Snagging the last dainty finger food even if another hand was reaching for it at the same time, hovering around the bar despite not getting an alcoholic drink, or leaning against an alcove, making judgements on passing people's clothing as he watches everyone glide by.
Or maybe later, somewhere discreet, he might be getting blitzed out of his mind. He's supposed to conduct himself as a Judge in public - Beeny could be watching at any moment. But at the same time, as the evening wears on, the open bar is starting to look more and more like a great idea. He figures - why the hell shouldn't I? Everyone else is. So he has a glass or two. Or more. He feels great. He's not even pissed when they eventually have to cut him off. A fancy, shmancy event like this where he's the center of attention, openly gets to dress up and look good in public? He feels like a damn prince. Like something straight out of the old holo-vids, or a dream palace.
Yeah. He's feeling good. So out he saunters, feeling only the slightest bit unsteady on his feet. Really.
Panel and Q&A
During the panel, it's like he's a completely different person. Charismatic, easy-going, with a smile that looks just about as natural as it gets. Friendly. Harmless. He fields Claire's questions with a social grace he hasn't quite shown before, indicating that he does have them after all.
But during the Q&A, his responses are still a little too... weird. A little too intense. A little harsh, abrupt when it comes to certain topics. And although the topic veers close at times, it's a minor miracle that somebody hasn't asked him about what he thinks about The United Planets or their judiciary and governing systems yet.
And then somebody asks a very stupid question.
There's a pregnant, dangerous pause.
"Excuse me?" Rico asks. Something in his veneer cracks. "I don't believe I heard you right."