best ship in the fleet

[heresyandlace]

Who: Anyone aboard the SS Pathstone!
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Yes! Even if that action is mostly sleeping.
When: All month!

[watch, dear audience, as the intrepid crew of the SS Pathstone handles beaches, bugs, and storms!

with nothing but teamwork and sheer emotional maturity, they face each and every obstacle with dignity and grace.

there will never be a crew in the entire Fleet as stalwart and bonded in the eternal ties of friendship as the Pathstone.

watch, and be amazed.]

Comments

open to anyone, really

[heresyandlace]

[Tek had come home after trekking around on the islands for several solid days without rest, and had even used his magic in a few instances to help clear the land of fungal blooms. it's a lot more energy than he has expended in a while.

so, some hours ago, he'd dragged himself back to his ship and back to bed, quite exhausted. he hadn't cared whether his nest was occupied or not at the time, and if anyone decided to climb in after he'd fallen asleep, he hadn't noticed.

it's difficult to wake a dragon once they're slumbering. however, the storm that has been quietly creeping up over the land on which the ship is parked, has a good chance of being up to the task one it really begins to roll.]

[onlyanapple]

[Of course Crowley comes back to the nest to sleep when the mood takes him. The fact he does it because Tek's there has nothing to do with the 'mood taking him'. That's what he'd say if questioned about it.

Crowley does have a tendency to lie. Especially to himself.

He largely ignores the storm, curling up next to Tek to settle in for a good long sleep. He's slept though a lot worse, after all.]

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[heresyandlace]

[and the way Tek immediately gravitates toward a familiar presence in his sleep, curling up until the side of his face finds the demon's chest, certainly won't add to that 'mood' at all. no sir.

and perfectly platonic or not, at least it's peaceful and warm, while the storm rumbles and builds outside.]

[heresyandlace]

[it isn't until a particularly explosive crash of thunder rocks the little ship, shaking through the metal hull, that the peace is really disturbed.

and when it is, it's with Tek jumping in his sleep and slamming his head up into Crowley's chin.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley wasn't expecting to be suddenly slammed into, and he wakes up with an annoyed snort. Ugh. This is less like coiling and more like cuddling for his liking. ]

What the bollocks was that?

[And yet, he doesn't move. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[this isn't like his other earlier, silly, enthusiastic entrance. he actually keeps his presence on the ship very quiet this time, and doesn't slip into the office until the storm is already well into its steady rhythms.

he told himself that he would leave if there was already someone else in the bed, so. didn't want to make a big deal of it. it certainly has nothing to do with wanting to keep other people from learning about Tek's little quirk, or his own pangs of potential jealousy.

but, since there's no one, he takes off his shoes and gloves and jacket by the door, and walks over to join him.]

[heresyandlace]

[he must have been exhausted when he'd gone to sleep, because he appears to still be slumbering through the storm when Robin first arrives. he misses Robin's entrance entirely, remaining still and quiet until his nest is actually being invaded.

that's when the components all mix together in the right way. thunder shakes the hull of the ship, just as everything he's laying on dips to the side under someone else's weight.

he's suddenly fighting, flailing out in the dark--either fending something off or writhing hard to catch his imaginary balance--and that arm is heading right for Robin's face.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oop--he flattens himself against the bed, narrowly avoiding getting punched in the head. he feels Tek's arm going past his hair. he's, um... well, it's one way to get into bed.

he'd really imagined it'd be a little more heartwarming than this. sure shows him.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Jove was there first, thank you very much, and when Tek joins her in the nest she doesn't register it. The sound of the coming storm had lulled her to sleep almost immediately, and now that she's out it would take far more than it should to wake her.

Which is, you know, probably bad in the grand scheme of things. Oh well. At least she's fully dressed.]

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[heresyandlace]

[he'd been too tired to be annoyed, and she'd mercifully left him enough room in the nest to climb in and get comfortable. so, once he'd sidled up near a warm body, he was out in an instant.

maybe he can just sleep through the weather without significant interruption. maybe it won't be a problem at all.]

[heresyandlace]

[and he does well, for a while. it isn't until one of those particularly explosive crashes of thunder shatters over the ship that he's shaken awake.

and he comes out of it fighting. the lightning is in his bones, wracking his nerves, and he flails out against his attacker.

she's probably going to get grabbed, and definitely going to be shoved, as he lashes out against nothing.]

[dawnwillcome]

[In Skyhold, there had been guards for her when it was deemed necessary. During a judgement, for example, she commonly reached her throne to find it flanked by two humans ready to lay down their lives should the person on trial react unfavorably to her choices. There were more just down the steps, to drag off anyone who protested or made a move.

She wouldn't have been surprised if there were guards stationed outside her rooms at night despite the fact that there was an entire stairwell and two heavy wooden doors after that to get through. She'd always felt protected in Skyhold, and when she slept there it was with the knowledge that assassination attempts would be mostly impossible.

When Tek grabs her, all those impossible scenarios are what she immediately assumes are happening. The hands on her are ones that are going to have her dead in seconds because of her willingness to trust that she was safe. Her legs tangle in the sheets when she tries to kick him away so the only option is to grab him back, hands wrapping tight around her attacker's arms, she's just about to make the nightmare he's having real, ready to shove electricity through him to save herself-

And then, even through her terror, she makes out the familiar features of someone she considers a friend. She keeps her grip on him, but that's all. Not even a hint of her magic touches him. It had been close.]

