[CITADEL] Autograph Session! [OPEN!]

"Buzzsaw" Buckner sat in a sports equipment and fan store called Chivalry in Shin Akiba, his bloodshot eyes resting behind the visor of his helmet. He slurred his speech a moment and leaned forward. His publicist sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Jesus, Randall- Are you drunk? I swear to god, you asshole- You're drinking again. Jim's going to hear about this and you're going to get suspended."

The man yelled, his voice coming across through his helmet's filter. "No! No, not drunk, i'm just hung over- I'm good, I need water-" He reached for a sports bottle, pushing his helmet up to reveal a scruffy brown beard. He took a drink from the bottle. He recoils and lurches, spitting furiously into a nearby trashcan after ten seconds. "What- What is this? This isn't my chilled ice water!"

Wendy had fire in her eyes. "It's the new energy drink you're supposed to be sponsoring. What's wrong with it?" She took the bottle from him, taking a drink. "It's fine. In fact, it's delicious, and you're selling delicious. It's Lemon-Strawberry Lockdown." She set the bottle down, waving over at the store clerk, a volus who arrived with a wet rag to dab on the sports star's mouth. Buzzsaw pushed the volus' hand away and vomited into the trash can. "Oh. That's just lovely." The woman sneered.

Buzzsaw spoke with a loud, raspy whine. "Not mixing well with the dinner I had last nigh-" He spat into the trash can again, pushing his helmet up a bit more. He was handed a water bottle, which he shotguns. "Oh- God. God." He mumbled, taking his seat again and pushing his helmet down. "Okay. Okay." He took a deep breath.

"Can you do this?" Wendy shot him a stern look.

"I - I can do this." Buckner slapped his hand on the table and gave the woman a thumbs up. Nearby, cardboard standees and projected screens replay previous UCL games with Buckner's highlights being prominent. A banner behind him reads "Get your CHIVALRY gear signed by Buzzsaw Buckner!"

"Okay." Wendy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She glanced over to the volus clerk, who went to the door to turn on the 'OPEN' sign. "God help me." The woman muttered, stepping into the back room.

How had she gotten on the Citadel? Well, the short answer was her Brother in Law was a nice guy. Long answer was she'd volunteered to do some work for the charity, and in exchange, she got to be on the station for a bit of sight seeing.

For a person who'd lived all her life on their homeworld, where aliens were something you mainly saw on TV, being on the Citadel, arguably the most cosmopolitan place in the universe, through her for a whirl. A fun whirl, and after a few minutes of just watching life go by, she jumped right on in.

But she wasn't really here for that. Oh no. What had really prompted her to go on this little adventure was the opportunity to see and get autograph from Buzzsaw Buckner, of whom she was a huge fan of him and the Rhode Island Knights.

Thus, she stood before Chivalry, wearing her pseudo piratical get up, an eager smile on her face.

And they say Chivalry is dead.

She thought, feeling herself clever at the pun, before entering and getting into line. She was practically bouncing on her heels to meet Buckner.

Buckner signed a shirt, then another helmet, then a video game, when an Asari arrived with an infant in her arms. "Randall-" "NEXT IN LINE, PLEASE!" Buzzsaw yelled with a panic to his tone. The Asari was quietly escorted out, despite her obvious protests. A young Turian arrived, Buzzsaw signs his face with a marker, to his parent's dismay- And then, next in line, is the woman with the anarchonistic pirate clothing.

Buckner took a drink from his bottle of water and slowly stood. "Ladies and gentlemen, be sure to check out.." He looks over the bottle, noting the Japanese text and the happy whale on the bottle. "..Slusho-Kuwara Lemon-Strawberry Lockdown." He read slowly.
"It's got electrolytes and all sorts of stuff for Knights and Squires-" He reads off of a projected note on the back of his hand in secret. He sat down, lowering his helmet again with a sharp pneumatic hiss. "Next in line, please?" He asked, waving the line on.

This was it, and oh didn't her scalp itch strangely at the sight of him. So strange, was it, to see someone on holovision for years, and yet when you actually see them in person, yits like your mind does not know how to qualify it.

Nicola paused, uncertain, barely noticing the sales pitch beyond (Slusho? Really? Could they come up with a more unappetizing name?)

And then she was there, the barely adult girl who dressed like pirate for fun. She blinked for a moment, before taking out the little notebook she'd carried in with her.

"Um, Hi, could you make it out to Nicola? I'm a huge fan."

She said, leaning forward to deliver the notebook, page open and blank for signatures.

"A huge fan! I'm glad you enjoy the games." He speaks, moving to sign his name on the notepad. "From Buzzsaw Buckner to Nicola- Keep fighting the good fight!" He handed the notebook back and waved the Elcor behind her on. "Crap." He spoke through his filter, looking over at his publicist, who stared off at him as if he were an idiot. "Next?"

The Elcor arrived. "With excited hesitation containing a hint of idol worship: Can you please get Claymore Jones' autograph for me?"
The massive alien stared with excited, twinkling little beady eyes.

"What?"

"With repeated excitement: Can you please get me Claymore Jones' autograph-" He spoke with a booming voice, only to be interrupted.
"Yeah, yeah, fine." Buzzsaw grumbled, having to sign for his teammate and rival "Who am I signing this for?"

"Pakranak."

"..kay."

Stepping aside, Nick smiled at her new acquisition, and wondered whether to stay or go. She had what she wanted, but it didn't take much to imagine that something else might happen soon. After all, Buckner had something of a reputation.

And I can get pictures if he freaks out. Sweeet.

She then moved to a rather unobtrusive corner, and, purely out of curiosity, tried the Slushy drink or whatever it was called.

It wasn't that bad...but it wasn't that good either.

Buzzsaw slowly stood, getting a photograph with a fan wearing a Rhode Island Knights shirt. The fan looked over and spoke. "Wow, I got my photo with Buzzsaw Buckn-" Buckner doubles over, clutching his gut, letting out a loud retch. His publicist arrives, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into the back room. A middle eastern man stepped out with a pale expression.

"The autograph session is over, unfortunately due to sudden health reasons." He spoke rapidly. Buckner yells in the distance about something whiskey-related. The public appearance guy closed the door and gestured the crowd away. "Okay, yes! Thank you for stopping by!"