driftfleet | june mingle y'all

[ HELLO, PAISLEY. Well, at least your new resident tiny did not scream her head off when she was transported on board. But within the last two weeks or so of her stay she's... Definitely tried to make herself scarce. Mostly hiding out in her personnel room and sneaking out for food. And then waving and mouthing words shyly at people if they spot her. Because. She's not so good at this meeting people thing sometimes, especially now.

But you might her in said room which definitely... no longer really looks like an office. Instead the desk is covered in a blanket she managed to pick up at the waystations towards the end of last month. And pushed up against the wall where the tiny window outlooking space is. She's added a pillow or two, too.

And she's sitting there. A lot. Nice and quiet for most of the time, but occasionally she's writing stuff down. Mostly it's just sitting and thinking (and possibly hiding?). That's what the "bay window" is for. ]

Edited 2015-06-08 23:52 (UTC)

[Alex doesn't pay a lot of attention to things in general - she spends most of her time in the bunk room now that they're floating back out in space. So it's really no surprise that she didn't even notice the new door, marked with a stranger's name, until she's walking past this morning, eating straight peanut paste off of a spoon. Must belong to that new girl she's seen ducking around.

Without otherwise announcing her presence, Alex tries the knob. Much as she craves her own sense of personal space in this craphole, she tends to hold little respect for her crewmates'.]

Hey, kid, how come you get your own room?

[ Luckily for Alex, Riley's family are pigs who just barge into her room. She's more than used to intrusions and doesn't seem to even blink at the door opening. She pauses only briefly to think about it before plowing on: ]

I don't know. If I knew maybe things wouldn't be so confusing. It's the personnel thing. But I still don't know what that means.

[ At least she's honest. ]

[Pushing the door the rest of the way open, Alex takes in the details of the tiny room. She takes another bite of peanut paste, and doesn't bother to swallow it before speaking. Great first impressions are pretty much her thing.]

Like any of us actually know. I mean, I'm communications, and I barely talk to anyone.

[Accentuated with a characteristic little cackle at her own joke.]

[ Outside of the re-positioned/decorated desk, the room hasn't changed much from it's initial setup-- if only because she hasn't been here long enough. At least she doesn't seem put off by Alex's eating, but shakes her head. ]

You're talking to me right now. Without me asking, I mean.

Don't get too used to it. I'm notoriously antisocial.

[Said less-than-seriously, with a casual shrug. She leans against the doorway, just sort of planting herself here.]

Well, welcome to SS No Adult Supervision. We basically just sleep a lot.

Even antisocial people need friends.

[ It's said simply without a drop of doubt in her voice. She takes people at face-value and doesn't seem to think anything's that strange about it. She doesn't move from the make-shift window seat, though, and only curls her fingers into the skirt of the purple uniform.

'No Adult Supervision' should make her happy. It always would have before, she knew. Even in Takshaka there were adults to help-- but now it just sounds scary. And instead of focusing on the scary part she forces herself to consider the last statement: ]

Then what do you do if someone doesn't like to sleep? Really doesn't-- or can't. Or wants to listen to music really, really loudly?

I have a couple. In another dimension, somewhere.

[Of course she has one or two here, but nothing compares to some of the ones she's been dragged away from - be it recently, or three years ago when she last saw New York City.

Not that she would let on. Her face is still cool and sardonic.]

For the music, there's some headphones back in my bunk. And all I can say about insomnia? Get used to entertaining yourself and drinking a lot of caffeine.

Then you can have another one. Now, in me.

[ At least she's fairly earnest about it as she fidgets with her hands. She doesn't have insomnia, at least, but it was a question. She has a lot of them. But none of this sounds very exciting. ]

Don't you want to do something else besides sleep?

[Alex doesn't deign to answer the first part. She's not one to make fast friends, and especially not at the other person's insistence, but a tiny part of the back of her brain is grateful for the offer.]

I don't know, sometimes I eat. Sometimes I bathe. Sometimes I pull pranks on Jason while he's asleep.

[By that she means - "sometimes I try to play pranks on Jason but then chicken out because he might kill me".]

[ Jason's been spending a lot of time in the kitchen, so it's saying something that Riley Matthews (or so the sign by the door tells him) has managed to successfully avoid him thus far. Of course, seeing as how two of his favorite people -- and one sort-of-frenemy -- have gone missing, he hasn't been at his best, so actively seeking out new people to be angry near wasn't on the agenda.

Still, it's been a while. He really should introduce himself.

So he makes some food -- this is the best way to make friends, yes? -- and goes to knock on her door. ]

Mind if I come in? I've got pancakes and hot chocolate if you want 'em.

[ Both the pancakes and the hot chocolate have protein stuff in them, granted, but he does the best he can with what he has, and they're at least better than what you can get straight from the dispensers. ]

[ She's fine with people not seeking her out, at least. Or she tries to be. Riley's always wanted to be noticed, but at the same point she's always wanted to. Not be noticed, too. It's a weird conundrum. So she's in no small part delighted when someone knocks on the door.

At least she answers the door and the smile is genuine. ]

I do like sharing pancakes and hot choolate with new people. Hi.

Hi.

[ He smiles a little and holds up a stack of peanut-butter-flavored pancakes, and hot chocolate that's made with actual (powdered) milk. ]

Riley, right? I'm Jason.

And you've probably figured out by now that space food sucks, but I did my best to make it suck as little as possible. At the very least, it's better than the stuff that comes out of the dispensers.

[ Even if he did have to contemplate selling an organ to afford the synthetic butter on those pancakes. Kitchen upgrades are definitely a priority for him, oh yes. ]

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