pathstone mingle!!

[dawnwillcome]

Who: The Pathstone + anyone!
Broadcast: nah
Action: yah!
When: lets not go asking questions okay

[Do you know what's weird and probably a sign of things to come for the entire fleet?

The Pathstone isn't the most useless ship anymore. It's actually good at stuff. It's got upgrades! It's got a pilot and two people to shoot guns at things. And two captains.

It's not just Captain Tek. There's two.

It's still a pretty big mess who are we even kidding. Come see for yourself!!]

Comments

[dawnwillcome]

[All things considered, this last attack could have been much worse than it was, but Jove still spends a good deal of time going over the ship to be sure it's in proper working order before they leave the orbit of this dusty little moon.

The only problem with that is sometimes it means she's got both hands holding a piece of metal to the ship and no free hand to reach out for the tool she needs. Luckily, her ship is (mostly) filled with helpful people.]

Can you hand me that, please?

[She wants the wrench, but who even knows if she's gonna get a helper or a troll. Who even knows.]

[onlyanapple]

[She got a troll. Too bad for her. He's probably lounging about, drinking. Same old.]

But that would interrupt my schedule. I have to keep it to the second.

Plus I don't want to.

[dawnwillcome]

[She really should have expected this...]

Your schedule of engineering strange and useless games, how could I have forgotten.

[She's too stubborn to ask him for help twice, so maybe she can just brace the metal where it is with one hand and try to reach with the other... maybe it's within range after all.

But nope, her fingertips just barely brush the tray she's got everything laid out on. Good work Crowley you ruin everything.]

[onlyanapple]

Oh no, that's three thirty to four thirty. This part of my schedule consists of sitting in this chair and making the occasional sarcastic remark.

[Crowley sighs, moving his hand to adjust his shades, but the tray seems to slide a little closer to Jove in the process.

She saw nothing. ]

[heresyandlace]

[she got... another troll. sorry, Jove.

he just stands there, hands lazily in his pockets, eyeing whatever she's doing with some amount of criticism.]

...What are you doing?

[dawnwillcome]

[Dick.]

Composing a very long sonnet about how wonderful daisies are.

[She nods at the wrench to prompt him to at least look at the stupid tool.]

If you would be so kind?

[heresyandlace]

[oh, he looks at it. he definitely sees it. yep... he's now looking right at it, as if trying to measure exactly how heavy it would be to pick up.]

I'm sure you have plenty of time for poetry later.

[or whatever else it is that she's doing.]

Or, you could find someone else who is eager to help, to take care of it. There are offers going out all over the comm, you know.

[serves]

[Look who came to visit his lady, arms slipping around her middle when her hands are full.]

Busy?

[dawnwillcome]

[She jumps a little when he goes and does that, not expecting sudden hugs or sudden Cullens, but once he speaks she smiles and leans into him a little more.]

Not terribly. [She's just trying to make sure they can avoid dying in the black void of space, nbd.] I didn't know you were coming over.

[serves]

[He kisses her neck before resting his chin on her shoulder, even if he has to lean down a bit to do it.]

I wanted to lend you a hand.

[radiantwingedone]

[ Here have someone helpful-

Duke does blink once to make sure that yes, he is the only one nearby. But yes, it is just him, so he indicates the wrench and does some little tugging movement and it floats toward Jove. ]

This one?

[dawnwillcome]

[Well that's new. With a quick grin for Duke, Jove plucks the wrench from the air.]

Did I know you could do that?

[radiantwingedone]

[ There's just the tiniest bit of resistance, but as Duke closes his hand, it also vanishes.

There's a shrug. ]

I haven't had a need to use more things than I have hands for, so... likely didn't come up.

[openhands]

Of course.

[Cassandra at this point has gotten fairly familiar with the tools needed for making repairs on the ship. Having an engineer for a girlfriend is helpful for that, who would have thought? She bends down and pulls out the correct wrench from Jove's toolbox and holds it out for her. She also places a hand on the piece of metal she's currently supporting.]

You are making quite a bit of progress with the repairs.

[dawnwillcome]

[Thank the creators for letting Cassandra onto this ship. So much more can get done with people here who actually contribute, it's almost like a miracle. Jove gives Cassandra a thankful smile for the help as she takes the wrench, moving over a little to make extra room for the other woman.]

There wasn't as much to fix, this time around. I suppose I should be thankful for small favors, but I can't help thinking it only means something worse will happen very soon.

[openhands]

[Cassandra steps into the offered room to better hold the piece.]

We should be prepared for worse, but not expect it.

[It's a terrible mindset to adopt. One that easily breaks the spirit over longer periods of time.]

[heresyandlace]

[good evening, fair citizens of Pathstone. I hope you weren't planning on eating anything but default proteins tonight, because the fridge has been mysteriously cleaned out of just about every other edible thing.

also--completely unrelated, of course--your captain is in a bad mood.

curled up either at the table near the kitchen, or whichever of the seats on the bridge that he's deemed the most comfortable, Tek is attempting to read some skinny, dusty tome from the library. unfortunately, the rest of the crew makes sounds.

it doesn't matter if it's something irritating like fidgeting or rustlings about in the kitchen, or something as innocent as walking quietly by, it's getting under his skin. and, whoever it is, they eventually get snarled at from where he's sitting.]

[onlyanapple]

[Tek, that's fucking rude. Some of them want a good meal that isn't in the form of a springy cube. Crowley is peering through the kitchens storage (and probably being loud by huffing obnoxiously at all the lack of Actual Food) when he gets snarled at.

He turns his head slowly to look at Tek. ]

Gesundheit.

[heresyandlace]

[even that makes the dragon flinch a little. and then, just in case it wasn't obvious enough, he begins to rub the side of his head with a grimace.]

--Ugh, would you keep it down?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley looks at him for a moment, before purposefully slamming a storage box closed. ]

No.

[He moves to lounge in the seat near to the dragon. ]

So. What's got up your arse today?

[openhands]

[Well, that's just wonderful. She closes the door with far more force than strictly necessary, but you've already snarled at her and she's not in the mood for your bullshit, Tek.]

I suppose you are to blame for this.

[heresyandlace]

Blame for what? That is a very vague question, you know.

[oh, she thinks she's annoyed now, does she? that slamming door has earned just a little more obnoxious bullshit heading her way.]

[openhands]

You know exactly what I'm referring to.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[sneaks in late...

no seriously, Robin has snuck into the Pathstone again, because things are now OK with everyone and he found something he'd meant to give to Tek a while ago... he shows up in the kitchen, plastic bag rustling as he sets it down in front of the dragon; he's oblivious up until he's leaning against the table and actually gets a look at his face.]

...Bad time?

[heresyandlace]

[and the dragon just looks up at him with the deadest gaze possible. judging by his expression, a walking manifestation of a headache has appeared in front of him, and its name is Robin.]

...What do you want?

[because this bag does not contain a delicious meal, he's pretty sure.]