mingle with the commoners or something

[huaaaaagh]

Who: Paisley crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Paisley!
When: All month, it's a mingle!!

[Sup, team? Off the planet we all go, and upgrades we did get. Enjoy the coffee supply, it is guaranteed to not last long. But hey, the beds are nice!]

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[stefanged]

[As usual, Stefan can be found in the med bay, either restocking medicine in his shelves or writing in his diary. He's holed up there most of the day, especially when everyone's getting sick from that nasty cold. There's always a fresh thermos of hot tea (and it seems to be never-ending?) by his side. The mugs he got from Elena're right beside him, and since the door's partially open, it's not hard to smell.

When he's not in the med bay, he's either baking sugar cookies in the kitchen, grumbling about powdered milk or some ingredient that doesn't quite transfer well to the oddities of outer space (but hey, it's still edible and halfway decent). Next time, he suspects, he's gonna add his share of coffee grounds and a little bit of cocoa, just to see what happens, because he needs something to go with his tea. And as much as he likes their sourdough, it doesn't hit the spot.

If all else fails? He's wandering around the hallways, because even a vampire's got some restless energy he needs to let go of.]

[delincuente]

[Alex wanders into the med bay early in the evening, wearing the purple robe over her pajamas and looking positively content for the first time since they've been on this planet. Her cold is finally gone, she's gotten to enjoy a peaceful week in the cozy town thanks to her new stock of soft sweaters, and she can finally just curl up with her fantastic boyfriend and enjoy a little bit of their time in this messed up universe. Smiling impishly, she sidles up behind him at the medicine shelves and wraps her arms around him from behind in what she hopes is at least a somewhat surprise hug.]

Hey. How's the science going in here?

[stefanged]

[He stiffens for about a millisecond before easing himself into the hug. Maybe she succeeded in surprising him!]

The science happens to keep everyone healthy. [Ooor maybe he was waiting for her to come in, because he's a little too comfortable with the affection. Even leaning forward a little, just so she can rest her head against his shoulder.] But it's good. Just bought enough medicine to last us the next two planets.

[delincuente]

They'd better be warm ones. [She snuggles up closer to rest her head, her socked toes brushing against the backs of his feet.] I don't want to see snow again 'til I'm about seventy.

[sandhate]

[ apparently, they got some upgrades in there and checking it out seems like a good idea, it was better than sitting around and thinking himself in circles. the kitchen is something he always stays away from and his usual visits are a quick grab-and-go sort of deal.

but that smell. he smells it before he even enters the kitchen. it's cookies and he hasn't had cookies in years. he really hopes stefan is willing to share. he leans over, avoiding the mess himself, but enough to get stefan's attention. ]

You're making cookies.

[stefanged]

I sure am.

[Now that's a voice he hasn't heard, and Stefan makes it a priority to know everyone on the ship. He glances up from the oven, pulling out a fresh batch of cookies and setting them on the counter.]

Well, I'm trying to. My recipes don't translate well with what Atroma has - but you're welcome to them when they've cooled down.

[sandhate]

Don't mind if I do.

[ his mouth pulls up into a kind appreciative smile. he takes off the glove on his flesh hand and picks up a cookie. it's hot but he easily floats the cookie in his hand before taking another, stacking them neatly in mid-air ]

I met someone else in the fleet who likes to cook. She seems to be running into problems finding the right ingredients for her dishes too.

[timelapsed]

[ There's a small CLICK from the door as Max snaps a photo of Stefan with his tea. ]

I'm going to call this one... "Caught Slacking." [ It's obvious that she's joking, she knows you work hard Stefan. ]

[stefanged]

[He lets out a small snort as he peers over at Max.]

Tell me you at least got my good side.

[Not that he'd know if he had one. Stefan and pictures are usually like oil and water. He motions for her to come in, gesturing to an empty mug.] How're your latest photos coming along?

[timelapsed]

I'm pretty sure I did. Then again, a guy like you probably doesn't even have a bad side. [ She'll wander over, holding the polaroid that developed. ] You can take a look for yourself, though. [ Instant cameras are the best.

Trading the picture for a mug. ] It's nice not having to worry about running out of film. At least for now. [ Not much of an answer, but an answer. ]

open!!

[misterprongs]

[ james can usually be found at his piloting station, though he's a little more thoughtful than usual. less talkative, more deep in thought. lily's birthday has passed, and sirius' did in november. he's beginning to feel more and more homesick. so feel free to prod him.

the greatest hint is definitely that he's switched the paisley into auto-pilot instead of doing something incredibly stupid.

other than that, he can be found in his room, in the kitchen making tea, practicing wandless magic in the hallways, or letting his loose golden snitch wander about the hallways because he's forgotten to put it back in his pocket.

whoops. ]

[sandhate]

[ it's his shift. or so he thought. he hasn't really been keen on keeping track of time and duties here, on this ship he can barely sit comfortably in.

though he knew there was another pilot, he wasn't expecting someone else in the seat. they've rarely crossed paths. anakin leaves early and sets the ship to auto-pilot and he always arrives to an empty seat.

unlike today.

he ducks in and coughs to make his presence known. ]

So, you must be my co-pilot. James, right?

