Paisley mingle!

[complicatedliar]

Who: Paisley crew and anyone with an excuse to be around/visitors/etc
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Around on the paisley
When: 11/25 on

[Time for the crew to get to know each other (again?) after returning from the Marsiva. Time to be one big happy family again! And what's a family without a contrary, asshole little brother?]

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[complicatedliar]

[Loki had spent much of his previous turn on the ship holed up in the little private room with his name on it while he assessed the situation. He sleeps in there, curled up on the couch with the door barricaded, because he doesn't trust anyone enough to sleep near them. Now that he's feeling a bit better because he got laid a lot he'll leave the door open a bit.

With the following note on it:]

My dearest fellow crew, of course you are welcome to speak with your personnel officer at any time. Be secure in the knowledge that no matter what petty little problems you might have, I truly do not care in the slightest.

[He'll also wander a bit during his waking time, stalking the ship like an angry cat.]

[huaaaaagh]

[Kirito spends a lengthy moment staring down the note just outside of view from the open door, equal parts boggled that he can even understand it and wary of the offer within. You'd have to be an idiot not to read the sarcasm practically dripping from every word.

It's not like Kirito knows what the personnel officer is really there for. They already have Max, but her job seems mostly moral support and photography, and she's way more easy to talk to. Is this the role Loki's decided for himself, is he mocking them, or is he just as clueless about it and isn't saying? Feels overwhelmingly like that middle option...

...mind, it's weird for this particular crew member's door to even be open in the first place. The note isn't welcoming, but if he really wanted everyone to leave him alone, he could just shut the door.

So, whatever. If this goes sour, he can just leave. With an inward sigh, he raps his knuckles lightly against the doorframe.]

[complicatedliar]

[Really, someone's actually bearding him in his lair? Well hopefully they don't stink up the room too badly. It isn't as if he can open a window in space.

Loki nudges the door open with his foot and regards the boy on the other side coolly. Sniffs. Hm. Not too smelly, as mortals go. He nudges the door a bit further open and then sprawls out on his chair.]

What is it you want?

[huaaaaagh]

[Rude, he's not smelly at all for a male teenage nerd!!

Kirito shuffles somewhat awkwardly from foot to foot. Maybe this was a terrible decision.]

Mostly to welcome you properly to the Paisley. We didn't really get acquainted before.

[He hadn't felt inclined to bother the surly-looking possibly-violent dude.]

[delincuente]

[The last time they had a personnel officer, it was a timid tween girl. Alex has to concede that this one at least seems more amusing. With a laugh, she takes the notes and bumps the door open to see what kind of loser they've wound up with this time. One with a sense of humor, she's hoping.]

Dude, I totally forgot about you. How's it hanging?

[It's half true. All through their time aboard the Marsiva, she was too absorbed in her own problems to go seek out their newest crew member. Besides, that's the sort of thing she leaves up to her First Mate.]

[complicatedliar]

[...dude? Did she just call him... dude. Mortals. Oy. Okay, fine. He effortlessly switches over to the accent and mode of speech he last heard from Rogue's friend Kitty Pryde.]

Oh my god, like totally, it's hanging straight down to town. How's tricks, girlfriend?

[Delivered with a completely straight face.]

[delincuente]

[She knows immediately that he's making fun of her - and there's nothing wrong with that, this is pretty much SS Sass as far as she's concerned. With a grin of approval, she takes another step into the room.

You done fucked up, Loki.]

Welcome to the freakshow, then. I'm Captain Russo.

[He's older than her, of course she's going to make him call her Captain.]

Where'd they drag you in from?

[sinuosity]

[ She is looking for Sansa in particular, and hasn't come to the Huntress yet in her search. Instead, she stops when she sees him in the corridor. ]

Loki.

[complicatedliar]

[Well this is unexpected. A visitor, and not from the ship.]

Ah. Nyssa Demonsdottir. Well met.

[He nudges the door a little more open, a tacit invitation if she wants it.]

[sinuosity]

[ She nods. ]

Well-met. I take it this is your ship?

[misterprongs]

[ have a note on top of your note, sir ]

Bollocks what you think, I need a therapist, you git.

~ Mssr. Prongs.

PS: Your handwriting's rubbish.

[complicatedliar]

[Oho. Have a note back.]

I'll be certain to let the captain know there is a person with potentially dangerous psychological problems on board. I hope everyone else will be locking their doors and sleeping with one eye open, you seem quite unhinged.

~ Loki

PS: I still don't care.

[misterprongs]

[ this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship ]

Dear Loki (aka the worst therapist in the universe, apparently),

I can't sleep for the absurd diagnosis you've given me. In fact, I think I'm going quite mad, and you might be my first victim. Watch your pudding tonight.

~ Mssr. Prongs.

PS: Who let you be the personnel on this ship, demons?

