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[cpt_ressentiment]

Who: The Crew of the SS Starstruck + Any Visitors!
Broadcast: Nah prob not
Action: On board the SS Starstruck, or on the spacestation if you like!
When: NOW! and until the next mingle.

[ Y'all know what this is? This is a mingle. So get in here and mingle it out, everyone. o7

We have plenty of new people, but we don't have plenty of room anymore! Never really figured out a more permanent solution to all that yet, did we...? How's everyone coping, hmm?

Welcome newcomers! And welcome visitors! To the oldbie crew - stay awesome. ♥ ]

Comments

OTA cargo hold, kitchen, or bathroom

[theroadwarrior]

[Max has a bad week, at first. His crew won't see much of him, either — he's gone entirely for the entire week after his semi-social and ridiculous broadcast. Where he was, it's hard to tell. When he comes back later, though, he's hardly around for maybe an hour a day at a time, a distant look in his eye and an eerie silence in the way he wanders to hide a jug of water away in one of the secret cargo compartments (where a lot of emergency supplies are that he's stored often). He also returns with decent blades. Thick, sturdy, ones he can sharpen with the tools they have in the cargo bay area.

Any attempt to talk to him will be met with silence. Not stubborn silence, either, but a sort of way about him like those trying to strike up conversation might as well not even be there. It's a mental fog, and sometimes Max gets lost in it, left to wander aimlessly while he looks for — something. Anything. He doesn't stop moving, not for an instant, and it seems the only company he has is the voice(s) inside his head. Occasionally he replies to questions. Important ones, important thoughts.

But today, there appears to be some lucidity regained. He stops by the kitchen, suddenly too hungry. He stuffs his face there with whatever there happens to be. Sorry if any of that food is yours and you were excited for it, it's gone to a good cause. Max's iron stomach.



He also stands in the bathroom half-naked in all of his scarred, tanned glory, after a horrifically quick shower. He's looking with a troubled little frown at the mirror, because his beard is getting downright unruly, and his hair is a bit too overgrown now. He hasn't cut it since the Citadel took his scratchy mane... months and months ago. He grabs a long tuft of locks between his fingers, rolling them and considering it.

Maybe he should cut it.

Hmmmmmmmmm.]

bathroom » a-yup.

[mucked]

[ it starts like any morning. get up, drink tea, and consider another round of falsified food-matter. peggy watches the network with an idle eye as she sits in the kitchen. and oh, she was there to witness some of max's grand feasting, but she didn't say a word. he'd been out of sorts, lately. she doesn't want to push her luck.

but a bit later, she encounters him again. this time it's with a short towel tossed over her shoulder and a toothbrush in her right hand. she'd been aiming to refresh herself (however briefly) with a face-scrub and a minty smile. but instead she walks in on...well, him. and while he's busy looking at his front, she's busy looking at his back. peggy's head tilts. keep muzzled...? ]

Hello.

[ after a few more heartbeats, she announces herself. ]

bathroom »

[theroadwarrior]

[He glances back towards her, brow quirked and hair still caught between his fingers in its paused consideration. He doesn't seem very torn up about her finding him half-naked or anything like that; it's probably a good sign. If he considered her a threat, he would have moved to retrieve his jacket and blade much more quickly. Instead he just gives a slight nod.]

... Hey.

[He glances at what's in her hand, and then side steps to give her room at the sink while he plops down on the closed toilet to start tugging his shoes back on. His knee brace — shiny, not as abused as his old model from home — sits beside him. It does wonders for him; Tadashi doesn't remember making it for him, but it's not any trouble to him.

He tugs at the laces on one foot, full-well knowing what she had been up to before saying her hello. The upside down tattoo has, admittedly, been a small little point of interest for himself as well. He's never actually stopped to fully inspect it, not that he can remember anyway. He has a few ideas. He huffs.]

Don't know what it says, but I don't bother.

[The implication is probably well enough; he didn't choose to have it done.]

Not much point.

kitchen

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka stretches as she waits for her food to finish microwaving, idly chewing on a piece of jerky. She notices Max when he comes in-- she's always distinctly aware of everyone around her at all times-- but doesn't say anything, at first. After she swallows her jerky, though, she takes a closer look at him.

Ah.]

