ooc; open log because as I've said before the minute someone asks I go "SURE!"

[justicereigns]

Where: The train ride
Who: Smoker, Tashigi and ANYONE/EVERYONE (feel free to jump in the Tashigi/Smoker thread or make your own)
Why: I'm a sucker for logs and guuhhh cute stuff resolution
What: Taking the train from St. Poplar to Water 7, Smoker dealing with Tashigi's SECRET motion sickness
When: Thursday COMING BACK.
Rating: G for sweet and cute unless someone amps it <3



Smoker checked in on the separate bedroom car he'd gotten his Ensign. It figures. She would have motion sickness. Good thing he'd never dragged her along on his bike. And at the minimum she didn't get seasick because if there was marine in this world who would, just to frustrate him further, it would wind up being her. "Hey little lady," he joked knowing how much she hated being called that. "Have a drink." He didn't tell her what was in it. A combination of what Michiko had suggested.

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[swordsofjustice.livejournal.com]

The girl couldn't help the soft groan that left her chest, but as brown eyes opened and she sat up slowly in the bed, she looked up at Smoker apologetically, knowing that she was only being a bother with this whole thing. "T-thank you, Smoker-san..." She took the drink and almost took a sip... Almost gagging when the smell of alcohol plagued her nose. Brows drew tightly together and she held it out to him. "No... thank you sir, it's not going to help any..."

OOC: I'm sorry I joined so late XD;; I didn't know when to jump in

[zenigata-icpo.livejournal.com]

Smoke lingered in the air, as Zenigata stared out the window of the train car with a cigarette hanging from his lower lip. While he preferred his Shinseis, this brand he picked up in Water 7 was a nice blend.

The sun was reflected in the water, shimmering like golden sequins against the dark blue. It was hard to believe he was riding a train on the ocean; the ride was incredibly smooth, more like a regular train on a brand new track. Speaking of which, the inspector could remember riding the regular kind who knows how many times, but he couldn't remember watching the scenery. He was so involved in his work, he rarely glanced out the window to observe his surroundings. Even though he was aggravated over losing Lupin, he was somewhat thankful that he had this chance to stop and smell the roses for once in his hectic life.