steve's luck with things that fly is nonexistent, really.

[enshields]

Who: Crew of the Bloodsport, anyone who'd drop by!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Anywhere on the ship.
When: 12/13/15 specifically, but you can really pick and choose as much as you would like as far as dates go. Get your mingle on!

ps: as an aside, the bit of media that Steve received was a 'Star-Spangled Man' USO performance so if anyone wants to have seen that so hilarity can ensue, feel free.

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SUNDAY; PREP

[mikangirl]

[In reality, she only comes into the kitchen to wash up a couple of glasses. Seeing Steve in there pulls her up short and she leans against the doorway, glass rims caught in her fingers.]

I see you weren't kidding. What's on the menu?

[enshields]

[He's covered in flour up to elbows, so he nods at her instead of any sort of hand gesture.]

I was thinkin' tuna casserole. Ingredients don't have to be fresh to taste good. I'm not using the sink, you go ahead.

[mikangirl]

Sounds better than our usual gel fare. [She moves to the sink to wash up, but peers at what he's doing. Tuna has always been well liked on her crew.]

You need a hand? I mean, I'm only washing dishes because I've run out of things to do.

[enshields]

I'm takin' ideas for dessert.

[He could always whip up another pie, but part of him is reluctant to. His Ma's recipe should really only be a once-in-a-while thing.]

[mikangirl]

Options are limited. [She thinks about that a moment, flipping the glasses over to dry.]

If we've still got ice cream I've got some tinned peaches. It might do the trick. [The waystation didn't exactly sell the fresh stuff, but she'll take stewed when there's no other option.]

[enshields]

If you don't mind contributing them, that'd do the trick. You thinkin' pie?

[Not that peaches and ice cream is any sort of hardship in and of itself, but the crust would add a nice contrast.]

[mikangirl]

If you can live with eating more pie, that's definitely something I can manage. Might make the peaches go a little further, too.

[enshields]

[He rubs his forearm against his cheek - which just results in him wearing more flour.]

Sure. Should have enough leftover to whip one up.

[He shuffles his operation sideways to give her room on the small counter.]

Bored?

[He says it with a faint note of sympathy. Hard not to climb the walls in such a small space. Especially so soon after the loss of a friend, he's guessing.]

[mikangirl]

[Her lips twitch at the new flour smear, but Nami doesn't mention it.]

A little. There's only so much time I can stand staring at star charts before my vision goes blurry. It's been a little more fun around the waystations, though.

[Shopping is therapy.]

[enshields]

Haven't spent much time there. What's the attraction?

[He isn't even considering shopping as a thing that could assuage boredom. Maybe there's a movie theatre or something he's just missed entirely. Also-- that glass Nami just washed is the perfect size to cut out biscuits, so he's going to snag it now that it's mostly dry and use it to press down into the dough he's flattened out. Neat little circular blob of dough are set off to one side so he can toss them on top of the casserole dish when he's done.]

[mikangirl]

The ability to make the one real choice I can around here: what to spend my money on.

[She grins faintly, an edge to it, but then she shrugs, digging around for ingredients herself.] But I like shopping. And I'd been wearing the same white shirt for nearly a year. It's been to hell and back, and a girl likes a bit of variety in her wardrobe.

[enshields]

[It's a honed edge of bitterness, and Steve sets his jaw against it. Because it's true, isn't it? They've been taken from their homes, implanted with-- something against their will. Choice is moot. He's been ignoring that, at least as far as conversations with others go. It's never very far from his mind.]

A year? How'd that happen?

[mikangirl]

The last place I got stuck in wasn't so hospitable. Shortages on food and water, never mind anything approaching a change of clothes. I traded for animal fur to keep warm, and someone gave me the shirt. [An over-large men's shirt at that, but when you turn up into winter wearing a tanktop and shorts you take what you can get. She'd been wearing it on board the ship until the day he brought her pie.]

It practically got torn down to pieces in my stay there. Makeshift bandages and things like that. [Which isn't the greatest memory, but she only smiles a little wryly.] I was kind of amused when I turned up here and it was back in pristine condition.

[enshields]

[The picture she paints is one he knows all too well. Short on supplies, inadequate winter gear, inhospitable conditions. The sympathy that flickers across his expression isn't feigned, but it's brief. He's not one for pity.

It does cast her in a new light. Not that he'd had any cause to doubt her skills or experience before, but-- well. Shared life experience.]

This place just loves its irony.

[His tone is equally replete with it. He even rolls his eyes (however faintly).]

Well, if you ever need a guy to carry your bags...

[mikangirl]

Doesn't it? [She glances at him side on, a more friendly grin now.] I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

What about you? Is this the first time you've turned up in a place like this?

[enshields]

[He snorts.]

Somewhere completely unfamiliar, where it seems the whole world's gone crazy around me? No. Not the first time.

[mikangirl]

[The way he phrases it makes her think it's not got much to do with places like the Fleet. She pauses for a moment, wondering if she should ask. Decides it's none of her business.]

Gets old after a while, doesn't it?

[enshields]

Sure ain't my favourite thing.

[He presses out the last of the biscuits, rolls the remaining dough back into a ball so he can flatten it out and repeat the process with what little is left.]

You think Atroma's going to send everybody home once they've had their fun?

[mikangirl]

I'm sure of it, actually. [Her lips curve up as she works.] I've got a friend who went home with me after Adstring-- the last place. I never made it back because I ended up here instead. But he did. He was there sailing with my crew before he also turned up on the Fleet, and I was home doing my job like I was meant to be.

So either we all go back, or I'm the one that wins the popularity contest. And I doubt that part. [She's not even trying.]

[enshields]

[A bit of a snort. Popularity contests. Bond sales take a ten percent bump in every state I visit. He's bought that T-shirt once before, and never again.]

Oh, I don't know. I think you've got a shot.

[mikangirl]

Probably. [Shamelessly. Without missing a beat.] If I tried. Which I'm not. I don't like dancing for other people's entertainment unless it's by choice.