Well, this is.. horrible.

[reconstitution]

Who: SS Caprine & visitors
Broadcast: ???
Action: All aboard
When: 8/3


[Dread is probably not a good feeling to have in the face of actually having something resembling a 'team' now. Unfortunately, the way this place seems to love uprooting and depositing people out of nowhere into unfamiliar territory, and it sets him on edge.

His eyes narrow as he looks around yet another place he's unaccustomed, being bombarded by-- colorful shreds of paper and overly-cheerful music. And even more people. Once again, he longs for the familiar weight of a weapon in his hand, but this fleet just loves to suck the comfort out.

At least this is a more permanent residence? Time would tell on that one.]

Comments

[reconstitution]

[He's not exactly sure why Allen would be 'glad' to see him, but it's similar enough to what Pierce would say before going out on a mission if he were in a good enough mood..

It's enough of a similarity that he pauses before responding, realizing that the other is indeed waiting for one. His hand clenches into a fist before he forces himself to relax it.]

I should have stated.

[save_the_souls]

[Yeah well Pierce is a shithead]

It's fine. You just got here yourself, didn't you? It takes awhile to get used to your ship.

[He pulls his bag off his back, unzipping it] I brought the cookies like I said I would! They're pretty fresh too!

[reconstitution]

[This much is true, but he doesn't know enough to question that yet. Who pours an inch of milk... a villain, that's who.]

..All of this will.

[Space is still a concept he's getting used to seeing. Let alone residing in. He'll have to get used to it eventually.

That look of genuine surprise slips onto his face for a second as he looks between Allen and the bag in his hand. He didn't actually think he'd do it..]

..Oh. Okay.

[save_the_souls]

Mm, good point. [He nods in agreement!] You have me there.

[Hey man, Allen always holds to his promises. And he digs around before he pulls out the cookies. It looks to be a half dozen of them, wrapped up in saran wrap and tied with up with a ribbon that suspiciously similar to the ribbon that Allen's got his hair tied back in. He holds them out for Winter]

Here. I'm afraid I didn't have much in the way of nice wrapping them- but they made it safely here at least!

[reconstitution]

[He hesitates in taking them, but reaches out to take them gingerly in his left hand.

The bundle of cookies is unassuming- lighter than he expected, and it doesn't escape his notice that the ribbon color is similar to what Allen has. The cookies look soft, golden brown around the edges and stacked neatly. He's almost not sure what to do with them past this point. It's slightly messy, though the presentation is nice.

Finally looking up from his hand, he meets Allen's eye, assuming he's waiting for Winter to actually say something.]

..Thank you.

[save_the_souls]

[He watches him assess the gift. Honestly, he's not sure what to expect for a response. Allen really didn't think much of this through. It's not like Allen usually deals with brainwashed super soldiers that get stuck on spaceships, okay. So really, getting a thank you is a pleasant surprise]

Ah, well, Kairi actually did the baking. If I had done it, they wouldn't be as good.

[Plus probably would've looked very not pretty, somehow]

[reconstitution]

[ All poor Allen gets is a nod in reply this time, though he is still watching him. He has no idea who 'Kairi' is, hopefully that's not supposed to mean something. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He notices the nod and the watching. Jeez. This guy sure would be deadly at the poker table with that face...]

[He clears his throat]

So, how's been being in the fleet so far? Any odd things you have questions about?

[reconstitution]

[ Winter actually has to consider that for a moment before he offers a faint shrug. ]

No questions.

[ Not ones that he's going to voice, anyway. ]

[save_the_souls]

None? [That's surprising. Everyone has questions of this trippy place] Okay...

Well, if you think of any- you can ask me, okay? I was among the first group of people brought here, so I've been around pretty long.

[reconstitution]

[ His eyes narrow. He's heard that this wasn't the first 'cycle' of players, but nothing else was really explained in detail.. ]

..How long is that, exactly?

[save_the_souls]

Hmm...it's been over ten months now, I think.

[reconstitution]

[ That's...god. Too fucking long. He has a mission to complete. ]

..I see.

[save_the_souls]

[He sees that expression and...gives a little nervous laugh]

If you think that's a lot, you probably shouldn't ask how long I stayed at the last place I got stuck in.

[reconstitution]

..I do not wish to know.

[save_the_souls]

Alright then.

[He tries to look reassuring.]

Sorry, you probably won't be going anywhere anytime soon. But there is a theory when we do leave, we'll get sent back to the moment we left. [Maybe]

[reconstitution]

[ ...That bit of information is a bit of a relief. At the very least, his mission will be there for him whenever he gets out of this place. Maybe he hasn't screwed up too horribly yet.. ]

That is.. informative.

[save_the_souls]

Most people think so.

You certainly seemed relieved.

[reconstitution]

It is good to know I have not failed.

[save_the_souls]

Failed?

Failed what?

[reconstitution]

My mission.

[save_the_souls]

Oh...

[He considers]

Is it one of those classified secret missions? You seem like the type that would carry that out. [What with being all dark and mysterious and...possibly brainwashed...]

[reconstitution]

Affirmative. Being informed of the mission would mean you must be eliminated.

[ Definitely dark, mysterious, and brainwashed.. ]

[save_the_souls]

[yep. Definitely so. And while many would find that intimdating, it just gets a frown out of Allen]

Oy, fine. I won't ask.

But you better not try to eliminate anyone while you're here!

[reconstitution]

No promises.

[ And it's the truth. It won't be an issue- unless Captain America decides to show up. ]