Blameless Mingle

[shishkebub]

Who: Those who are without blame
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Blameless
When: Whenever we feel like it! Gawd!

[A brand new crew has been assigned to a brand new ship. Can they find it within themselves to get along? Find out next time! Or you know, in this actual log.]

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[shishkebub]

Even though he saw her coming, he had made no effort to offer her any greeting or acknowledgement up until the moment she was in front of him and interaction became an inevitability. He'd assumed this was merely some social call, as he hadn't bothered checking the ship's manifest. Her greeting shattered that theory.

He grimaced. "You're kidding me."

[ladybro]

"Go on," she countered -- whip-quick, and without an ounce of apparent grievous insult to her own dignity, "try and sound a little less enthused. I dare you."

But Kate wasn't moving onward. Not with any haste, at least. Wolverine was a familiar face to her, even if hers wasn't so familiar to him. She wasn't about to mosey on by.

[shishkebub]

He obliged her by simply lifting the nearly full bottle to his lips and drinking.

And drinking.

And drinking.

And drinking.

He lifted a finger to indicate she should wait.

And drinking.

And drinking.

He set the empty bottle next to him. He said nothing.

[ladybro]

Ouch, Logan. Ouch.

"Is the prospect of sharing a ship with me that awful, hm? I'm a good roomie. I keep things tidy. I don't snore. I never blast annoying pop music."

[shishkebub]

He picked up another bottle, then held it out for her. She was probably going to need it.

"There's one room. Bunks. Beds flatter'n a pancake."

He could live like that. Typically. But usually those kind of arrangements had been in wartime, among a bunch of other men.

[ladybro]

"Why else do you think I've been off-ship all this time, hm? The station has some nice B&Bs. Real cutesy places, despite the general sci-fi ambiance."

She hooked her fingers around the bottle's offered neck and (first) gave it a bit of a sniff. It wasn't cellar-worthy wine. And it sure wasn't Dom. But it wasn't as though she was a stranger to beer, even before she turned twenty-one. So Kate took a swig and suppressed her distaste for the drink's mild temperature. After all, it might have been Wolverine's way of gesturing nice. She wasn't about to spit on that possibility.

[shishkebub]

He popped open another bottle for himself. Her description of her activities on the station had the unsurprising effect of having no effect at all.

"I was sleeping in the back of my cab."

Fortunately his healing factor was decent enough to him to have taken care of all that neckpain he had surely earned with his less than stellar sleeping arrangements.

[ladybro]

"I think Clint was doing that, too. I don't know. I tried not to ask."

She was casual with the name. Clint. Because they were all here, and they weren't on the network, and she figured that if Jessica Drew and Bobbi Morse and Natasha Romanoff and Captain freaking America called him Clint, then Wolverine likely knew his damn name too.

[shishkebub]

He nodded. Logan could respect a man who was frugal enough to sleep in their own cab. Sometimes, Clint was a man after his own heart. "Sounds about right to me."

But he wasn't all that much in the mood for small talk. He gave a bob of his head to indicate the ship behind him. "Good luck with the rest of the crew. Yer probably too late to pick anything on the bottom bunks."

[ladybro]

She shrugged -- as though it didn't bother her, although it did. Just a bit. "Whatever. Hawks like to be up high, right?"

Kate adjusted the bag on her shoulder and considered the ramp ahead. She needed another swig of beer just to contemplate ducking into that tightly-packed sardine can. "And I'm spry. I'll deal."

Another drink. Was she trying to finish it quicker, so she could mosey on inside without the bottle in hand?

[shishkebub]

"Don't go starting with the animal metaphors, kid. Wolverines are s'posed to be messy and territorial."

Which those were actually both accurate in his case, though he was being kind enough to let her in his territory without a few claw marks. It was downright benevolent of him.

[ladybro]

"Yeah, yeah. I took Conservation classes at school. They're like bigger, nastier ferrets."

Kate tipped the beer bottle all the way back. It was a slog to chug the rest, but she didn't without much complaint. It helped that after a comment like that, she was better off beating a hasty retreat inside the ship rather than lingering to much longer.

[shishkebub]

Logan only grunted and gave a shake of his head before lifting the bottle to his lips again. Ferrets. If he was a ferret, then she was a songbird.

[ladybro]

With her beer finished, she decided it was time to 'pack it in' -- so to speak. Kate gave a slow and silent nod (admitting to the end of their conversation) and then stooped to collect a few of Wolverine's empties. She didn't have enough hand-space to carry all of them, but she could at least make the most efficient use of the trip to dispose of her own. The look on her face was caught somewhere between we'll speak later and get a load of this guy.

And with that, life resumes upon the blameless. ]