Blameless gumball wishes and taxicab dreams

[thespaceopera]

[On Today's Episode of Drift Fleet:

The cargo are still full of crates of gumballs! The ships are well booked past capacity! There's a new empty vessel in the fleet- the SS Blameless! Official alerts have informed the passengers that they are signed to contracts that they've never agreed to! They are still docked at the dazzling FS Starlight, but are flat broke (or have they made it big?)

How is the fleet handling these turns of events? Find out in the continuation!

...Meaning, this is a spillover mingle for February's mingle as it's hit recaptcha. Feel free to use this mingle to start new threads, or carry on old threads from the previous mingle!

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Tag around, have fun, and feel free to continue posting your own posts/ship mingles! We really mean it this time when we say this will be the only mod-posted one for the event!]

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[speedboat]

It's either dance with me, or tell me why you've been following me. [ he looks unimpressed, gaze flicking back up to meet bucky's. ] Your choice, pal.

[reconstitution]

[ Thankfully, he is immune to unimpressed looks. He very well isn't going to tell Howard it's to make sure he stays out of trouble, or for any sort of noble reason. It was mainly out of curiosity. ]

I don't dance. [ Oh, such lies. He hadn't remembered he even knew how, but between Jim's music and then teaching him again, Winter definitely knows. It's more of a matter of with whom he doesn't want to dance. ]

Obligation.

[speedboat]

[ obligation. to him? or maybe for... ]

I still haven't seen Steve. [ that strikes weird to him, not like the rest of this place is normal. ]

[reconstitution]

He's around. Stationed on the Bloodsport. [ He shrugs a shoulder stiffly. ]

[speedboat]

I went there looking for him. [ no cigar. he shrugs, trying not to look wrecked by it. even tho he very clearly is. ]

[reconstitution]

I don't know what to tell you. [ Is it weird that he doesn't feel either way about the situation? He and Steve are still trying to get to know one another. ]

[speedboat]

Didn't ask you to tell me anything. [ or follow him around. he was doing fine!! howard goes uncharacteristically silent, mustache twitching as he mulls things over. ]

[reconstitution]

No, you didn't. You implied that you wanted information.

[ If Howard is looking for some sort of tell, he won't find one. Winter's face is some semblance of neutral, expression as closed off as he can get. His focus remains on Howard's face, waiting. ]

[speedboat]

[ he's not expecting to find a tell, or anything like that. but for some reason the look gets him talking. ]

...I've been looking for him, you know. All over. Day and night. Me and Peg both. [ he shakes his head, sobering up considerably just for this. ] And here he is -- here you both are. I don't know what to think.

[reconstitution]

You may as well stop looking. You're wasting your time.

[ It's blunt, but truthful. He's not going to find Steve. He's looking in the wrong place. ]

This place doesn't care about timelines. You'll get over it.

[speedboat]

[ that gets him. he clenches his jaw, zero hesitation. ] I'll never stop looking.

[ though he may get over it here, he's already beginning to... in his own way. ]

[reconstitution]

≪ Stupid. ≫

[ Well, here you go, Howard. Your first dose of Russian in the Fleet. He speaks it as a grumbled mutter, shaking his head a fraction. ]

[speedboat]

[ he wrinkles up his nose. russians. of course. ] You've never had a mission you wouldn't quit? Even if it was a fool's errand. [ maybe even because of that. he doesn't mind running into a trap every now and again, clearly. ]

[reconstitution]

Mission failures were not an option. [ No one expects the Spanish Inquisition Russians! Or maybe they're the totally obvious answer. But also Hydra. ]

[speedboat]

Exactly. [ satisfied, he gets back up. ] The dance floor is calling me back. Last chance.

[reconstitution]

Pass.

[ He takes a step back, showing that he won't stand in Howard's way. ]

[speedboat]

Suit yourself, pal. [ he heads back to the club, shooting one last look over his shoulder. he'll be looking out for you in darkened spaces now winter <3 ]