mingle mangle

[takeabow]

Who: anyone!
Broadcast: why not!
Action: sure!
When: Whenever!

[ what are you up to, flooters? passing the time playing cribbage? watching Die Hard with a Vengeance, or maybe trying to repair friendships and perceptions of people that were dashed by invasive dreamscapes?

This is a mingle, so enjoy! ]

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action/ota

[takeabow]

[ Nova is in one of the common areas, staring at a book. It might look like she's reading but she's not actually focused on the text. Periodically she slips a hand to the back of her neck, shakes her head a bit and turns the page. Then she leans back and looks up, sighing ]

[evildetector]

[ stiles will just drop down into a seat next to her, some kind of magazine in his own hand. he'll just siiigh at her in return, playful. ]

Book that bad?

[takeabow]

I'm not actually big into reading...

[evildetector]

You should write your own book.

[ he's reaching over, trying to take hers just to peer at it ]

[takeabow]

[ lets him, though at first it doesn't seem like she will ]

About what?

action;;

[reconstitution]

[ Upon first glance, she does actually appear to be reading the book in her hand, but a closer investigation proves that notion to be false. He debates on approaching her, not really wanting to interrupt if she is trying to read. Winter knows he doesn't much care for being interrupted..

It doesn't take much deliberation once he notes her fidgeting. He stops just out of striking range, frowning at her in what could either be concern or disappointment. Mostly, that's just the normal face he makes. ]

Not an interesting read?

[takeabow]

[ looks up at him, brought back to this reality. she gives a thing smile ]

I never did have the concentration for it.

[reconstitution]

It does take getting used to..

[ A pause. ]

But it can be nice. You don't have to worry about things for a while.

[takeabow]

I always have to worry.

[enshields]

[Peace wouldn't know what to do with him. Downtime has only a slightly more educated idea. He works, he trains. Learns what he can. There are quiet moments, he fills them. Books are a good start, but today he's got a different mission in mind. He's got an armful of art supplies and is hunting for a decent table he can set up shop at. The common area's the easy guess, but he still glances to her as he enters.]

Miss. [She gets a respectful nod, but he keeps his distance.] It going to bother you if I claim a table?

[takeabow]

[ she's brought back to reality from... somewhere, though it wasn't the book. she stares at him for perhaps slightly longer than is comfortable, mostly out of anxiety and surprise ]

Oh. Yeah. Sure. Sorry. I don't mind.

[enshields]

[He's... acquainted with the concept of a thousand yard stare, and despite the affirmative answer his shoulders draw down. Old instinct. There's no disguising his posture or his build, hard to mask the threat he presents, but he's not going to go out of his way to shove it in anyone's face, either.]

Thanks.

[Still, he'll claim a table where she doesn't have to sit with her back to him, and sets up the supplies. As he's flipping through the sheets of his workbook--]

My name's Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers.

action, ota

[tothefly]

[Apparently, the clock up here isn't synced with Greenwich Mean Time. Or maybe Atroma's just screwing with her. Either one is entirely likely, and right now she's more focused on the shrill, tinny noise coming from her comm to worry about the rest. Seriously? Here, now? Feel free to come see what the noise is about, or help her find the nearest large, heavy object to smash this thing with.]

[takeabow]

[ covering one of her ears ]

What is that?

[tothefly]

Annoying.

[Maybe stuffing it between the seat cushions will muffle it a little...?]

[takeabow]

Well, obviously.

[reconstitution]

[ He's dealt with a lot of torturous noises in his life, but this one may actually take first place. His face is scrunched in annoyance as he searches for the source to make it stop. Oh. Look, it's her.

If you need something to smash it with, he is pretty handy when it comes to bashing. ]

« What are you doing? »

[ Why do you do this, Natasha? ]

[tothefly]

[She replies in the same language, not even thinking about who might be listening.]

Trying to make it stop. You have a hammer?

[Perhaps a not so choice selection of words, but still apropos. She doesn't retract them, still fiddling with buttons.]

[reconstitution]

« A hammer isn't necessary. »

[ He simply holds out his left hand, palm up. Who needs a hammer when you have a nearly-indestructible fist? ]

[truthvalue]

[Well ... OK. That's definitely different. The melody is distorted somewhat, but still recognizable with some effort.]

It's your birthday?

[tothefly]

It's the wrong date.

[She doesn't want to answer yes to this question, especially here. Like this. Come on, don't any of these buttons work?]

[truthvalue]

Early or late?

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese KNOWS that song. That song is the music of his SOUL. He'll canter over like an excited puppy. ]

Sweet Celestia! Is it your birthday?!!!

[tothefly]

No. They're off by a few hours.

[Like she'd tell you, party pony. You're just going to get confetti in her hair again, aren't you?]

[preformthisneigh]

[It is an inevitability at this juncture. Yep. His grin widens.]

Oh wow, really? That means I got a couple hours to prepare a fantabulous birthday party for you!