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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2023-10-08 08:05 am

MISSION: THE SUN NEVER SETS ON AMARYLLIS GROVE

M I S S I O N   1 7 . 1

UNIT-YPLEASANTVILLEAFTER DARKFYI

// INTRO. UNIT-Y  


Over the course of the station’s downtime, even the least astute observer will notice the sudden influx of crewmates aboard the station. Before you can further inquire and investigate this anomaly in your usual routine, your earpiece will ping! with the familiar sound of a newly received mission file. Viveca’s voice immediately follows.

// VIVECA
“Hi everyone, you’ll find details for your next mission are ready. This time the orb has been located somewhere in a town called Amaryllis Grove, and based on my research, the best way to start looking for it will involve blending in with the towns-folk who live there. Just like our last mission, those of you who don’t have natural humanoid forms will have Degar’s potion available for you to help with that. See you on the platform tomorrow morning.”

After reviewing your mission file and gathering all of the necessary supplies and clothing options, those who are well prepared might have enough time for a decent night’s sleep. If you aren’t the sort to sleep before a mission, well … carry on.

When morning arrives, you’ll make your way to the teleportation platform to join your fellow crewmates. Viveca and Degar are already standing by, the latter passing around the aforementioned potion to those who will be needing one. Finally, when the entire crew has assembled, Degar starts to speak.

// DEGAR
“You might have noticed by now that there’s a few more of us than usual – there’s a reason for that, and it’s good news! I think. You see, according to our readings of all the orb shards collected so far, we’re actually coming up to the last couple of orbs. That’s pretty amazing, isn’t it? For that, we’ve been getting a few more crew members to provide a little more support as we near the finish line. But we can talk more about that after you guys get this orb back here.”

Viveca nods from her place.

// VIVECA
“Good luck, everyone. I know some of you will have questions, and we’ll be here when you get back to try our best to answer them.”

Degar lifts both hands to give them all a cheesy little thumbs up. Without further ado, the hum of the platform, as it begins to power up, grows louder and louder until it’s impossible to hear anything else but the machinery thrumming in your ears. Soon enough, you’ll feel the familiar tug at the pit of your stomach as you’re whisked away from the station and towards your destination. But for a moment that feels both too short and too long, you hear it: whispers, echoes, voices that speak to you in several tenors at once, all of them providing you with a goal in exchange for their help.

Before you have a chance to answer, your surroundings begin to paint a clearer picture. You’ll be found in your usual place of choosing: whether that’s your own household, the park, or one of the several locations in and around town.

Welcome, Orbers, to Amaryllis Grove.

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// PART I.PLEASANTVILLE  


On the day of the Orbers’ arrival, the weather is crisp and sunny, the trees still lush and green with only the barest hints of the leaves beginning to yellow and redden at their tips. As the summer months slowly transition into cooler autumn temperatures, the entire town feels pleasant, even cozy. The clouds in the sky provide gentle overcast conditions and you might think to grab a light coat, or wear a longer sleeve but it is by no means chilly enough to feel anything but pleasant.

Depending on where you decided to arrive, you’ll want to begin your explorations and familiarize yourself with the Grove, which will be your home for the next little while.


1.0   The town of Amaryllis Grove will feel spacious and sprawling while also being cozy and compact. Cleanly paved streets wind in and around residential pockets and cul-de-sacs, threading through the community’s amenities, goods, and service buildings. The community centre, the library, the government offices, and the Mayor’s office can all be found in the main core of the Grove. The police station and television station (playing news and sitcoms in classic black and white) are situated nearby, and are all within walking distance of each other, and the neighbouring retail streets are located just past the block. This includes clothing boutiques, restaurants, coffee shops, grocery and general stores (which will sell all manner of hardware, cleaning supplies, and simple, household magical items). Having a vehicle will certainly help to get around town if you’re in a hurry running any errands, but a bicycle works just as well, and the walkability is pleasant for those wanting to take a stroll.

Everyone here is well-dressed in crisply ironed slacks and button-downs in neutrals, or colourful A-line skirts and dresses with delicate detailing for their tops. Children and teenagers are likewise found in school uniform consisting of dark blue pleated skirts or slacks, and white shirts. With the weather beginning to cool, a well structured jacket may also be a part of the ensemble.


