driftfleet | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Who: Tek and anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Beachside lounging
When: Early August

→ video
[the video feed flicks on to the glare of the sun, until the (absurdly) pretty man wielding the device leans back into the shade. he seems to be starting this broadcast mid-thought, and--for anyone who knows him well enough to spot the difference--he's smiling quite easily.]

--Oh, now I remember. I'd wanted to ask if there were any fine metalsmiths in the fleet. I'd intended to ask the next locals we happened across for their services, but... well. Metalworking does not seem to be among their most refined skills.

I'm looking for someone trustworthy and proficient in jewelry-making. I have several options for payment. If interested, please reply.

→ action
[and with that matter done with, he settles back to wait in high comfort. for anyone happening by, he has found the absolute perfect spot along the shoreline. there is a stretch of clean, soft sand with an impeccable view of the ocean, tucked into the patchy, partial shade of a small stand of trees.

and he must be feeling better than usual, because he's actually wearing something that Atroma has given him--gothy-looking shorts that he has drawstringed to hang just a little off his hips--and he is sacrificing multiple layers of beach towels and blankets to the sand. he apparently doesn't care whether or not he'll ever get the sand out of them again.

Tek has made himself the most comfortable basking spot on the planet, and he has left more than enough room for a friend.

he knows that Atroma is messing with his head, but he can't find it within himself to be bothered right now. he even has a little brush and bottle of lovely dark maroon ink that he's staining his nails with. someone is glitched and enjoying every minute of it.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[That "you people" thing would normally annoy her a hell of a lot more but for now, she'll let it slide.

It does, however, make her consider withholding the compliment he so clearly wants. For a moment, anyway. It's not in her nature to be petty, especially not when she's feeling so content.]

Beautiful! That really is a good color.

[Almost like the command uniforms, back home. Which, of course, only circles her thoughts back to Jean-Luc, though she'll keep them to herself, unless he presses further. She closes her eyes against the sun.]

This would be a good place to nap.

Why do you think I chose this spot?

[and with the ink closed up and his nails quickly on their way to drying, he slinks onto his back to match her lounging. his section of the mat of blankets especially is tucked wonderfully into the shifting half-shade of the branches overhead. just enough sun, just enough shadow.]

I don't intend on moving all day.

Mmm... sounds like a plan to me.

[And soon enough, she's dozed off. It's been weeks since she's slept all through the night. Now with the warm sun, the soft blankets, and the general feeling of safety, it's all catching up to her.]

[once he's out, he doesn't wake easily. the myth of dragons slumbering for ages while pillagers sneak through to loot their hoards is really not much of a myth at all. it is, apparently, based in reality.

he's just lucky that he's snoozing on a blanket with her, and not out on the sand where someone could come by to bury him and build sandcastles on his sleeping remains.

and he's also one to gravitate toward the points of greatest comfort while sleeping--which often tend to be other people. especially with the slowly shifting sun moving his precious patch of shade, he eventually scoots all the way over until he's found a wonderful new pillow.

hello, comfy friend.]

[Beverly, however, is very distinctly not a dragon. She is a Starfleet medical officer, one who long ago adapted to waking at a moment's notice, in case of an emergency. Nor is she used to sharing a bed with anyone, not for many, many years. So she is easily awakened by Tek's shifting in his sleep, and at first, she's mildly alarmed, stiffening when she discovers him resting on her torso. It's a strange situation, particularly considering that it's Tek (who would have thought he was a cuddler?) but... there is something kind of nice about having someone curled up with you while you sleep.

Careful not to wake him, she begins to make some readjustments, reaching behind her head to pile some of the blankets into a pillow of sorts, so she can relieve her arms, which were starting to ache a little. As she relaxes and starts to drift off to sleep again, one of her arms falls across Tek and she snuggles in closer to him.]

[and so, somewhere, some fans are probably made giddy as the doctor and the death dragon snuggle up for a nap.

it's one of those perfect, picturesque things, and Tek isn't going to budge until quite a while later. his empty stomach will be the thing that finally bothers him awake, if something else doesn't get to it first.]

[It is perfect and Beverly, too, sleeps for a long time, much longer than she thought she would. Even when she does finally wake, it's in a contented, drowsy sort of way, where she is perfectly happy to not to move for a while. Without really thinking about it, she starts softly humming some unrecognizable tune and stroking Tek's hair.]

[really, with him looking all harmless and not putting any effort into the little details of his people mask, it's easier to not see him as some other human curled up there. he reacts like some big animal, with a little bit of grumbling and stretching and resettling.

he must still be mostly asleep. but he still tilts his head a little in the direction of her hand.]

[At the moment, he does kind of remind her of a cat. Not that the comparison is a bad thing: she loves cats. And clearly he loves the attention, so she continues, even giving him a few scritches.]

[yeah, whatever ratio of consciousness to unconsciousness he has going on right now matters just about as much as it would to a cat. whether he's still mostly sleeping or starting to wake up, he doesn't bother to open his eyes or become anymore aware of his surroundings than he already is. he doesn't care.

he's warm and comfortable and someone is playing with his hair. that's all that matters.

so, once he tilts his head and she dotes enough on that nice place on the back of his head... he actually starts to purr.

it's a soft sound, low in his throat and rumbling deep through his chest--blissful and absolutely not human at all.]

[Well! Beverly lifts up her hand in surprise when he starts to purr. In the back of her mind, she knows there is something strange in this situation, in her being here and in him purring, but ... it's also very nice and she's not entirely sure what to do.]

[and, again, he hilariously emulates some kind of big human-shaped feline. several waiting seconds after she stops, one lazy eye peels open to blearily and expectantly peer at her.

...well?]

[She laughs at that.]

All right, all right. So greedy.

[Switching hands first, she resumes petting him.]

[really, it's not the fact of the situation itself that he'll wince about later. the thing that will get him, is how his eyes close back up into pleased crescents when she returns to her doting. he looks happy, unguarded, turning his head further to the side and settling deeper where he's at.

there's a lazy hum breathed into the purr. he's just a big, stupid, happy cat right now. it's undignified.]

[Undignified or not, it's endearing and only serves to increase her affection for him. Which, considering their last interaction, is saying a lot.

Of course this is not to say she won't be storing this away for some good-natured teasing.

Experimentally, she scratches him behind the ear, though she is careful to avoid the spot where his augment is located.]

[he probably deserves a little teasing after this--and certainly after all the antagonizing he'd put her through last time.

she'll have plenty of fuel for it. he appreciates that she dodges the augment, but there is an itchy place, full of nerves, right below it. behind his ear, along his hairline, and he turns his head even more until she reaches it.

he's practically face-down now, just laying there in a blissed-out, boneless pile, purring like an engine.

terrifying death dragon indeed.]

[The most terrifying. See how she quivers in fear!

If by "quivering in fear," you mean "trying to stifle her giggles." Her efforts are only met with moderate success.]

[he can catch those muffled sounds of amusement, lady. and there's a sleepy grumble of protest over it.

...but that's pretty much it. that's all he can manage. he is going to be falling right back to sleep in a matter of minutes, at this rate.]

[As he goes back to sleep, she gradually stops petting him. Even in her current blissful mood, there's only so much attention she can give. Besides, she's not very sleepy anymore. In fact, she's starting to get a little hungry. So, she attempts to slowly wiggle her way out of Tek's clutches.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only