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best ship in the fleet

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.]

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[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.]

[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.]

[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. ]

Edited 2015-07-22 21:47 (UTC)

[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?]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

...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.]

[Saying her name helps to wake her, and when she sits up it's clear she's been there since night fell. She's dressed for sleeping, hair down from the usual ponytail and mussed from sleep, but her eyes are alert and flash faintly in the darkness. It's an elf thing, don't worry about it.

And if it weren't for the way he closes the door, she could have a smile and a greeting for him. This isn't exactly lending itself to a friendly visit, though.]

It was Robin, wasn't it? [She's alert, but her voice is husky with from sleep.] Can I help you?

[yeah. that part didn't look good, did it? at least the moment passes quickly from startled (and possibly alert) to some good old, genuine confusion.]

Why are you in... Tek's bed...?

[he seems to... wince a little, as he says this. as several implications occur to him all at once.]

[ffs]

It's the captain's bed. I'm going to have to put a sign on the door if everyone keeps insisting it belongs only to Tek.

[That's not actually answering his question though is it.]

This is... Tek's office.

[you're really not selling him on anything, here.]

Yes, well, I didn't put the bed here.

[She just took it over a little bit while Tek was gone.

You know, because she killed him. Fun times.]

Do you intend to wait here for him?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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. ]

[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.

...Why, is he going to be back soon?

[ugh, now that he really thinks about it, she's got white hair and everything...]

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