It hadn't been too hard to keep up his new found nudist habits on the ship. Really, all he had to do was stay more or less in his room, give his roommate an extraordinarily wide berth to avoid being turned into grape juice -- still a prominent fear of his -- and feed himself when less people were in the cafeteria rather than more. It had worked out pretty well so far, no one had yet pinned him down and demanded he get back into his uniform.
But Yossarian had, eventually, gotten cabin fever. It was that that had lead him on a midday stroll through the ship, figuring he'd been here long enough by now and probably ought to explore the place. It had been that line of thought that had led the bombardier -- though he was hardly that anymore, was he? And thank god, too -- to the garden.
It was peaceful enough, Yossarian had to admit. He'd have pocketed his hands as he strolled but, well, one had to be wearing pants to pocket one's hands. But it was a luxury he could go without.
And just as he began to wonder if perhaps he was lost -- and with the thought came the obligatory concern that he would die and rot in this lovely garden, lost and unmourned -- when the form of Palpatine came into sight. Spirits immediately brighter, he headed toward him.
"Has anyone ever gotten lost and died in this garden?" was his called greeting, accompanied with a look of vague concern. It was a more pressing issue than hello, and he felt he had to get it out of the way.
"Not that I'm aware of, no," replied Palpatine, eyes still closed. There was something familiar about that question... oh yes, someone had been asking if anyone had died from roommate-crushing.
He politely raised himself so that he was propped up on his elbows, and finally opened his eyes. He gasped at the sight of the man before him. "Oh! You're... naked." Yes, he excelled at stating the obvious! "What happened to your clothes?"
It took some effort to keep his gaze away from certain areas that weren't polite to stare at. Looking at his face, he found that it was the same man he'd conversed with on the message board.
"Oh." Yossarian seemed almost disappointed with the answer. "Well, good." He thought on this new information with a frown, coming to a stop near Palpatine. He started thoughtfully at nothing for a few seconds, scratched the back of his head, and finally broke into a wide smile.
"That's good!" he announced, and only then did he seem to hear Palpatine's question. He directed his gaze downward for confirmation, then nodded. "Yeah. I took them off."
And with that explanation he seated himself, wiggled for comfort, and seemed perfectly content to invade the older man's meditation period with his presence.
Palpatine should have picked up on the disappointment in his first answer, and been curious about it, but his Force perceptions tended to lessen when his mind was on other things.
Like the fact that this man was naked. And sitting next to him. And...very naked, yes.
He rose to a sitting position himself, turning towards Yossarian. The blanket he liked to spread here was actually large enough to have a picnic on (if only meals were allowed outside the cafeteria), so it accommodated the two men easily. "Did you...find them too restricting?" he asked, trying not to glance down. MUST. NOT. LOOK. THERE... well, perhaps just a quick peek...
"Something like that," Yossarian agreed. He seemed completely oblivious to the other man's discomfort. A few people had acted like that back on base, but most of them there were used to Yossarian's strange antics. It was a reaction he got more often up here, and he'd gotten used to it. The guy would probably get over it sooner or later.
Yossarian rubbed his stomach thoughtfully, frowned, and added, "I took them off because they were covered in Snowden, actually. Then I didn't want to put them on again."
This garden was a pretty peaceful place, wasn't it? Yossarian should have come here earlier. Even if there wasn't any sunlight to enjoy it in, even if it couldn't rival the warm beach he was used to, it wasn't a bad replacement.
It was a good thing Palpatine had... made a deposit under the bush earlier -- otherwise, the sight of a naked person would have an even stronger effect on him.
"Snowden? There's no snow on this ship...is there?" He had never seen any. He and little Kairi had never made their request for weather of any sort to take place in the garden.
Palpatine found himself hoping the other man would sprawl out a bit, show off his lithe young body. No, he commanded himself. Don't get excited. There's been no indication that this boy is seeking sex.
"No, Snowden." Yossarian directed an annoyed glance over at Palpatine. OF course the man should know that that was a name, everyone should. Yossarian knew it. It was the responsibility of the rest of the world to keep up.
But the irritated faded in half a second and he directed his gaze back out toward the various flowers and bushes.
"He was this kid I used to know," he tacked on, figuring he may as well provide a little more information.
"Oh, sorry," said Palpatine of his mistake with the name. He wondered what had transpired between the 'kid' and the other man to make him not desire to wear clothing that bore his scent. Palpatine himself certainly appreciated such things. He still had Anakin's ratty old cloak for that reason. -Errr... he used to have it. Damn space/time continuum-breaking, universe-shifting explosion. "Someone you didn't like?" he asked simply.
It seemed he was destined to misunderstand Yossarian.
"I hardly knew him." Yossarian's apathetic stare began to drift toward and frown again. "Except that he was just a kid and never stood a chance."
Why were they talking about this? Yossarian hadn't been flung, apparently, through space and time to talk about the things that had happened in a plane over Avingnon, had he? That would be something of a letdown. The future was supposed to be more exciting than that. But a subject change seemed as though it would take more effort than he was willing to put forth just now.
"Ah. A one night stand," Palpatine replied, nodding. So his companion did like men! That was a start. He was apparently too new on board to be aware of Palpatine's dirty old man reputation. Unless... he knew and that's why he'd come to visit with him... hmmmm.