Tek. [She still sounds afraid, voice breaking just at the end of his name. She can't escape her moment of terror any better than he can, apparently.] Tek, stop.

[princessia]

[ The storm doesn't bother Elize at all and she's just visiting the ship now that she feels a little better these days.

She mostly pays visits to the Pathstone to visit Jove or Cole. When she spots Tek asleep in his nest, she's surprised. She never knew that he was a part of the Pathstone crew. Her expression quickly changes to a look of disgust, still feeling very unhappy about the time when she first met him. ]

...You again.

[ She mutters out loud, despite him being asleep. ]

[heresyandlace]

[he's not quite ducked all the way under the the surface of consciousness when she speaks, otherwise she'd have no hope of waking him up. dragons are very deep sleepers, after all.

so, one eye slides open at the sound... and a few moments later the rest of his face sluggishly lifts up from the blankets so he can squint over in her direction.]

--You.

[his is far less accusing, though. and he smiles with it--though it's really more like a smirk.

at least he looks much less monstrous than the last time she'd seen him. properly put together and human-looking, the sharp teeth have lost their points, and his eyes only have a dim little glow, now.]

...You must be feeling better, then.

[princessia]

I'm doing just fine.

[ Crossing her arms, she looks down at him with a reprimanding gaze. It's almost similar to when she first met him, except she isn't trembling in fear anymore. Probably because he looks less frightening. That smirk is familiar and annoys her. ]

What are you doing on Jove's ship?

[ Two captains, what? And she still doesn't know his name, not that it really matters to her or anything! He's just "you". ]

OTA

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley has done much of what he always does, when they arrive on a new planet. That is, laze about and get very, very drunk. Today, however, he's sitting at his comms console, working on something. It looks like a lot of code right now, but he seems to understand what it is, and it's nothing good, if the amused humming he's doing to himself is anything to go by.

He may share with someone what he's doing, he may not. He also seems to have managed to get himself some non-algae wine, the last bottle left over from their last stop for proper alcohol. He definately won't share that. ]

[dawnwillcome]

[Lucky for Crowley, Jove isn't going to ask him to share his booze. She absolutely knows better than to ask for the impossible, thanks. When she joins him it's to lean a hip against the console and watch what he's doing with an amused smile.]

Why do I get the feeling you're cooking up something particularly terrible?

[onlyanapple]

[She's learned well. He turns to flash her a sharp-toothed smile. ]

You say that as if I'm prone to cooking up terrible things.

[dawnwillcome]

And you say that as if you aren't.

[Come on buddy.]

OTA (an interloper appears!)

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[on this fine day, Robin lets himself onto the ship and walks confidently towards Tek's room (and obviously, Tek's nest). he's here to visit! say hello! be obnoxious! invade his personal space and steal his blankets and maybe lay on him until he can convince him to go out for silly island drinks or something.

so he opens, the door, walks in, aaaaand--]

--Huh?

[...that's not Tek. so, who's stealing the captain bed this time?]

[dawnwillcome]

[It's definitely not Tek. The white hair should be a giveaway, but if not, those giant pointy ears? That should be enough to make it clear the person sleeping in the Captain's nest is the newer of the captains, and she's very asleep.

The nest reminds her of the communal beds her clan would sometimes set up, that's all. They're comfortable in a nostalgic kind of way and when Tek isn't there, Jove takes advantage and uses the nest for herself.

Because she's a captain. And it's the captain's nest.

Captain's. Nest.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Jove?

[--he shuts the door behind him. it's a little loud. unless she sleeps like a dead log, it'll probably at least stir her into consciousness.

he only met Jove once, before this, but he mostly knows her as "the girl directly responsible for a month and a half of misery". Tek's crewmate, and also the last person to murder him. so his closing the door is... mostly instinct, even if that instinct is very misplaced.]

OTA

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke got An Idea while out burning away fungus growths, and he wants to work on it. He's settled in the kitchen once again, because he's gotten better about remembering to eat while working on projects, and that means being somewhere with easy access is better than otherwise.

He's focused on a glowing screen made of his magic, though, with what looks like math equations running over it. ]

... reversing the 'gravity'... make it go up.... then altering ... [ He's mumbling to himself about whatever he's working on, occasionally typing something out on what looks a lot like a keyboard of the same magical glow. ]

[heresyandlace]

[oho, what is this...

Tek had just been on his way to grab a snack before heading out again, but this certainly snags his attention. detouring over, he nibbles on a slice of protein as he looks at the screen over Duke's shoulder.]

...Oh, no. You have those two digits reversed.

[he's making shit up.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Sorry Duke doesn't fall for it. He doesn't really shift at 'sudden person over shoulder', beyond turning his head slightly in Tek's direction when he talks. ]

Perhaps you're familiar with a different strength of gravity.

[ ... but he could alter that to make different sort of arcs. Hmn. A later test.

... And then he pulls up what looks like a graph and starts drawing out patterns. ]