... Back in the land of the living again?

kitchen

[theroadwarrior]

[Max looks up from his own meal, chewing quickly, as though he just wants to hurry through it and not savor even a modicum of flavor. Much like a dog with dog treats, to be honest. It's a bad idea, he thinks, to deeply enjoy what he's eating when it could turn into something far more disgusting at any time. Max really needs to live a little.

He seems confused at first by the comment - what constitutes as not being among the living, that he has returned to it again? One problem with Max's whole scene is he doesn't particularly take note of his bad days or weeks. As far as he's concerned, it's been the same as usual.]

Always been in it.

kitchen

[cpt_ressentiment]

[ During Max's bad week, Yosuke had definitely noticed the random stashing of things, the blades he'd brought back... but he hadn't really said anything more than a not-very-intelligent, "Uhh?" because he hadn't been sure what... really... to say.

But today, he finds Max in the kitchen, stuffing his face. He makes a face at the sight, because he's still pretty convinced that the food in the kitchen is nothing short of terrible - but hey, if it makes this guy happy... ]

Uhh... you okay there?

this is the most unhelpful tag i'm sorry yosuke my sweet boy

[theroadwarrior]

[He turns to look at his dear sweet captain, who he has been horrible at actually keeping track of (other than forgetting the kid's name and just calling him 'that unqualified captain kid' in his head). Yes, Max is a perfect crewmate. He's such a good crewmate guys.

.........

He grunts a weirdly casual affirmative with a full mouth, and then turns away and continues to look like eating a meal is an actual job description he takes very seriously.

G-good seeing you, too, man. Pull up a chair, have some... gel blocks, or whatever...]

Visting; OTA

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's here to visit Felix, but that doesn't mean he won't enjoy himself while he's here. He can be found wandering the halls, playing around with equipment, and stealing food in the kitchen. He'll just generally be making a nuisance of himself until someone tells him to stop.

And then he'll carry on anyway. ]

clearly you wanted casually hostile cr in your inbox right

[theroadwarrior]

[Max is attempting to access said equipment for his usual tinkering of the shuttles when this annoying British man rudely boards the ship. He stares him down with an air of dissatisfaction, hands hanging at his sides and screwdriver clenched more like a knife than an actual tool. WHY CAN'T BE BOTH, HUH.]

What're you doing on this ship.

[I don't know you. Do I need to message Peggy and tell her there are weird people lurking around, because I will, and then you'll hate that you boarded without an actual reason.]

this is my dream right now

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley turns to look Max up and down, there seems to be a lot of JUDGING going on, he gives a quiet hum, nodding his head. Then, with a flippant wave of his hand, he shrugs. ]

I'm the fashion police, and I have to write you up.

visiting - forward-dated to next shuffle; med bay ota

[stefanged]

[Stefan's a man on a mission when he comes to the Starstruck this time. He's so sure that she's just not responding to his messages. She's busy. She's got a life outside of him. Because she's living in the moment, not re-living the past and-- and he's standing where the med bay used to be. He reaches out to the panels, as if it'll magically open up and reveal that room again. When nothing happens, it hits him: she's gone. Elena Gilbert's actually gone, and now he's the sole survivor from Mystic Falls.

It's a defeated Stefan that heads to Yosuke's room later. He knocks first, before calling out (with a voice that sounds almost defeated):] Hey. You got a minute?

[cpt_ressentiment]

[ He had a really bad feeling about the lack of med bay, but it didn't quite click completely into place in his head for a long while. And he's just realize exactly who is gone, instead of just the room itself, and he's instantly worried for his best friend.

He literally has his device in his hand and is just about to call him, when there's that knock at the door and the sound of Stefan's voice. Wow, what timing. He immediately drops his device on the bed, forgotten, and quickly opens the door.

Defeated Stefan, meet worried Yosuke. It's clear he already knows. ]

Yeah, of course, dude. Here, or somewhere else?

[stefanged]

Is here okay?

[Stefan's lived through an actual alien invasion, and destruction and rubble and chaotic mayhem. He's lived through an entire summer stuck inside a safe. Every single time, he kept thinking of Elena - and now she's gone? Like vanishing into thin air? Stefan would've never thought it possible.

If anyone was supposed to survive their death town, it was Elena. It would always be Elena. So Stefan's shaking as he glances towards Yosuke's bed.]

I just... I.... [deep, s l o w breaths] She's really gone, isn't she?

[mucked]

-- She's gone, isn't she?