Yossarian blinked. He blinked again. He forced himself to rewind, replay the last few steps of their conversation. He knew how it'd sounded from his end, he hadn't even considered what his company might be making of it. That wasn't usually a concern, after all.
"What?" he finally asked, and turned an incredulous stare onto Palpatine. One night stand? Where had that come from? They weren't talking about girls, were they?
"The kid you spoke of," explained Palpatine. The confusion surprised him -- it had seemed so clear to him that that's what the matter was. "Never stood a chance? ...can't stand the scent of him on your clothes? Was he... too needy?" Palpatine had certainly been the fuck'em-and-leave'em type in his twenties, the age that he estimated Yossarian to be.
"What?" Yossarian asked again, and shook his head looking absolutely bewildered. This old guy must be senile. He couldn't find the connection that was apparently clear to Palpatine. He hadn't even mentioned girls!
"No, no," he said, heaving a patient sigh. "Snowden's guts all over my clothes."
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"No, it wasn't her. It was flack, and I bandaged the wrong wound." Yossarian found himself frowning again. He still didn't like the direction this conversation was taking. Again, not a very exciting future so far.
"Hey," he said suddenly, the topic of future suddenly sparking a curiosity. "Did they find God out here yet?"
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"God?" The girl perked up.
Lucy had been there in the garden smelling flowers all along, but she hadn't thought to say anything until that one word. "What of God?" The Diclonius asked while picking herself up from the ground to make her way towards the couple.
But Yossarian had, eventually, gotten cabin fever. It was that that had lead him on a midday stroll through the ship, figuring he'd been here long enough by now and probably ought to explore the place. It had been that line of thought that had led the bombardier -- though he was hardly that anymore, was he? And thank god, too -- to the garden.
It was peaceful enough, Yossarian had to admit. He'd have pocketed his hands as he strolled but, well, one had to be wearing pants to pocket one's hands. But it was a luxury he could go without.
And just as he began to wonder if perhaps he was lost -- and with the thought came the obligatory concern that he would die and rot in this lovely garden, lost and unmourned -- when the form of Palpatine came into sight. Spirits immediately brighter, he headed toward him.
"Has anyone ever gotten lost and died in this garden?" was his called greeting, accompanied with a look of vague concern. It was a more pressing issue than hello, and he felt he had to get it out of the way.
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He politely raised himself so that he was propped up on his elbows, and finally opened his eyes. He gasped at the sight of the man before him. "Oh! You're... naked." Yes, he excelled at stating the obvious! "What happened to your clothes?"
It took some effort to keep his gaze away from certain areas that weren't polite to stare at. Looking at his face, he found that it was the same man he'd conversed with on the message board.
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"That's good!" he announced, and only then did he seem to hear Palpatine's question. He directed his gaze downward for confirmation, then nodded. "Yeah. I took them off."
And with that explanation he seated himself, wiggled for comfort, and seemed perfectly content to invade the older man's meditation period with his presence.
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Like the fact that this man was naked. And sitting next to him. And...very naked, yes.
He rose to a sitting position himself, turning towards Yossarian. The blanket he liked to spread here was actually large enough to have a picnic on (if only meals were allowed outside the cafeteria), so it accommodated the two men easily. "Did you...find them too restricting?" he asked, trying not to glance down. MUST. NOT. LOOK. THERE... well, perhaps just a quick peek...
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Yossarian rubbed his stomach thoughtfully, frowned, and added, "I took them off because they were covered in Snowden, actually. Then I didn't want to put them on again."
This garden was a pretty peaceful place, wasn't it? Yossarian should have come here earlier. Even if there wasn't any sunlight to enjoy it in, even if it couldn't rival the warm beach he was used to, it wasn't a bad replacement.
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"Snowden? There's no snow on this ship...is there?" He had never seen any. He and little Kairi had never made their request for weather of any sort to take place in the garden.
Palpatine found himself hoping the other man would sprawl out a bit, show off his lithe young body. No, he commanded himself. Don't get excited. There's been no indication that this boy is seeking sex.
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But the irritated faded in half a second and he directed his gaze back out toward the various flowers and bushes.
"He was this kid I used to know," he tacked on, figuring he may as well provide a little more information.
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It seemed he was destined to misunderstand Yossarian.
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Why were they talking about this? Yossarian hadn't been flung, apparently, through space and time to talk about the things that had happened in a plane over Avingnon, had he? That would be something of a letdown. The future was supposed to be more exciting than that. But a subject change seemed as though it would take more effort than he was willing to put forth just now.
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"What?" he finally asked, and turned an incredulous stare onto Palpatine. One night stand? Where had that come from? They weren't talking about girls, were they?
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"No, no," he said, heaving a patient sigh. "Snowden's guts all over my clothes."
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Palpatine idly wondered how large the other man was when aroused.
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"Hey," he said suddenly, the topic of future suddenly sparking a curiosity. "Did they find God out here yet?"
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Lucy had been there in the garden smelling flowers all along, but she hadn't thought to say anything until that one word. "What of God?" The Diclonius asked while picking herself up from the ground to make her way towards the couple.
"God is nowhere to be found."
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