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!!]

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[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?

[heresyandlace]

[he eyes him so very coldly as he crosses the room... and once he's seated, Tek really looks as if he's trying to figure out the best way to knock him out of his seat.

but, it's probably a testament to exactly how bad he's feeling that he doesn't, and just presses the heel of his hand to his forehead instead.]

Everything.

...Though you are making a strong case for the top of the list.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley just lounges back at that comment, chucking to himself. ]

Not yet, I haven't. Did Jove fix something you wanted to stay broken? Clean your nest or something?

[heresyandlace]

Oh, no. If she'd touched my nest, everyone would have heard about it by now.

[he's doing his best to keep up his side of the snide banter, but... just as he's passing by most of the conversational bait that Crowley is leaving all over the place, his heart really isn't in it.]

[onlyanapple]

Ah yes, of course we would have.

So. What is it? [He doesn't care. Nope. Not at all. ]

[heresyandlace]

[don't worry, he'd never accuse him of such a thing. he'll just sigh and growl somewhere under his breath for a minute, before eventually answering.]

...I have a headache.

[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.

[heresyandlace]

I could guess. But there are quite a few people you could probably place blame upon, if you really want to be exacting about it...

[yep. his pettiness knows no bounds when he's in a bad mood.]

[openhands]

How is it exactly that you came to be captain?

[You fuckface.]

[heresyandlace]

[well, that at least gets a good grin out of him-- lots of teeth, all sharp little points.]

Captains get the good bed, you know. How could I pass that opportunity up?

[openhands]

Maker's breath, there is more to being a leader than luxury. If anything, such responsibility should not sit well with you.

It certainly doesn't suit you.

[heresyandlace]

[he stretches in his seat and folds his hands behind his head--a nice little display meant to convey how little he cares, while covering up the itch that those words actually cause. like little nettles; it's something he's heard his whole life, picking at him bit by bit.]

Why don't you vie for the position yourself, if you really feel that way. It's just a little bit of paperwork. Then we could have three captains.

[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.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

A lovely evening with my favorite person.

[which is so dry in its delivery that it's practically sarcasm. he's happy to see you too, jerk. tilting his head, he... quietly reverts to some words he knows pretty well in dragon-speak.]

What's wrong?

[heresyandlace]

[well... if Robin has learned anything during his years spent with various iterations of the dragon, it's how to appease him most efficiently. he demonstrates just a little bit of effort, and it turns out to be the perfect amount.

Robin can pretty much watch as Tek suddenly stops looking at him like a problem. he disengages, sits back in his chair, and allows himself to look tired. he doesn't even pick on his pronunciation this time.]

My head hurts.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's not exactly being actively manipulative, but there are a few shortcuts that he's got pretty well-ingrained by this point... and here, where something is just a little bit wrong, he's also got the awareness to use them.

Robin frowns a little, confused. Tek doesn't get headaches, he only gives them.]

Can I take it?

[which is really supposed to be 'May I', but... garbage-disposal, as they've discussed.

still, he holds his hand up near Tek's head and waits for an invitation; hopefully the gesture explains what he means.]

[heresyandlace]

[at least he's still feeling well enough to muster up plenty of suspicion behind his glance, eyeing Robin's hand as if there's a chance it might strike him instead.]

I don't know. Can you?

[because, again, Robin didn't ask quite the right question. that, and Tek has an educated guess that this pain isn't of the normal sort. he's not wrong, of course. if it was something normal, it wouldn't be happening to him.

the discomfort might be spread out all over his skull, but the roots of it are coming from one very particular place--it's all because of that little piece of artificial something lodged in the space behind one ear.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[that's a fair reaction. and a fair question. he cants his head, lips quirking back up into a little smile.]

Let's see!

[though his fingers slide right into Tek's hair, along his scalp. right towards the back of his head, behind his ears, very affectionate. he'd much rather try when Tek's not on-guard and prickly about the whole thing.]

[heresyandlace]

[it's exactly what he needed.

he's still on the fence about the whole thing right up until Robin does that. he even looks like he might say something--maybe argue or pick on Robin's response somehow, just so he doesn't seem too cooperative--but his eyelids droop instead.]