[ peggy carter is just down the hall. she stands, hands on her hips, and watches stefan's attempt to access a room whose mere existence (or non-existence) is a kind of...proof. ]

Friend of yous? [ peggy only knew elena from the ship -- and only briefly. but she did like the young woman. ]

[stefanged]

More than that, actually. [He must look ridiculous. The med bay doesn't exactly have a locking system or a key pad or anything that would cause its door to vanish and yet Stefan's still looking.

He takes a deep breath, turning to face Peggy and keeping one hand on the wall. His voice grows small and quiet, like he's more seventeen than a hundred and sixty eight,] She was... uh, she was kind of my [platonic] soulmate.

Her Bunkroom; OTA

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda has been mostly staying in her room whenever she's been aboard the Starstruck. Since Souji's left, she has largely kept to herself. The initial sadness has generally passed, leaving only a bitter resentment. Not wishing to take it out on her crewmates, Wanda has thus been limiting her time around them and in places on the ship where they are likely to be. Still, simply sitting in her room all day would make her stir crazy, so she has been keeping up with some courier jobs on the space station. In truth, she has actually been taking more of them, trying to get her mind on to something else. Thus, it is by no means a mystery that Wanda has been rather distant. If you are concerned, perhaps come talk to her?]

[lord_wizard]

[While Felix has been peripherally aware that Wanda has been withdrawn, the why of it escapes him. He'd done his own dance of avoidance following the calibrations. It seemed natural, after having had someone see into your mind like that, to let time do what it did and blurred the edges of those memories. But after some time of being docked at the FS Starlight, Felix does in fact become a touch concerned, and just a tiny bit touched by guilt that he'd yet again ignored someone for his own reasons.

He knocks gingerly on the door of her room, rings tapping against the steel.]

Wanda? Are you here?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[No response comes from inside the room. But after a moment, the door slides open on its own. Wanda is seated at her bed, one leg curled to her chest, her gaze fixed at the wall in front of her as she contemplates something. When Felix enters, she turns her head and gives a weak smile of greeting.]

[mucked]

[ -- and peggy is concerned.

so she too stops by to give the door a spirited knocking. ]

Wanda? It's Peggy.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[There's no response from inside her room at first. However, after a moment, the door slides open on its own, revealing Wanda seated on her bed, staring at the opposite wall in contemplation.]

[When Peggy enters, she does turn and give her a polite but weak smile in greeting.]

Hello.

new crew arrival; OTA

[nostraightlines]

[ 'Sup Starstruck! There's a really displeased new crew member appearing on the bridge this shuffle, still in his 'what you were last wearing' arrival clothes, which isn't much. Pajama pants and a white tank, his feet and arms bare, the latter covered in scars. There's an especially prominent one on the inside of his right forearm, a deeply carved VII. He's got his communicator in one hand and his other curled into a fist... poor guy was only on the Marsiva for half a day and still has no idea what's going on besides OUTERSPACE. He looks around the bridge, bewildered by what he's seeing, jaw tight and breathing uneven.

Help? At least point him towards the bunk rooms so he can get into real clothes. ]

[cpt_ressentiment]

[ Yosuke knows the sounds of new-arrival confetti by heart at this point... So he makes his way from his room to greet the newcomer!

He gets to the bridge, and when he spots the guy in regular pajamas, he actually cracks a bit of a smirk and shakes his head. ]

Yo! You're new, I take it? Welcome to the Starstruck.

[nostraightlines]

I'm new, yeah... thanks. The name's Ramse.

[ He still seems more bewildered by this grand entrance than anything... and a little cold. The guy folds his arms over his chest and tries to look less tense. It doesn't work as he'd hoped. ]

Does everybody get this kind of greeting?

[lord_wizard]

[Felix no longer has any reason to visit the bridge but he catches the sight of the man's rather tense silhouette in the corner of his eye as he's making his way to his room. The guy looks like he might be about to try punching his way out through the walls, so he does his best to plant his feet little more firmly on approach, to avoid startling the man, then pauses just outside the doorway. Just in case that fist came his way.]

I beg your pardon, but, are you looking for something?

[mucked]

[ perhaps (when he's a bit settled) he might find himself exploring the ship. and if he ventures as far as the kitchen, he'll witness a straight-backed woman in the middle of preparing a whole pot of steeped tea. she works quietly, but diligently. ]

Care for a cup? [ she asks without turning around. she might be mistaking him for any other crewmember. ]