[theshabbiestofmen]

[His transfer request hasn't yet come in, but still Remus spends most of his time on the Paisley. Best to start to get to know his new crew, right? He'll be sorry to leave Tyrion, but frankly, he's glad to be near James. He'll be transforming next week, and that's put him on edge. Anything that soothes him is welcome.

But so: he's started greeting people, trying to learn names and faces. Everyone's been quite friendly so far, so of course it stands to reason someone won't be.

Remus stops outside his door. He can see a figure in the room, but still he reads the note.]

Well. That's to the point, I suppose. Are you awake in there?

[If Loki can sense magic, he ought to be able to sense Remus. Not just that he can use magic-- though that's there too, thrumming all the way down to his bones-- but that his werewolf transformation is coming soon. Remus can feel it; he's grown snappish this past week, stronger, more prone to craving meat (and god, but he does crave it).]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki does, in fact, since the magic. And it's very interesting, he'd definitely like to poke at it some more. And speaking of poking--

He sits up, one hand held up as if to stop Remus from coming in. His expression is a picture of concern.]

Careful now. You might step on it.

[huaaaaagh]

[Kirito's giving the new barstools in the kitchen a test drive- though it's more because of the convenience of the table they're situated in front of, rather than his own curiosity. Stretched out on said table is a small but thick textbook, full of diagrams and way too much technical jargon. It's also, unfortunately, in English.

Kirito is scrutinizing the text and typing notes out on his communicator, but if anyone ventures into the kitchen, they're likely to get recruited in deciphering some of it. Hope you want to learn about robotics today, friends.

That said, he's also volunteering to make dinner since he's already there, so hey, it's win-win.]

[delincuente]

[Alex shuffles into the kitchen in her new slippers and lands on the barstool across from Kirito. Her eyes scan the book - upside down, from her viewpoint - for just a few moments before she gives a derisive snort.]

Doing some light reading?

[Good luck getting her to help.]

[huaaaaagh]

[...Yeah, he can't even pretend, here.]

It's, uh. A little more advanced than I'm used to.

all december weeee

[misterprongs]

[ james is the resident pilot and so the front of the ship is usually where he is, THOUGH he has been working on werewolf-proofing an area of the ship for a bit. so expect some magic, some clanging about, and you might even find a large stag prodding about in a room to see whether or not it'll be big enough.

don't mind the deer, okay.

he doesn't bite. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[It's a week til Remus transforms, and as each day passes, the dark circles under his eyes grow worse. His usual transformations are bad enough, but in a new place, contained by only a locked door and Prongs? It seems a recipe for disaster. He's been having nightmares, both here and on the First Breath-- visions of blood and gore, of James and Tyrion and Alex with their throats torn out, dead because of him, because of what he did--

It's been a long few days, in short. So it's a relief when a door slides open and not James, but Prongs appears. He loves James, he really does, but sometimes it's easier not to have to deal with talking to anyone.]

Hallo, you.

[He comes over with a smile. He'd come over to see how werewolf-proofing was going, and this somewhat answers his question. Very gently he scritches at the stag's neck.]

I'm sorry I haven't any snacks for you-- unless you'd care for some paste-from-a-tube.

[misterprongs]

[ the stag, in greeting, nudges his nose gently against remus' chest (albeit slightly offended at the lack of snacks) before turning around neatly in the room, almost as if to demonstrate "see, I can fit!"

the problem being, though, that it's going to be a tight fit. even james has to duck his head a bit in order not to bang up his antlers on the ceiling. he's a big deer, okay. ]

[delincuente]

[Alex walks in with her nose in an issue of Cosmopolitan - thumbing through the promised lingerie segment - and promptly pauses.

There's a deer in front of her.

... Huh.]

Hey. 'Sup.

[misterprongs]

[ said deer ducks his head slightly to look at the magazine cover before snorting mildly, and the stag looks somewhat amused before taking a few steps back to give alex back her personal space.

really.]

i promised!!

[stefanged]

[The scent of deer's hard to ignore, and Stefan immediately perks up at it. Huh, was there actual wildlife on one of the waystations? If so, maybe he could cook something slightly better than random protein combinations tonight. He looks up and--

Well, that's an actual deer poking in the door. Stefan takes a deep breath, steadying his shaking shoulders. The color's already gone from his eyes: instead of their usual green, they're black, completely devoid of light. He hasn't gone full on vamp face yet, but - but he doesn't have much faith in himself right now.

So he ducks his head, pretending that his book is suddenly that much more fascinating.]

Okay. [another deep breath] If you're sentient, give me a nod.

hashtag blessed.

[misterprongs]

[ oh. that had been the last thing he expected.

while james is a risk taker by nature, and he's not afraid of stefan by any means, he's also not going to take any chances. so the moment stefan's expression changes, he immediately backs up -- and transforms just after he speaks, hands up -- not afraid, but cautious. ]

S'just me.

[ almost apologetic ]

Sorry, I was just -- I needed to make sure that... ahm.

[ how in the fuck does he explain the animagus thing ]

-- that I could fit.