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Cognitive Disonnance is supposed to be uncomfortable right?.
Okay, perhaps her Superego would get back to her on that one.
Beyond those philosophical concerns, a raft of practical considerations lay in way. This manifested firstly in the jarring reminder that there was still the matter of club security, today's detail consisting of the usual ex-military personnel half the Figure's size. Despite being of a far smaller frame, the woman had a posture that emanated confidence and she spoke to the bouncers with a casual sort of ease, completely unconcerned for the whirling mass of humanity they held at bay, outside the club. Syukein Terkata, agent of the Projected Irregularity of Xenonier and already on another mission.
"Two Pills Davie. Just Two; Of course not, I value your agreements. Absolutely. Thankyou dear. No, we won't be organising any of those events in the future yes, more pressing manners to attend to on my part, not that I would petition you to stop any other organisation pulling such a thing off No? I make it worthwhile? Well I am flattered but you should attempt something nevertheless. Understood, no problem dear."
Moments later, the smaller female figure took a moment to sign off with a movement of the fingers, before she was directed through another long hallway, staggering along with chuckles from the guards behind her as she held her hands in front of her form and kept an expression of childlike (and glazed-eye) wonder all over her face. Beyond the entrance passageway awaited a multicoloured, fluorescent and rather unpredictable world. The lumonious haze of reflected colours seemed to daunt her for a second, the expression on her face momentarily vulnerable. Her expression changed to something of a demure smile seconds later even as she moved swiftly through the crowds, exchanging pleasantries with the occasional person. After a few minor interruptions; including stepping over a pile of inebriated patrons who had tackled each other in an attempt to fight for a signed guitar. Brushing that distraction ... and her disagreement with a bar stool that refused to get out of the way, Kata managed to wander into the turntable deck.
A number of visual screens set up in the room provided an omniscient view of the club's activites on all levels, thus allowing anyone so inclined to tailor specific aspects of the music to match crowd enthusiasm, attitudes and general requirements. Sometimes, people even shouted and threw filth at the observation cameras in order to get their way, it was a recreational club, after all. Given the barrage of electronically-influenced, guitar-driven music that flowed from speakers long before Kata had ever arrived, one might have expected a DJ or musician to be directing the auditory chaos and that would have been an astute observation ... had Syukein TerKata actually shown up on time. All complaints about her tardiness had so far only been met with a combination of smiles, sarcasm and derision on her part however; the Xenonian agent had become incredibly popular as a musician in the Univarian club scene lately. The crowds would wait, partly due to general feeling that her chronic lack of respect for club patrons and timetables earned her a cult status as a desirable young thing an attitude as sharp and arrogantly uncompromising the quality of her mixes themselves.
Two pills. Only two allowed, two more might get the staff worried - and down they went. With the essential "social lubricant" now consumed, a pair of earphones over her neck (they had been there long before her entry to the club) and the usual disdain for any sort of organised local authority already fully on display it was time to party. Moving her hands in a display of virtuosity even boosted Univarian eyes would have struggled to follow, Syu;Kein Terkata qeued up her planned musical ensemble, labelled it Just for Today and strutted right back out of the control box. She had no real need to be anywhere near the control mechanisms anyway and of course, the Club floor was where all the good discussion occurred. Despite being fundamentally a friendly person who had made many a casual friend in her existence here, Kata's personality was still overpowering - people responded better when she acted slightly more like one of them.
Or alternatively, she could just go beat someone up. If her recent popularity was anything to go by, they might well be thanking her for the honour.
(It should come of as no surprise to anyone that they are often mistaken for being the same thing, around these parts. )
Despite the relative ineffectiveness of local narcotics on anyone with a boosted physique, Terkata was using them anyway, being fairly obvious about the whole process. This little round of distractions, along with many other ordeals she was called upon to undertake formed a cornerstone of Xenonian investigative diplomacy. Unlike supposedly more moralistic members of the ESUS or the greater political sphere, the Irregularity had never shied away from investigative realities. Moral complaints simply did not exist amongst the Irregularity's members - in some situations, one had to delve into the gutter for useful information. In order to properly bring about their objectives for the Univarian Block and deal with tensions in the region, their understanding of the Univarian Psyche on all levels had to be formulated with a rigorously objective observational process otherwise, someone would inevitably fuck something up. After the significantly protracted investigation of Rendari interests in the sector and the absolute clusterfuck that had followed trying to integrate those issues with the rising. The minor consideration that such matters required the average Xenos to get rather hammered on a regular basis was naturally, not always seen as a negative.
Certainly not in the eyes of Syukata. Her month of so called "œintelligence gathering" and/or "deep cover operations" had been spent wisely, the Xenonian intelligence agent cashing her chips into an illusion of her being an enlightened, intergalactic homeless. As far as anyone who was near enough to sober and interested enough by her attractive frame and frenetic movements beleived “ she was just one fucking crazy traveller whore on the boomerang run through another section of the universe" and looking for a good time. When the Certain Situations agent left a club at a GODDAMN XENOSFUCKING OBSCENE* hour in the morning, she was staggering around drunk with the blessing of the many, as much due to her musical talents as it was her inhuman tolerance for recreational drugs. Univarians were responding enthusiastically to her character so far, if the accumulation of offers for sex and/or casual club-based companionship was a reasonable measurement for evaluation.
* a meme of her own creation that had exploded in popularity with the Univarians, stolen from a Rendari Civil-Responsibility flyer for their GRRRR HUEGMAN Youth club
Lots of threesomes too.
Almost all of the women very attractive.
