Paisley mingle

[reek]

Who: The SS Paisley & visitors
Broadcast: None
Action: Paisley
When: February

[ Step up, step up. Survive the Paisley and win a prize! ]

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Around, but on his way to the infirmary (backdated to the end of his first week)

[reek]

[ Things could be better.

If you haven't had the joy of meeting Theon yet, now is probably the opportune moment. Gone is his arrogant smile. Instead, he looks very defeated and, for once in his life, doesn't seem to be in the mood for mouthing off or arguing with anyone.

That may have something to do with his incredibly bruised face and the nice set of bruises are beginning to form around his neck. Ironically, none of which are actually the fault of his crewmates.

Welcome to the fleet, Theon. ]

[stefanged]

[When Theon makes it over, Stefan's already prepared the med bay with what he needs: various creams and ointments are on the table, and one of the beds is cleared. (Vampiric hearing does come in handy every now and then!)

He gives Theon a quick once-over, wincing in sympathy before he rolls up his sleeves.]

Rough week?

[reek]

[ Despite the bruises, Theon manages to make his glare pretty obvious. For someone who was too stubborn to shut up not too long ago, he's exceptionally tight-lipped now.

All the same, it was his choice to come here. If he wants the medical attention he's after, he is obliged to speak.]

You could say that.

[sandhate]

[ He's on the opposite end of this corridor when he sees Theon, looking bruised and battered like the poor bastard he is. He quickly steps up to him and offers a hand, and checks Theon over for any limping and obvious bleeding while he's there. ]

What'd you do! Fall into a trash compactor?

[reek]

[ Theon wishes. He also wishes Anakin would neither talk to him nor touch him, waving offf any attempts at help with a pinched look on his face. He's already been humiliated enough, sandman. ]

I would have to know what one is in order to have fallen into it.

[ He sounds frustrated. Not knowing what things are and how to behave is really grinding on his nerves. ]

[sandhate]

KITCHEN
[ Not everyone likes gooey, sludge-like protein foodstuff and for that, he benefits. Anakin can be found squeezing as much soft-solid cubes into a bowl.

Then covering it with too many combinations of flavour-gels.

Just too many.

Or is it.

He hovers over the "powder" dispenser and contemplates the deep question of when enough is enough. ]

SHUTTLE BAY
[ When he's not on duty or have nothing to do, he slacks in this corner of the shuttle bay. He gets to see who goes out and who comes in, and unless they really look they won't see him. There's a number of crates of gumballs to sit on too. Perfect vantage point.

He's mostly just sitting around with a bag of curious looking peanut-like snack that may or may not be wiggling in hand. There's a book abandoned next to him (Knees in Love VII) and small pile of something that looks like it might be speeding ticket. ]

kitchen;

[theshabbiestofmen]

Ooh, I wouldn't, if I were you.

[Because Remus had the exact same idea. He wrinkles his nose as he comes in-- a little at Anakin's creation, but also at the choices before him. He's hungry, but god, it's nasty as hell. Still, he needs to eat, so he begins gathering: chicken cubes and vegetable cubes and erugh.]

I mean, do what you'd like, but-- I don't know if all those flavors are going to taste of anything but muck if you do them all at once.

[sandhate]

[ He sticks a finger in for a taste; it's not awful, it's edible and a bit spicy? Like a spicy banana. The important thing is: ]

It's edible. And it's going to be muck anyway. Might as well get the most of it.

[ He shrugs then peeks at what Remus has in his bowl. ]

I take it you're not a fan.

[ Kitchen ]

[axeboyfriend]

[ Shinjiro had been going to the kitchen to, somewhat begrudgingly, check out the situation with the protein... foodstuff... in the kitchen, but upon spotting Anakin's travesty in a bowl, he appears frozen in mute horror with an empty bowl of his own. ]

[sandhate]

[ He does it.

Powder is on top. It's some kind of white cheddar mix and he's not quite sure what he feels about that. Anakin looks down then at Shinjiro with a sigh. ]

Yes, I am eating this. All of it.

[ No need for Jedi abilities to figure out what Shinjiro was going to ask ]

Shuttle

[tobeajedi]

[Vima's dropping by the Paisley as usual, but she stops before she even gets out of the shuttle bay when she senses a certain presence in there.

She sees the stack of parking tickets before she sees him, though. In spite of the serious matters the floot Jedi are grappling with, she cracks a grin.]

Are those all yours?

[sandhate]

[ He smirk faintly and shrugs, brushing the accusation aside. ]

Lucky me, huh. People have places to go, time's money, the tin-cans don't understand and I can't just say I'm on Jedi business anymore.

[ Both because it doesn't make sense to the robotic cops and that would almost be a lie. ]

[willak]

Armory

[Ray's made it apart of her routine every day to keep track of the armory's inventory and to clean and dismantle every weapon she had the ability to. Which, it turns out, was every since one.

