driftfleet | SHUFFLE/WAY-STATION/ILLNESS/WHATEVER MINGLE POST

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.

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Really?

[...while it would be hypocritical of him to get mad for Tek already having someone else in his bed (regardless of what has or hasn't actually gone on there), that will not stop him from getting mad anyway. lucky for the both of them, he's feeling too gross to actually throw a fit--so he just puts his hands on his hips.]

Wow, I didn't think I'd be interrupting something.

Move over, assholes. I'm here to be nice.

[he thinks about it. for a minute, he's just quiet. eyes closed, unmoving, he might be going back to sleep.

...but then he thinks about how much he would love to be doted on and babied right now, so he groans... and starts lethargically shoving Crowley over.

whether that means that Robin will end up as the one in the middle or he will, he doesn't care. as long as enough room is somehow cleared for Robin to fit and also stop talking.]

[Crowley rolls over and overbalances, grabbing desperately to the edge of the nestbed and keeping his eyes shut. This is annoying and interrupting his sleeping.]

Snoroom, get your own nest.

[Robin ignores Crowley's discomfort, casually strips, and steps over Tek's corpselike body to forcefully squish himself in between the both of them.

he's nice and warm, boys~]

[he's still got a near-constant and halfhearted growl going, like a crabby cat being jostled.

...but then... oh.

Robin is much warmer than that other reptile over there, so Tek snuggles up close after another moment of complaint.

yeah, fine. this is much better.]

[Crowley finds cuddling distinctly undemonlike, and something to be avoided at all costs. But COILING is another matter, because that's a snake thing and thus completely allowed. Plus, Robin has body heat, which is a bonus in his mind, so he COILS a little closer. ]

[...well, okay. two hot guys ~~snuggling~~ coiling up next to him kind of makes up for the annoyance of having to deal with two of them in the first place.

he reaches over, starts running fingers through Tek's hair... while also having the gall to strike up conversation?]

So, Crowley, how've you been...?

[--okay hairpets make him temporarily shut up.

fine. he'll stop growling for a minute. he'll even tolerate the fact that Robin is still talking.

for now.]

[Crowley heaves out an annoyed sigh, because all he wants to do is sleep and conversation is not okay.]

You mean other than the deliberating illness?

Yeah, kinda. Did you want your hair petted too, or...?

[because he's offering. while he's here. this whole thing... is kind of absurdly amusing.]

[Tek's not even going to make any smartass comments right now. isn't that great?

Robin apparently is here to make Tek less obnoxious.]

[Crowley makes a sound that's far more hiss than sigh.]

No, I don't want you patting my hair. I'm not a dog.

[but Crowley, your suffering would make him feel much, much better.

so he'll start running his fingers through the hair on the back of Crowley's head too. maybe he can get away with it. or maybe he'll be set on fire. either would be hilarious.]

[all there is from this half of the nest is a little grumble at the dog comment.

that's all he's got.]

[There's a low warning hiss, and a half-arsed attempt to swat at Robin with a hand. Perhaps if he didn't feel so lousy, that hand would be on fire, but as is, it's not. Lucky Robin.]

Gerroff!

[LAUGHING... that might end in a little bit of a wheeze because what are lungs. lucky for Crowley, that will suffice, and he takes his hand back. he'll just dote on Tek instead.]

Fine, fine...

What a baby...

[mumbled into whatever fabric or bit of shoulder he's got his face mushed into]

Don't care, I'm not a fucking pet. [He's going to curl up tighter and try to ignore both of you now, watch him go.]

Edited 2014-11-18 00:27 (UTC)

Hah. [this is basically the best. if only he didn't feel like shit.]

I think he just insinuated that you're my pet, Tek.

He what?

[he picks up his face enough to peek an eye open and speak unmuffled.]

...It's not my problem if he's stupid enough to pass up an opportunity to be pampered.

[Crowley gives a shrug.]

If that's what you want to call it.

...Yeah, that's what I'd call it.

Me too. It's not easy getting someone to play with your hair.

...If anything, Robin is the well-trained pet. Not me.

[Crowley heaves out an annoyed sigh, pulling the blankets closer over him.]

I'm delighted for both of you.

[He sounds the opposite of that.]

This is turning in a weird direction and I don't like it.

[which, you know, prompts him to kind of snuggle down. maybe find a blanketlike thing to inch up over the lower half of his face. maybe he'll be quiet now. maybe it'll be okay.]

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