mingle on the pathstone

[dawnwillcome]

Who: The Pathstone crew and anyone brave enough to come say hi
Broadcast: not this time
Action: I mean obvs
When: all month? all month!

[Contrary to popular believe, the Pathstone isn't THAT useless. Yes they can go months without an upgrade and sure they're kind of a mess at the best of times, but they still function!

Most of the time. Flying sideways in space is all about perspective anyway, and they haven't done a barrel roll in like... well probably awhile.

So welcome, new Pathstone dwellers! We're probably very sorry in advance.]

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[dawnwillcome]

[If he is taking notes, it's a good thing she's misleading him. She's pretty sure he doesn't mean it, at least not at face value. The necklace is something she notices more now that she knows the purpose of it and she finds herself wondering what happened to it when he died, if it had been a much closer call that she realized.

She feels a little cold now that she's considered that possibility, but it doesn't stop her from stripping down to her Atroma issued tank top and one of the few frivolous purchases she's made for herself, a simple pair of close fitting shorts that had proven to be very comfortable to sleep in.

She wears no shoes at any time, of course, so her undressing goes just as fast as his does, and like him there's a necklace tucked safely away. Hers is a ring on a leather cord, but it's long enough to be hidden under the neck of the tank top and it's something that's been there so long she doesn't think twice about it.]

I find that hard to believe, for some reason.

[She follows him into bed, pulling the blankets and pillows she favors around her. She hadn't slept here quite as much after her relationship with Cullen had progressed to spending nearly every night in bed with him, but she's not surprised to find she's missed it here. It's just as comfortable as it ever was, and as she lays down and stretches out she sighs in contentment.]

[heresyandlace]

Do you?

[but he's hardly paying attention to the conversation, of course. as soon as he slithers into the blankets, he's realizing exactly how tired he really is. he'd been pushing his sleeping schedule to further and further extremes lately, and he'd really overtaxed himself with this last week or so.

exhaustion drags on him like weights, but he still gives a great big stretch, sprawled out on his back, before folding his arms behind his head and settling down.]

[dawnwillcome]

Or perhaps you enjoy things that are far too elaborate for their own good, I couldn't begin to guess.

[For the first time in weeks, once she's in bed and ready to attempt sleeping Jove actually feels like it might work. Maybe all she needed was this, one push to make being conscious impossible.

She could thank Tek for providing it, but she won't. No sense in giving any more credit and inflating his ego any more than she already has.]

Melava somniar, lethallin.

[His augment will tell him she's wishing him pleasant dreams, or something close to that.]

[heresyandlace]

That sounds more likely.

[it's something he has been accused of, at the very least.

and he only answers her with a noncommittal 'mhmm,' before settling in for his usual shuffle-around in the nest until he finds a comfortable spot that he likes. this time, it takes the form of him hugging a lump of blankets towards himself as he brings his arms down from where they'd been folded... and she just happens to be kind of caught up in the mass.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She isn't expecting to be dragged anywhere, if she's honest, so he gets a muffled, surprised sound from her that's followed almost immediately by a soft laugh. Not expecting it, sure, but it's impossible to deny this is something that makes far too much sense for him to do.]

If you wanted to hold me, you could have just asked.

[heresyandlace]

[his eyes are already closed, but he smirks.]

I think you're underestimating how much I like these blankets.