SHUFFLE/WAY-STATION/ILLNESS/WHATEVER MINGLE POST

[save_the_souls]

Who: You! Me! Him! Her! Them! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On your respective ships, or the Waystations!
When: After the shuffle over the next couple days! Whenever man!

[It's been nearly a week since the fleet's said their goodbyes to the planet full of skull face folks, and another Shuffle has come and gone. Despite what was mentioned on the last week's Shuffle about cannibalism, it doesn't seem like any crews has resorted to that, so maybe some of you have begun to relax.]

[Or maybe not. In fact, maybe you should do a crew headcount just in case1.]

[By now, some of you who handled any red stones from the planet natives may be feeling under the weather or even downright shitty. But hey! What's that to stop you from visiting the way-stations? These way-stations may be in the same crappy condition as the last way-stations - but at least they're people on these ones! Really...shady looking people! But that's not about to stop you from making friends right2?]

[Essentially, this is a game wide mingle post for this week's shuffle, November's way-stations anyone getting ill, or anything else you want to do but too lazy to make a post about! Please feel free to tag in and tag around! Just make sure to put your characters' location and communication methods (action/network) in the header and/or in the prompts!]

1. - This recommendation goes double for the SS Blue Fish.
2. - Warning: Attempts to make friends with extremely shady characters on the Way-Stations may result in heartwarming musical numbers, or much, much more likely - being kidnapped. Please use your own discretion.

Comments

Action!

[heresyandlace]

[he's sick. he's angry. and now he's captain.

after returning from a little jaunt on a way-station to try and locate something that actually resembles food (and failing), he's heading right for the cot.

his cot, which he has full legal rights to now.

and whether Crowley likes it or not, Tek's intending on marching right over, lifting up the end of it, and dragging it down the hall toward his office room. it turns out he's stronger than human, despite feeling horrible. isn't that great.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley makes a hissing sound as his beloved bed is dragged along. He turns his head to glower at Tek, his hands still gripping onto the sides of the bed refusing to let go.]

Oi, I'm sleeping in this!

[heresyandlace]

[Tek turns to return the sound, hissing right back at him over his shoulder.]

Good for you.

[apparently not caring at all that he's dragging a passenger along, he's heading right for his little office room, pausing only long enough to get the door open]

[onlyanapple]

Then bugger off and get another bed.

[Crowley makes a feeble gesture, to try and get the bed to turn course. He's not feeling great, though. The lack of energy means the bed pulls back once, then reverts to its usual inactive state. Crowley groans and tries to bury under the covers.]

I'm not moving.

[heresyandlace]

[Tek braces himself against the doorframe when the bed tugs in the other direction, but it's not going to deter him. he yanks on it once it stops fighting, and then continues to haul it into his room]

It's my bed now. Fair and square.

[and the thing is getting shoved into the corner where he'd originally had it, where the piles of forgotten blankets and linens are still piled around. the desk is still tipped over on its side, and he starts dragging it noisily into place beside the cot]

[onlyanapple]

And it's my bed too. I didn't resign so it's still fair and square. Bugger off.

[He opens one serpentine eye to watch the desk being dragged forward.]

And you can definitely bugger off with that nest of yours.

[heresyandlace]

If you don't like it, you can leave.

[voice flat as he starts... making a nest! just going to start arranging the blankets and towels, lumping them up between the cot and the wall that the desk creates, until they're piled a little higher than the cot itself]

[onlyanapple]

No, it's my bed too, I got as much right to it as you do.

[He coils up into a tighter ball, refusing to budge, but at least he's not fighting Tek off now, progress?]

[heresyandlace]

Then deal with it.

[and Crowley's compact shape just... makes it easier for Tek to reach down and flip him over onto the blanket and towel pile by hauling on his shoulders.

...at least it's surprisingly comfortable there. he really is a pro at this nest-making business.

and if he can get the demon out of the way, he can go about making up the other side of the bed, arranging blankets and linens on there to make the cot just as comfy as the other side]

[onlyanapple]

[It IS surprisingly comfy, and Crowley's sick-addled brain helpfully tells him the warm and comfy is better than the cold and miserable, so he gravitates towards it and nestles into the blankets in a gangly limbed fashion. It would look a lot better if he was in his serpent form right now, but as he's not, he looks like a directionally confused contortionist.

At least he's out of the way, though.]

[heresyandlace]

[Tek makes a low sound of dissatisfaction as Crowley starts rumpling things up, but he doesn't cause too much damage to the nest, and Tek doesn't have much energy for argument anyway. he's quickly spending what he's got, constructing the nest as hastily as he can.

and once the cot side has been set up, the whole thing as comfortable as he cares to make it, he kicks off his shoes and... hauls the topmost layers of blankets back over toward himself. which includes Crowley, since he's totally tangled in them.

it's about to be a super-comfy blanket-and-captain pile. I hope everyone is ready for this.]

[onlyanapple]

[It's the most glorious pile there ever was. Crowley makes a sound that's part snore, part hiss, and just goes right on sleeping. He only wakes to occasionally cough all over the place.

Emblica bring them soup. Captains orders. Or something.]

[heresyandlace]

[see, he told you the nest was great.

and now they have shared bodyheat and everything. because Tek is totally a sleep-cuddler.

they're like a pile of cats. if cats were also obnoxious reptiles.]

[amarant]

[ Haha, no way. ]