"Oh dear the things we .... people happen to make happen in bars. Oh snap. Truly we are the catalysts for those greatest examples of drunken inebriation and accidental genius. Kata slurred her speech deliberately, muttering to herself as she descended and returning waves and casual chat once again.
Taking advantage of her three sixty degree vision, Kata then chose to single out a single target - for her own amusement, of course. Evaluating the masses, her vision found itself most intrigued by the disapproval present in the expression of a member of the crowd. It was poorly hidden, as if the person was attempting to hide the enjoyment they were having under the pretences of loathing for the crowd around her, some of which was probably genuine. A moralistic woman, professional, career-driven this woman was The Univarian Political Secretary for Education. As a bonus - Kata had no need to even introduce herself to earn the girl's disdain. Not a bad beginning at all. Within her own mind, the Xenonian was dancing gaily through a field of infinite possibilities the sky really was the limit as to what could be done with her.
Oh yes, this madame offered opportunities for manipulation and ... prodding. She was one with the money to clearly afford the booth she occupied and yet lacking in the confidence to take pride in it. A jaded, expierienced practionier of this sort of casual day sociological behaviour would at least show the disdain expected of someone of their status. The expectation that they were an arrogant and demeaning prick should provide the ncessary means to cloak this woman's own poorly veiled attraction to the smut of the place, but she hadn't. An Amateur.
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What do we have here? Moments later, the cigarette smoke had become obvious enough for her target to turn around and then vertically vacate her seat in shock. Her surprise and indignation at this interruption doubled when she realised despite her best efforts ... he couldn not find the words to speak. The desire was there, even the command but her mouth would not open. Kata kept smiling.
"Three seconds? D'awwwwww, you are so oblivious when you go hiding under a couple veils of disdain. Surprised? You? Start thinking that I planned this all along madame (she rolled her tongue at the word), and we'll get along so much better. Mrs Education's (as Sjoujuan had begged Kata to Christenn the woman) surprise and confusion continued to duel for control of her reactions. The Xenonian had no intention of letting any sort of control assert itself however - and she continued on, holding a finger to her lips to get the point across. Her voice was low, taut in the manner of a Jazz Singer and spoke with absolute certainty of purpose.
"Due to the graphic nature of this program, viewer discretion is advised."
Despite her responsibilities as an agent of the Irregularity, Kata made absolutely no attempt to hide the genuine enjoyment creeping into her growing smile.
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Expensive booze, but the consequences fell along acceptable parameters, possibly even desirable paramters. Definitely worth it, every single little piece of money Kata had been able to ruffle up without altering any bureaucracies as to her purposes . With the previous night's events long removed and the time for being a public nuisance and cult phenomenon now concluded, she now intended to finish other tasks. Taking a period of fifteen minutes to pack away assorted belongings and personal effects, she made certain her appointment arrival would be defined by punctuality. Thankfully, a combination of the right contacts and actions ensured none of the staff cared about her arrival or leaving. The ones that were intelligent enough to ask questions also managed to be preoccupied with their own deviant behaviours .. and the rest still never bothered to think enough about how a clearly lazy, ignorant, arrogant loudmouth (who sponsored her entertainment more through the funding of others than any personal spending) could afford to stay in one of the more expensive hotels upon Univari's Capital in the first place. Thus it was that she left the hotel and signed out for the last time fairly innoscously; guitar and equipment in both hands.
In some aspects, Syukata found the sheer indifference-driven-incompetence rather boring. No complex tails, no investigations, no sign at all that the government was interested. Just the one clerk who was clearly assigned to figure out who the fuck she was and clearly finding the job difficult due to his equally strong desire to sleep with her. Still, she was not entirely ungrateful; the time saved had been spent to go over other things. Already she had finished a Mangum Opus of a Metal Song to write up to portray the Zerstorendarian Civil War. Even Dirk Fettel had liked it despite the inevitable moment of restrained anger upon realised she had used a Thrice-Damned Tereza-offending WOMAN'S INSTRUMENT in a fiddle. Of course, after such posturing Fettel had only proceeded to put one Ergonomic chair through the wall, indicating his grudging (if never admitted to) approval of how the tone supported the mid-break guitar solo. Following on from such major success necessitated only one course of action selling the song to Univarian record executives, of course; another errand for Kata to attend to while she was here.
Assuming the worst, there was always the option of busking with the damn thing on the way. CardBoard City indeed.
While other aspects of Civilian Administration suffered under the combined weight of Univarian malaise, Kata had known for some time that the public transport systems were delightfully efficient in comparison; that is to say they ran onetime at least. Having paid for her ticket, the Xenonian agent took a moment to stare out at the city skyline as she stood above an access bridge, taking in the sights. People were relatively satisfied despite their grumbling; services performed their intended function (despite always running late) and there was a strong undercurrent of sex and excess that could only have formulated upon the backs of an entire cultural movement. It may well have been in the vein of a wasted, sex-deprived college student who had survived this state in a fugue for year only to encounter enlightenment on his first success following the horror, but it was quaint in that way. Doubtless Syu'Kien Terkata would be one of the first Xenonian in an official role to experience that.
She was going to be a teacher after all. Teachers only partied on Exam dates, when they thought they could get away with it. It took only a cursory examination of the lines outside Univarian education building to determine that this could well be shelved under whenever possible. In between the rather haphazardly arranged groupings of humanity, Kata noted there was a combination of food stalls, buskers and political debating contests occurring even as people continued to move forward presumably with the intent of actually making it inside the building.
Placing one hand into her bag and producing a cap to place on her head, Kata found herself smiling again. Lazy, uncommitted, disorganised, sensual. All guarantors of a good time provided she could successfully sass her way through the queues.