2.0   Once you’ve explored some of the town, familiarizing yourself with the backstory and family history you and your fellow crewmates have corroborated together, perhaps you’ll want to explore your house. Lined up in rows of pleasant, homogeneous pitched roof structures, each house in the neighbourhood will come equipped with all of the necessary spaces to live a perfectly suburban life, the most ideal environment to raise a family and grow old amongst generations of familiar faces. Each one-storey house, in either brick or ship-lap siding and in various colours, will have 3-4 bedrooms, an attached garage for the family car, a living room, bathroom, spacious kitchen, and enough yard space to require both a lawn-cutter and a green thumb for the garden. Interiors have already been furnished with all of the up-to-date items for the time, resembling Earth’s 1950s era to an almost eerily accurate degree.

Say hello to your neighbour when they greet you or wish you a pleasant day. Many will look perfectly human, while others may seem more alien with vibrant skin, an extra limb, antennae, gills, and the like. Some also possess magical abilities which is not seen as strange or abnormal here; however, the magic used in Amaryllis Grove consists of simple household magic to aid with cooking, cleaning, and keeping the house perfectly pleasant – otherwise known as ‘petty magic’. Whether you’re used to such sights will likely depend on where you’re originally from, but no matter who lives next to or near you, they seem friendly enough. They may even invite you over for dinner, or inquire when you plan on hosting your next party.

You’ll cook, clean, sleep, and host parties and dinners with your neighbours of Amaryllis Grove within the walls of your quaint abode so it’s best to get to know the space that will undoubtedly become second nature to you.


3.0   While the concept of ‘Halloween’ does not exist in Amaryllis Grove, other such Autumn festivities are highly anticipated, namely the annual gathering of the harvest. It is otherwise colloquially named ‘the Harvest’. It won’t come as news to any of the residents, as the season ends and food is plenty, the Harvest has been a long-standing tradition to celebrate the closeness of the community, and to express one’s gratitude for the people that you surround yourself around.

Your neighbours may inquire whether you’ll be bringing the same mash potatoes as last year, or perhaps the spiced meatballs that the Alkherns simply couldn’t get enough of — they were just so delicious! Either way, you may want to start coming up with a special dish to bring to the community gathering or find someone to snag a recipe from, as it’ll gain you admiration or admonition, depending on the popularity of your offering.

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// PART II.AFTER DARK  


Sunsets are beautiful, picturesque moments that conclude the end of a perfectly spent day, and the sunsets in Amaryllis Grove are certainly no different. As the town winds down and residents return to their homes for the night, you and your fellow Orbers will follow suit – as is the way of things. The nights are a little overcast during this time of the year, with cloud-cover masking out the stars and the glow of the moon. It’s quiet. Only the sounds of night-insects chirping can be heard, and the soft, occasional coo of a bird asleep in its nest.


4.0   Perhaps you’re catching up on some late-night reading, or grabbing a late-night snack or a night-cap. The last of the evening hours are usually spent in the comfort of your own home until a new day begins, although there is a town speakeasy that remains open until late, if you can find it. Once you climb into bed, there really doesn’t seem to be a reason for anything other than a soundless, well-deserved rest.

You’ll be tucked up in your own bed, or perhaps the bed you share with your backstory-spouse, when you hear a shrill scream that wakes you up from your sleep. High on the adrenaline, you may want to don a robe and your slippers and step outside past your front door where you’ll be joined by other neighbours on your street. They exchange glances with each other, and then may meet eyes with you, and they look scared, with their wide eyes and clenched fists, some of the husbands and wives holding each other’s hands for comfort. It isn’t outside of the norm for such a startling cry. The house in question will be fully lit, with Mrs Myrsdin sobbing into her hands, mumbling, ‘I told him not to say anything! I told him to keep quiet! It came for him–’ as the AGPD (Amaryllis Grove Police Department) approach her, one of the officers patting her shoulder in consolation. Another officer moves towards a cluster of concerned neighbours, assuring them that this will be taken care of, and when they spot you, they’ll tell you the same.

It might seem difficult now to head back to sleep, but the crowd disperses and the AGPD lead Mrs Myrsdin back into the house. The lights remain on for another hour, maybe two, and then the entire block quiets again, the AGPD preparing to leave for the station once more. It seems there’s nothing else to do but get as much rest as you can before the morning ... but everything about this doesn’t sit quite right. Maybe you'll linger behind for a moment, see if you can ask a few questions, gather a bit of information, as it seems that after the brief moment of shock none of the residents seem to be particularly surprised by any of this.


5.0   The skies are blue and the sun is bright, and as Amaryllis Grove wakes up to a new day, everything feels as though Mrs Myrsdin never screamed into the night, with no signs of the AGPD having visited, and not a whisper to be said of Mrs Myrsdin's husband disappearing. If you try to investigate what happened at the house last night, Mrs Myrsdin will conveniently be absent, and any neighbours around you may either greet you with the most firm, reassuring smiles, or an outright aloofness to ignore anything you say. They’ll interject by telling you about the Harvest festivities, or make a comment about the weather. Some might sound snappish and dismissive. One thing’s for sure: everything feels tense.

