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∞ 007

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. ♥ ]

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[Snort. He's not a cop anymore. Doesn't have badges to wear.

He turns his attention down as he buckles his leg back into the brace; he bends the joint back and forth, the slightest of pained lines in his face from forcing it to move. His own brand of physical therapy. If he doesn't bend it enough, it gets stiff, aching. One of the reasons he was in here in the first place was to administer Ino's medicine and to sit in warm water. Not a usual commodity back home, but now it's so much easier to alleviate the sharp aching.

Once again he is surprised at how much easier existence here is.

... And how it makes it so difficult for him, sometimes.]

Just don't collect your own. Not worth it.

Oh, I have them. [ soft -- and (yes) perhaps a little coy. because she's comfortable with max, however uncomfortable he may be with her. ] You just can't see them.

[ there are scars under her prim clothing. no ink, however. and many more of her badges are worn internally. ]

[He considers that for a moment. Understood. He'll remember, even if things get foggy. She has the scars, too; there are levels of experience that make differences to Max. He glances toward her in curiosity, but then the sliver of normal human interaction he has left reminds him it's not exactly normal to look toward a woman's figure, so he's just as quick to glance away with a soft sound through his nose and a slight pull to the corner of his lip, neither up or down, a sort of apologetic wince that goes unspoken.

He had tried not to look at Angharad's body for different reasons entirely. Well, one being he was in a fog of delusional panic; the other being that, once his head cleared and his bones settled in the rig, he didn't want to think of a baby. He didn't want to imagine.

Joke was on him. The baby went under the wheels. He faced it all over again.

A silent, stilted moment passes where Max stares bleakly at the wall.

It's too easy, for him to get lost in his own head.]

[But today is not one of those days to be quiet and careful around him.

He blinks and glances back over, blue-gray eyes open and alert, eyebrows raised, scraping his nails over the back of his head and through his hair, which is getting progressively more untamed just about anywhere on his scalp. He's still working out the perks of trimming it, really.]

Still should avoid them. Guessing you're like Ahsoka.

[He hums, clarifies, wagging his finger as he hobbles.

Suspiciously like a grumpy old man, minus the actual age part.]

Playing hero. Old-fashioned notion, bad for your health. Don't recommend it.

[ oh, no you don't. you curmudgeon beyond your years. peggy nearly grabs hold of him, but instead she slots herself smoothly between max and the doorway. ]

I beg your pardon. I don't play at anything -- least of all hero. [ it's a dirty lie, but no one who could refute it is currently present. ] I served with heroes, but that particular gleam never rubbed off on me. My badges aren't the sort you get to wear on the parade ground.

[ no one lauds the spy. no one thanks the asset. ]

[He stares at her for a moment, unimpressed.]

Hmm. Don't think you see that you do. You would be the hero of the story.

[WOW MAX

But he motions at her, points really, but it's not so much an impolite thing with Max as it is him using his hands with his words, because for some reason when he uses his hands it all comes to him so much easier.]

You don't like bullies, remember?

You wouldn't be able to help yourself.

[He might look a bit humored. Maybe.]

[ she ought to be touched, really. she ought to be damned chuffed that anyone should give her half-as-much credit as all that -- especially after the dearth of recognition she'd received over the last year with the s.s.r.

indeed, max's words twist in her chest like a knife: potent, and stinging. it leads her to speak out of turn, ] Someone ought to tell that to the damned fools I work with.

[ her words give way to an exasperated sigh. and then a clenched fist. she's made an ass of herself. there's colour in her cheeks. chagrined by her own internal monologue, she retreats from his path. ]

[Peggy may be chargrined, but Max just looks befuddled. Really, he has no clue what to do with the reaction, but then, that's usually how things end up for him. People react a way that throws him for a loop - like Furiosa teasing and mocking him with a nickname not long after she had tried with all her might to murder him. Maybe he's a decent reader of character, but it's times like this that he knows he's been too far from casual interaction with people to truly understand how to fit proper. Like a squared peg in a round hole, as they say.

So he just stares at her with eyes slightly wide and confused, eyebrows raised high on his forehead.

uhmmm

hmmmm

ahmmmmhmmmmmmmmm]

[ -- Hey, he's a 'fool', that's rude.

Anyway.]

Drop them in a pitfall?

