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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[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?

so stupidly meta im sorry....

[evildetector]

[ he'll whine while she resists, but just playfully. ]

I dunno. About you? You've seen some serious shit, Nova. I'd read that book.

you're the best

[takeabow]

Oh, come on. No one would want to read what I have to say. It's too much. It's not realistic.

[evildetector]

My best friend is a werewolf and I got possessed by a creepy evil fox spirit.

[takeabow]

To be fair, I probably wouldn't believe that if I didn't know you guys.

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.

[reconstitution]

I know how that is.

[ He's 100% guilty of it, too. ]

[takeabow]

This is just how bored I am.

[reconstitution]

What would you rather do?

[takeabow]

Breathe fresh air.

[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.

[takeabow]

Katniss Everdeen.

[ her response is pretty immediate, though it's clear that maybe she didn't mean to say it at first ]

Uh, but I go by Nova here.

[enshields]

[It gives him a moment's pause, he flips the pencil he's holding between his fingers and taps the eraser down against the paper. His first inclination is to think super-hero, but he supposes there could be any number of reasons why someone would choose an alias, and 'Captain America' isn't one to talk.

He leans against his left elbow, letting his fingers brush against his short hair.]

Nova it is. It's nice to meet you.

[takeabow]

Yeah, you too.

[ she notices his pause ]

I was somewhere else before here. They wiped our memories when we got there.

[enshields]

[His attention flickers up to her.]

Before the Marsiva, you mean?

[takeabow]

Yeah. It wasn't in space. It's called Aather.