But as the skies gradually shift to an overcast, one of your neighbours may gesture to the sky with another plasticky smile, commenting about the brightness of the sun. ‘It sure is bright today,’ they might say, the comment seemingly so off-handed. It’s casual, polite, and a little strained. ‘It’s got a far reach.’

It’s too bright to stare directly into the sun without damaging your eyes, but as you glance up just past it, you might notice that the sun looks a little … too close. And it doesn’t look a whole lot like a sun either, though it is bright but it looks like a large whitish sphere with a piercing, golden iris and it seems to be watching. This certainly wasn’t in the morning’s weather report.


6.0   As you continue to settle in Amaryllis Grove, you may begin to pick up on other strange things that you hadn’t noticed before – not surprising, considering the whirlwind of events that have taken place in such a short period of time and having to grow accustomed to the daily lives of the residents in Amaryllis Grove.

There are figures that resemble people scattered around town in all shapes, sizes, and races, replicated with excruciating detail, all the way down to their expressions and poses. In their everyday wear, they stoically fill in corners and take up empty spaces, and while it can’t possibly be true, their eyes seem to follow you as you move past them – even with the empty gazes of their glassy eyes. They’re made of metal and clad in something soft and pliable to make up their skin. Once you know what you’re looking for, they almost start to make themselves more visible to you. But if you study them for too long, you may begin to feel a little nauseous and queasy, and temporarily experience vertigo. Or you may start to have feelings of paranoia settle in, making you short-tempered and twitchy.

These figures can be found almost everywhere around the town, but they will mostly be populated in and around the residential blocks, looking as though they’re busily living their lives in passive background poses. They’re easy enough to miss if you aren’t sure what you’re looking for, and they’re so life-like you almost feel rude staring for too long, in case they turn their heads towards you.

And on the next night, you might catch the glimpse of a dark, stationary silhouette of a man in the Myrsdin house just before Mrs Myrsdin draws the curtains closed.

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F Y I

The events in this log take place during the month of October.

If you have questions about any of the prompts or the mission in general, please direct them HERE.

To explore a specific location or speak to any of the NPCs, please submit your search request HERE.

And finally, your soundtrack for this log:

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reneger: (you should be scared of me.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-11-06 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing.

( he's--not a big fan of lugging people around like this either. jason recognizes the look easily enough, and loosens his hold a little. they're not going far, so. )

Just don't fuck with it again.
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[personal profile] offseers 2023-11-06 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
It comes from the same place.
deaddrop: (pic#15027550)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2023-11-07 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
I promise, I won't trip over you.

[She doesn't pry. In part that's trying to be kind, but it's also a way of protecting herself.

Asking questions opens her up to turnabout.

Better all around to take things slow and easy.]


And I won't tell.
deaddrop: (pic#13351845)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2023-11-07 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Natasha keeps her expression pleasantly bland (blandly pleasant?) as they jog, knowing there's eyes on them always.

Her tone doesn't quite match, though.]


Fear is an easy way to motivate people. A lot simpler than actually having something to offer.

[She finds herself looking over her shoulder discreetly.]

It doesn't always inspire loyalty, though.
deaddrop: (millidgea convoluta)

[personal profile] deaddrop 2023-11-07 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
I could guess, but without more information it wouldn't be much more than a shot in the dark.

[She takes the pop tart and takes a bite, her expression somewhat apologetic.]

Suppose I should head out before we start rumors, hm?
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[personal profile] deaddrop 2023-11-07 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[She should pretend not to, just for the hell of it. There is humor in her voice when she says,]

Some things are too dark, even for a killer.
rehandle: (pic#12484544)

[personal profile] rehandle 2023-11-07 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ —Oh.

Yujin can't catch them but Stephen can, loud and clear, right out of his mouth. There's a split second where his brow starts to lift -

But Yujin brushes past them masterfully, like either it was nothing or it was something he very much didn't want to draw focus to, and for as much as one instinct shouts to grab for them and drag them into view, wind them into the teasing game of the past to render them funny and harmless in the present... to draw them back into the limelight would be to centre a conversation he's been very carefully skirting. So instead he swallows nothing, takes a sip of his drink and swallows that too, and plays it cool. ]


Believe me, you're better off. The second I opt not to spend the day hiding from the locals by looking busy outside is the second they're ringing the doorbell. I've changed four lightbulbs this week, and somehow it always takes at least two hours to get out of their houses.