Every day after noon she could be found going and staying for at least an hour. ]

Washroom

[Ray had been going out to the Station every day now. Usually she came back after a good eight hours or so but today she hadn't left at all, and instead looked as if she was getting ready for a date of some kind. She stood in front of the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she started putting on some eyeliner.

While she was still wearing her baggy shirts and pants, there was a slinky dress hanging on one of the shower rungs near her as she worked putting on a face that would be a little more enticing than usual.]

Paisley

[Or you can simply bump into her anywhere on the ship!]

Washroom

[helladoomed]

[Chloe had been pretty lucky with not running into people in the bathroom when she was visiting Max, but this time when she poked her head in, she found...a woman she didn't recognize (which was fine) clearly getting ready for some kind of fancy shindig.]

[So she couldn't help but be curious. After she peed and while she was washing her hands, anyway.]

Hot date tonight?

[She asked with a bit of a grin.]

[willak]

[Ray didn't mind people coming and going through the bathroom while she was getting ready - it'd be a little ridiculous to think this space wasn't going to be used on a ship this size.

Still. She'd remember hair that blue if she'd seen Chloe before - by how relaxed she seemed, clearly she must visit the ship often.

Ray wouldn't bite off her head for that at least, and smiled at Chloe before returning to carefully winging out her eyeliner.]

If you consider gettin' paid hot.

[stefanged]

[Whenever Stefan appears in the kitchen, it's for a brief moment while he brews his usual cup of tea - or a whole thermos! - and vanishes back to his room. No baked goods (cookies, ma'amoul, baklava) or dinner from him for a while. Sorry, crew: he'll be back to business as usual later.

Very rarely, he's in the med bay, mostly to re-arrange things to accommodate their second lab support. But even that's brief, because otherwise, he's holed up in his room (or Alex's, should you catch him coming out of hers). Nights are sleepless too; if you're up late, you may catch him on the bridge with a diary and pen in hand. His entire mood is melancholy, like he's struggling to hold the weight of the world. Sometimes, he thinks he actually is.]

[tobeajedi]

[Vima feels that something is wrong as soon as she steps onto the Paisley--it's not a sense of danger, but of sadness. She hasn't experienced that before. And she also knows that it's Stefan's.

She heads to the kitchen with quick steps, in time to catch him in mid-brew and see the thermos.]

Careful. You don't want to overdo it on that stuff.

[stefanged]

[He pauses, glancing up from his nearly-full thermos. Huh. He hadn't even noticed. Reaching for another teacup, he rushes to fix her a cup too. Stefan's gonna be a good host, because in the end, his mood shouldn't determine his hospitality.]

Thanks. I guess I've been out of it lately.

[sandhate]

[ Stefan appears to be the only one awake or on the ship at the same time as him lately. Both of them sleepless and weighing matters in their own heads. He doesn't usually bother him, knowing the need for solitude. But he is itching to do something.

Anakin taps him in the shoulder as a greeting and push a cup of tea. It's probably not Stefan's usual brand, it's Obi-Wan's and he just happen to have some - he never gave it to his master when he had the chance. ]

Looked like you needed it.

[stefanged]

[Tea is tea, regardless of what kind it is. Stefan blinks back surprise at the gift, but he accepts it with the warmest smile he's given anyone all week. Which is still pretty weak, as far as smiles go, but it beats a brooding stare.]

Thanks. I guess it [my sour mood] was pretty obvious, huh?

[delincuente]

[Alex tiptoes over to Stef's door before dinner, after hearing he'd been holed up in there this afternoon. It has to be something serious if he's picked his room over the med bay, so she's come armed with her little monster pillow and some completely genuine, non-prickly hugs.

Tap. Tap.]

You in there?

[stefanged]

Yeah, hang on.

[He opens the door for her, stepping aside to let her in. His hair isn't even gelled like usual - sure, he's put gel in it, but bits of his hair flop over, rather than staying up like usual. Between that and his general ragged posture, it's more than obvious something happened.

Stefan does, however, manage a smile at her pillow.] I see we've got company tonight.

[helladoomed]

Max's room

[Chloe isn't actually a member of the crew and yet she sure does seem to be around a lot, doesn't she? At least three or four days a week, mainly in the morning or evenings. She might, even, be caught coming or going out of Max's room during the night, heading for the bathroom. In her pajamas (read: a t-shirt and underwear), even. No shame.]

Exploring/wandering/wildcard

[At other times she could be found in the kitchen eating their food, or hanging out in Max's office reading her communicator, or just wandering around killing time. She's typically gone in the middle of the day, back to her own ship, at least...]

[delincuente]

[As soon as Chloe comes out of the bathroom, she'll find herself under the sudden, harsh light of - a magic wand? Alex holds it up like an interrogation lamp, loudly popping her gum. She smirks.]

Sleepover going well?

[helladoomed]

[Chloe took a quick step back at that light, eyes wide, and had to squint past it to see that it was...Oh, Alex. Okay. Not actually an emergancy. She crossed her arms.]

I don't know...if I answer wrong you gonna turn me into a frog or somethin'?