At least there's no elevator music...

[thespaceopera]

[At least two weeks have passed since the Drift Fleet passengers woke up on this strange wing of the Marsiva... Some new passengers have even joined the group instead of being Shuffled off to a fleet ship! The large monitor in the central room remains quiet for now, so how is everyone holding up?

Have you been relaxing? Enjoying the Earth media? If you can even remember them, how have Calibrations been treating you? Has anyone started getting a little stir-crazy?

Don't worry... This ship has no shortage of mysteries, and you'll be seeing a few more soon.]


ooc: here's another mingle for the current game event! players can start or continue threads here from any point during the event. the additional setting information is still being postponed due to sickly mods, but y'all are welcome to post additional topcomments for reactions and investigation once it's up!

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[geonomy]

I promise.

[It's what he prepared himself for the moment he realized that Allen had this problem of his. Being safe in the midst of danger is what he's spent his whole life training for, what with his love of space and wanting to go there. It's a promise he has no qualms with keeping.]

Hey, don't be sorry. I'm glad you're talking with me about this. [It tells him that Allen's comfortable enough with him to talk about it, and though Clay wishes he could do more, he's glad that he can be confided in like this.] Sometimes it's just... too much, right? And being positive about it can be hard. It's okay to be discouraged every now and then.

[He offers a little smile back.] It's how you pick yourself back up after it all that counts the most. And I admire that from you.

[save_the_souls]

Right... [He uses his free hand to wipe at eye quick. Even if Clay couldn't do much about this situation, Allen could admit it felt good to have someone safe to confide in. Right. It was okay to have a moment to wallow. As long as he picked himself up after and kept walking, he wasn't breaking his promise.]

[That hint of a smile grows some and he scoots closer to Clay, leaning over to rest his head against his shoulder for support.] I will. After this, I'll pick myself up and go back to being stubbornly positive. I'll keep walking. Maybe I'll even shout that thing you always say - about being fine? That seems like a good pick-me-up.

I mean...if that's okay with you. [He knows from that calibration that Apollo taught him that. And if it was a special thing just between him and Apollo, he didn't want to intrude on that private space]

[geonomy]

Nah, it's fine.

[Now that Allen's leaning against him like this, Clay wraps his free arm around his shoulders and presses a kiss to his forehead. He still feels like he's trying to recover from a fever, and Clay will have to do something about that soon, but right now? He'd rather Allen be feeling mentally better before anything else.]

That whole thing was meant for anyone else to pick up if they needed it. I even got a few people here to start doing it.

[Granted, one of them isn't here anymore, but he won't bring that up.]

You're Allen Walker. You'll keep walking. And you'll be fine. Even if you don't think so at first, the more you keep saying it, the more you start to believe that things will be okay, you know?

[save_the_souls]

[Allen watches him, taking in the words that he was hearing. He was touched to hear Clay repeat his own mantra. To keep hearing him reassure him in a way that he could believe. Even if he still felt the pulls of fear and discouragement, he still felt so safe and comforted just being here with Clay, in his arms.]

Ah...I wonder what I did to deserve you.

[Since Lord, did he feel lucky to have this man in his life.]

[geonomy]

Come on, you did nothing but be yourself.

[Clay doesn't think someone should do something to deserve someone else, after all. They're both imperfect people; they just happen to fit together in a good way, in one that works.

He tilts his head to rest it against Allen's, a little smile on his face as he settles a bit. He'll stay for as long as Allen needs him, until he feels like getting up and walking on his own again.]

Take as long as you need.

[save_the_souls]

[He can't help but smile a little at Clay's words. He hadn't fully meant that as a bash against himself. Still, he'll tease a little]

Now who's the charmer?

[There's a slight nod at the second part, settling against Clay as he takes those words to heart. He won't need too long, but still...it's good, to just take a moment before he has to start moving again]

[geonomy]

Psh. I was always the charmer.

[Even if he hadn't meant it as a bash, might as well nip that sort of sentiment in the bud early anyway. Now that Allen's settled more against him, Clay traces his fingers up and down against Allen's upper arm, doing what he can to give him a comfortable, loving environment.]

[save_the_souls]

[That gets a snort. Those fingers definitely feel pretty relaxing]

Ah, right. My mistake.