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[geonomy]

Who: All aboard the SS Vanquish!
Broadcast: Neh (Maybe)
Action: All over the ship! Maybe beyond!
When: The last half of August.

[Racing, racing, racing! It seems like the nearly the entire crew is into this racing business, whether that means winning or losing some of these races. Clearly, they all have competitive streaks deep inside.

It's the middle of the week, so they're not expecting someone new to show up. But wouldn't you know it? Someone does. Time to break out the confetti and chocolate pudding ready, and welcome to the newest member of the Vanquish crew!]

Comments

[alloys]

But you're enjoying it more than you thought. [ not to mention, it could be a nice change of pace to play a different role than she's had to in other lives. he could sort of grasp that himself, even though counselor is much too far removed form his usual course to have even a slight appeal.

him? he'd rather get back to basics and work in the guts of the ship if he could. no heroing, no suiting, no avenging. just some wires and bolts and tools. ]

[touchofrogue]

Yeah. [A flicker of a smile.

It was... it was really nice to be doing something to give life instead of take it away.]

Doesn't seem ta be much call ta immediately need to switch, anyway. An' it makes for good trade between the ships.

[alloys]

You have a bake sale? I can see it now - trading pies for supplies. Pies for Supplies could even be the name of your inevitable bakery.

[ because if she really enjoyed it, he certainly isn't about to dissuade her from her post. ]

[touchofrogue]

[A quiet, brief laugh.]

That's not a bad name, Tony, I'll give ya that.

[...and he was here. He was really here. She couldn't help smiling.]

Wouldn't make pie with this stuff, though. It's all... protein paste. Flavored, but... bleck.

[Pause a beat.] ...been thinkin' of changin' it, though.

[alloys]

[ he couldn't help but smile back - both because of her approval at his naming skills (still got it), but also because it's just good to see her smiling.

it's rare, for them, to be able to just be happy without the shadow of something dark immediately over the horizon. maybe there was, and he just didn't know it yet. but in this case? perhaps ignorance really was bliss. ]

Changing? Changing how? [ if it meant better food, he would help in any way possible, hand to god. ]

[touchofrogue]

Like... switchin'. From cook to something else. Lab support, security, pilot, engineer... they're all options.

[Guess which one she left out and which one she really wants to be? Hint: They're two separate jobs.

And oh hey, guess which jobs she's actually considering? Neither of the two above? Oh no...]

[alloys]

Now, that's more like it. [ he would be more than happy to take on any of the jobs she's listed than the one he currently has. a mental note to look into these roles a bit further.

but, for now: ]

But what one do you want to do? [ because as far as he is concerned, she should be doing whatever the hell she wants. ]

[touchofrogue]

[Tonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy she knew you would say that, STAHP, because what she wants to do isn't as important as what needs to be done, always, so...

...she... can't... help tell him, though.]

Pilot, I think. But the ship doesn't need a pilot. So... I'm still makin' up my mind.

[alloys]

[ tony stark wants you to have what you want, rogue. since 2011 (c). YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH IT. ]

Every ship needs a pilot. [ and this is coming from a guy who has an AI butler. ] Who's gonna land it in an emergency when the power goes out?

[touchofrogue]

We're in the middle of space, Tony. Where are we gonna land?

[She's just sayin'.

She glances away.]

Anyway, the ship's already got a pilot.

[alloys]

Thanks for reminding me. I had a nervous breakdown the last time I went into space.

[ the fact that he can toss in that reference so casually shows a bit of healing on his part, at least. ]

So? They probably aren't half as good at it as you would be. Just going off of my completely subjective and not-biased-at-all opinion.

[touchofrogue]

[The last time SHE remembers him going into space was on the draft to the moon... and she didn't remember any--

Oh. Oh right.

Shit.

She winces a little in apology before moving to defend her captain.]

Clay's actually got trainin' ta be an astronaut so - don't think a few runs on the Blackbird can beat that. [She gave him a small grin.] Thank you, though, for your completely subjective and not-biased-at-all opinion.

[alloys]

Anytime. [ that's what he's here for! to be that stubbornly supportive non-parent. he likes to think he's gotten pretty good at it. ] But what else are you leaning towards?

[touchofrogue]

...security, I guess. We don't have one of those, which means our ship doesn't have any weapons ta deal with invaders. Apparently every now an' again, they come up an' take pot shots at us. [Pause a beat.] My bet is it's for rating's, since they told me the damage wasn't too bad.