[ Everyone's Extremely Friendly. But there's a pause here, intrusive thought talking to the whisky that then whispers it back to him. He passes it through a filter of plausible deniability, of playful lightness of tone, and - ]

In retrospect, if you did want to take a sick day or two, I wouldn't complain.

[ You know. Because he'd be saving him from the housespouses. ]
softshoes: (👞 33)

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-11-08 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Crisis averted? Perhaps. If Stephen hasn't noted his slip-up, Yujin will simply have to pretend he'd never accidentally showed his hand at all: he's just inattentive enough to have missed Stephen's reaction this time. Either that, or he's too eager to take hold of some sense of security when he can get it, rather than teetering dangerously on the edge of this underlying tension between them.]

He's a homemaker and a handyman. [Stephen Strange is not a homemaker, the takeout-and-neighbor-party-leftovers problem is already on its way to becoming an issue. But Yujin huffs, amused.] How incredibly multi-talented you are, Stephen. Don't let that alien woman across the street steal you away from me, now.

[That still sounds like enough of a joke, right? But the wry expression on his face instead softens at Stephen's suggestion. As it so happens, he does want to play hooky: all it took was Stephen effectively giving him the permission to do so.]

I'll consider it. But it is a small town.

[Yujin's tone is even, expression unreadable, as he mulls the prospect over, eyes fixed on the dwindling level of whiskey in his glass.]

What would we do with two free days?
constructually: (138)

[personal profile] constructually 2023-11-08 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Murderbot seems to mull that over for a moment, which really is just a brief moment, but enough for it to be clear that it is actually considering what's been said.]

They can be adaptable when they want to be. [Sometimes they can be stubborn assholes.] There are more inorganic beings than I expected here.
softshoes: (👞 11)

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-11-08 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Yujin's blunder occurs to him a moment too late to fix it. Oops.]

Yes-- yes, you're quite right. They are supposed to be grilled, after all, a bit of char helps the flavor.

[It's more than a bit, but all right.]

Thank you for hosting, Chishiya-san, by the way. It's been a lovely evening.
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[personal profile] dispassioned 2023-11-08 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He hums in acknowledgment as he swallows the rest of the onigiri. If you can ignore the bitterness of the char it’s a perfectly acceptable rice ball. Chishiya had definitely eaten worse food in Borderland.]

I can’t take much of the credit. This was mostly Ryohei's doing.

[He helped with a few things, and did some of the shopping, but he gives Arisu the credit for the idea and the follow through. He’s doing most of the legwork with socializing too.]
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[personal profile] rehandle 2023-11-08 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ I'll consider it. It's not the answer he's expecting, Stephen blinking into his glass after huffing a laugh at the alien woman quip. And then a question, and he lapses undeniably into silence.

What can he say? But it is a small town. Yes. They can't go outside. And if they can't go outside, they'll stay in. And if they stay in, what would they do with two free days...

Stephen's watching Yujin. Just watching him, thoughts gone quiet, clock ticking away in the background as the question hangs between them.

Did he do it on purpose? Inspecting him, gaze unselfconsciously direct, unflinching even if Yujin's lifts to meet it, he can't work it out one way or the other. And it's too late to ask. Too late to do much of anything but stare, wait, see if he's going to follow it up with another joke or if he meant it, meant to evoke two days of confinement with nothing but themselves for company. No pastime but each other.

Perhaps it was an accident. Just a perfectly innocent question. Maybe he should suggest chess.

He does not suggest chess. He watches. Waits him out. Raises the glass to his lips to take a slow sip in the quiet. ]
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[personal profile] constructually 2023-11-08 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Murderbot entirely misunderstands what Bucky says based on its own experiences, and assumes that this means the arm is proprietary information owned by an organization.]

The Wakandans aren't here. They have no say over what you do with your arm.

[And also now Murderbot will fight them if they turn up and try to take Bucky's arm, whoever they are.]
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[personal profile] constructually 2023-11-08 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite the discomfort, Murderbot moves smoothly, knowing that there aren't any obstacles in the immediate area.]

I won't bring my drones next time.

[Bitch.]
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[personal profile] softshoes 2023-11-08 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[What can he say? That beat of silence is enough for Yujin to realize his mistake. It figures he would be so easily read: despite his best efforts, his own wants have successfully come through, hidden between the lines.

Yujin turns away, lips pressed together tight. He clears his throat; he polishes off his drink and leaves the empty cup on the table with a faint tap of glass on wood; he stands, running a hand back through his hair.
]

Sorry.