[I offered advice, I solved this issue.]

[ her laughter is brittle and buried beneath her breath. peggy's chin dips -- and she's almost grateful that he should be so chivalrous in his response. he makes no grand deal out of her discomfort, and that gives her the strength to carry on gracefully. ]

Some days? I wish. [ okay. sorta gracefully. ] Alas, that almost amounts to treason in my line of work.

[ a little more honest. a little more talkative. he deserves to know. ]

[Ehem.]

But only almost treason.

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[ this probably comes as no surprise, but: ] I work in something of a grey area.

[He looks up at the ceiling, as if considering the potential options here.]

Should use that to your advantage often, then.

[JUUUUUST SAAAAAYING.]

Not here, I'm afraid. [ -- no s.s.r. means no agency to back her decisions. not that they ever did such a great job at backing her up back in new york. ] Agent Carter's jurisdiction ended the moment the Atroma hauled me out of New York.

[ her nose crinkles. ] Peggy's, however, remains firmly rooted in this ship. My priorities must be different.

[ better. ]

[Max considers this for a moment. He doesn't say people's names often -- mostly when he's talking to someone else about said person. Even now, he hasn't said Peggy's name to her; he noticed she's done the same, and he can respect that she respects that.]

... This ship, it's not a bad ship.

Good to be invested in.

[Says the man who barely stays in it and sleeps in a shuttle and hoards goods all over the thing. But that's just how he is. Even now he seems to trip over his words, has a hard time explaining what his thoughts tell him.

Social skills are annoying.]

Taking care of the ship is a good priority. S'important. For you to keep yourself going. Never know when this ship will be all you have. Or. Shelter. Armor.

She is, isn't she?

[ a good ship. she allows the edge of her thumb to tap lightly against a bit of chrome corner. perhaps a bathroom is an odd place for this observation, and yet! ]

All these months have caught up with me. I find myself caring for the vessel far more than I'd ever expected.

[Ha.]

Never a good idea, caring for a vessel.

[But he says it in an exasperated way, like he's been guilty of it.]

Because then they blow up.

[............. Again, like he's been guilty of exploding vessels.]

First, you tell me it's good to be invested in one. And then you say it's a bad idea to care.

[ her smile is light. playful. ] I'm not sure I'm quite flexible enough to put your philosophies into practice, sir. It requires acrobatics I can't do.

Invested in fortifying.

[He is not playful. He's shifty-eyed and clearing his throat, looking like she's caught him in some gross sin, the faintest seep of red to his cheeks.]

Because it's just a car. Ahm -- ship. This is just a ship. Can put it back together, but things you like are things people want.

Ships... Can be fixed and fixed but still... explode... on many occasions... Mmrgh.

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Sorry, but -- [ she gets her nails into this notch. a place to anchor herself within the conversation. ] Did you say 'car'?

[ she remembers what he'd told her about driving. she wants to bring him back 'round to that topic. ]

[omg he's such a sourpuss now

He taps his foot.]

Used to cars, not ships. I misspoke.

[He hums, but of course Max somehow makes it sound like an utterly exasperated, flightly sort of hum. His ears are slightly red. He'd rather not think about how some pissant warboy blew his V8 into pieces trying to mow him down. The indignation. The stones to do that. It was his car, and it took him a lot to get it moving again, and then he ruined her.]

So am I, of course, but -- [ a pause. peggy tilts her head. ] No matter. We all slip up from time to time.

[Exactly. It's just a slip-up. Good. Glad we settled it.

He rubs the back of his neck.]

Mm, exactly.

[....................... He misses his car. :(]

Should... eat. Um. Probably won't be back for a week or two.

[Ehem.]

Lot of work.

Go -- yes, certainly. [ a tight almost-smile. ] I never meant to keep you. Sorry.

[He waves a hand dismissively. This is awkward. He feels the awkwardness. It's a usual pattern for him, to have a groove in the conversations, then suddenly all sense and tact and social etiquette evaporates. He's reminded that interaction is very tiring, you know. Being a person? A real, communicative person? It takes up energy. He has to be resourceful.]

S'fine. Brush your teeth.

[lmao and then he just wanders quickly away

the usual, no goodbyes, no final 'see you later's.

Though the tips of his ears are still a bit red, anyway.]

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