[misterprongs]

[ james blinks at the cough and turns in his chair to look over his shoulder. there's the briefest pause, a lack of recognition, but it connects pretty quickly.

right. he has a co-pilot now. ]

-- that's me.

[ with a grin, and james pushes himself up, standing to extend a hand, to shake. nothing but polite. ]

Anakin, right? Welcome to the Paisley.

[sandhate]

[ anakin returns the handshake with a polite smile and then sits in the spot next to james. ]

Thanks. I'd say it's good to be on board but there are apparently cameras every where and I don't want them to get the wrong impression. Like, I want to be on this game show or something.

[timelapsed]

[ James probably catches sight of Max stalking through the halls. Stalking after that golden snitch James let loose. Because, shit, that thing is cool as heck and she wants a picture!

Unfortunately, every time it stops and she tries to snap a picture, it moves again, leaving a photograph of a wall or, at best, a golden blur. ] Oh come on! Can't you stay still for, like, two seconds!?

[misterprongs]

[ james is, indeed, just leaving the kitchens with tea when max storms by. his eyes immediately gravitate toward the snitch, and once he realizes that's what max is after -- ]

Want me to grab it?

[ he may be slightly more mature, but he's still an absolute show-off. ]

[timelapsed]

[ HRRRNGH another bust. She is going to rewind so much that-

Oh wait James is here ]

What? No! ...No.

I need a shot of it in the air. Can you like... just tell it to stop for a minute? [ that's not how it works Max ]

OTA

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's hoarding as much of the coffee supply as he possibly can; he'd rather have that than the questionably tea-like beverage he acquired on the planet. That's for backup once the coffee runs out. The only thing that's got his full interest at all for the moment is whenever Remus is around to teach.

For the time being, Loki's spending much of his time shut in his office with a note posted prominently on the door. Notes include:
I don't care in the slightest.
Do you have any idea how loudly you breathe through your mouth?

This door to be replaced.
What doth a dragon love more than stars and bones?

Though he does leave occasionally to sit in the kitchen and read while he sucks down more of the coffee. Because really, it's not as much fun to ignore people if they don't know you're actively ignoring them. Of course, if you happen to be in the kitchen at the same time as him, prepare to be harassed with illusions. Or find yourself sitting in there with someone who doesn't look like Loki. (A good looking lady? A random viking? Loki's Steve Rogers impression? Who knows.)]

opeeeeen

[timelapsed]

[ All right, Max has been given a bunch of film for the holidays, and you know what that means. It means that Max can go wild taking pictures. So that's what she's doing! Expect a Max wherever your character might be hanging out, taking snapshots to add to the wall in her own "office."

Failing that, she's probably in that office of hers, hanging up photos or trying to rearrange the furniture to be JUST right. If not there, then in the kitchen, trying out some of that coffee.

....She's used to better coffee. ]

[stefanged]

[Stefan kinda figured that she might need help rearranging the furniture, and since he can lift a couch like he breathes, he peers in, giving her a half-wave as he glances around the office.]

Hey, it's looking pretty good so far.

[timelapsed]

I know, right? If I wasn't so dead-set on photography, I might consider taking up interior decorating. [ No she wouldn't. You're not that good, Max. ]

I still need some proper photography equipment to really get this looking nice. For now, I'll have to settle for making it look presentable instead. [ Which means moving the couch. And desk. ]

[stefanged]

We'll make you a proper sign and everything. "Max Caulfield, Official Fleet Photographer."

[In the blink of an eye - literally a blink - he's holding out said handmade sign. It's a sanded down piece of wood, with "Official Fleet Photographer" written in Stefan's ornate cursive. He's even got the tape necessary to hold it in place. (It's also not a very heavy sign.)]

Where do you think this should go?

[sandhate]

[ Anakin was unpacking a few things from the shuttle when he hears a click and sees a flash from the corner of his eye. It's reminiscent of a blaster shot and he's on alert faster than he can reason with himself.

A few minutes of looking around and he spots her across the cargo hold. Still carrying his bag of metal scraps, he shouts across the room. ]

Hey! Are you making that flash?

[timelapsed]

[ She was caught!

...Well, not like she was exactly trying to hide. She already got her photo - in fact, she's got it in her off hand right now. Instant cameras, reason #22 they're better than digital.

She'll start walking over. ] Yeah!

[ A little closer now. Well, not like the cargo hold is all that big anyway. ]

Sorry. I saw the perfect shot, and I had to take it.

[sandhate]

[ He lifts his shoulders, casually dismissing it. ]

Not a problem. I thought there was a broken cable.

[ Peering at the photo in her hand, he narrows his eyes and laughs lightly. Because who takes actual photos anymore?? ]

What is that?