[And when they'd been doing so well, too. There are a dozen excuses he could make: the hour, the whiskey, the dancing, the way this performance of a marriage has suited them a little too well to pretend it's merely pretend. They all ring false, so he leaves the apology as it is.]

I, ah... [Voice low, he replies:] I think we ought to get to bed.

[The 'separately', he hopes, is implied, but if he says that there's no way it'll actually come to pass.]
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[personal profile] constructually 2023-11-08 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Murderbot clocks that look and tilts it head slightly as it regards Natasha.]

Loyalty isn't necessary if the fear is strong enough. [That isn't all there is to it, though.] But it can be a weakness if there's a way to remove the fear.

[Murderbot certainly wouldn't have been loyal to most humans that owned it, until PresAux.

But circling back to that look.]


If you have your earpiece, we can speak over that.
groupiedrifter: <user name=bushyeyebrows> (lil shit)

[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2023-11-08 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Newt just laughs, loud and proud.]

Dude, I've been here since mission one.

If I'm not stout by now, I'm in big trouble, right?

[It's hard to even think about how far this has all come. Gyeongje feels like such a distant dream — the same time he'd bashed his head open and ended up with a sprained wrist. The mission where he'd panicked his way through a cure for the others, when they turned into monsters...

Yeah, he supposes you get stouter for it.]
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2023-11-08 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. The orbs are so lame.

[He shrugs, a great combo with his eyeroll.]

They just love causing trouble for us, I guess. I lose my senses off and on during missions, and the orbs are apparently cool with it; that's just my punishment for changing my regret around.
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[personal profile] shadysided 2023-11-08 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, right. You've mentioned your brother before...

[She considers Dean with a thoughtful glance.]

What's he like?

[She supposes she's opening her own can of worms... after all, her sister is dead. And thinking of her, even in relation to someone else's sibling... maybe it's a bad idea. But is it healthy to ignore that she's gone? Who the fuck even knows.]
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[personal profile] shadysided 2023-11-08 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yep. We're all idiots.

But we're fun idiots, with a hell of a lot of dedication. That counts for something, right?


[The slight smile grows, because it's hard to stop it. That's them, right? Total fucking losers as a whole, but the team is full of really good people who work hard and are there for you when you really didn't think anyone would be. Maybe that's just the girl in her that had been used to being burned.]

And... even if things go wrong and the orbs don't do shit for me... I'm glad I'm here.
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legalcy: (🦊 the smallest dad)

[personal profile] legalcy 2023-11-08 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? There used to be more of us months ago. Plenty of Cybertronians, and someone called a "droid", left before you arrived. [Now there are fewer than five mechanical beings on the ship.]
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[personal profile] reneger 2023-11-08 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( what's worse, is that jason can't deny he'd pull out a similar line. get fucked up making bad decisions and told not to do it again? fuck whoever decided they could mouth off at him, he does what he wants. doesn't stop him from rolling his eyes any while he carts murderbot around.

stops at one of the marked areas, and lets go so he can squat down to start looking in the grass. )


You got a name that isn't SecUnit?

( given that's what it reads on it's contact info through the ximilia provided earpiece. granted, jason's only reads red, so - can't say shit there either. )
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[personal profile] chilloutdickwad 2023-11-08 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I have compiled files on each mission.

[It doesn't mean he remotely believed in the concept of ghosts or magic. But he'll have to just learn the hard way, as a baffled artificial intelligence who has to evolve his programming to tolerate impossibilities.]

... I also understand that there is life beyond Earth that is sentient, but not human.

[He squints at her.]

Are you fully human? You have a high tolerance to the side effects of the figures.
shadysided: (pic#15289482)

[personal profile] shadysided 2023-11-08 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks a little unsure, actually.]

... I don't know.

[And then, more hesitantly:]

Not to be a bummer, but — I don't know. I just never thought about a 'future'.

Everything kind of feels... stuck in time, when I'm here. But I guess once the orbs are all retrieved, that's actually something I'd have to think about, right?
mienai: <user name=gazgraphics> (pic#16743573)

[personal profile] mienai 2023-11-08 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, c'mon, don't look at her like that!]

Oh, I see. Then we'll need to find you something comfortable, but still fashionable...

[She turns toward the clothing racks in question, collecting a small, fast assortment of things — slightly darker colors than she'd personally wear, but hopefully something more to Murderbot's speed.]

How're these? I think you'd look great in them!

It's so sleek, totally no-nonsense but graceful!