mingle bells, mingle bells, mingle all the way...

[evildetector]

Who: The SS First Breath & any visitors!
Broadcast: Nah.
Action: All over the First Breath!
When: Throughout the month of March.

[ it's a march mingle! let's rub shoulders yo. ]

Comments

ota!

[evildetector]

[ stiles has been sleeping soundly enough for long enough (weeks, actually), that when he does finally start to wake? he's sore enough that it makes him roll to press his face into his pillow and groan. holy shit. this is terrible, and how freaking long has he been asleep, anyway?

the flood of new memories itself isn't actually that alarming - he's used to this from aather, the way memories come trickling in - and with a tired grunt, he gropes around for his communicator. he shoots the following message out to nova, lydia, and isaac: hey, guess what. good news. before he rolls out of bed, oblivious to the fact that he isn't coming out of a particularly intense nap.

he'll probably be easy to find as he digs around in the kitchen for something to eat. his clothes are rumpled, his hair is an ungodly mess, and there are lines from the pillow on his face, but he seems to be in a weirdly fantastic mood otherwise. ]

action

[takeabow]

[ Nova's also in the kitchen— she gets his text and almost rushes out to find him when he comes to her ]

You're awake?

[ more relief than a legitimate question. she puts her bowl down to go hug him ]

action

[evildetector]

Yeah?

[ he's not going to complain about the hug, but he will give her a groggily confused look. ]

How long was I out? [ he doesn't explicitly remember lying down for a nap, but. ]

[takeabow]

[ well it's a Hug. face pressed into his chest and everything ]

Like, weeks.

text;

[frigidaire]

welcome back to the land of the living.

[ he was concerned about the radio silence, sure, totally. ]

text;

[evildetector]

[ shut up isaac you know you love him.


or at least kind of tolerate him. ]



dreamed about home.

permatext;

[frigidaire]

[ dreams of home are dangerous, an he's not sure how to proceed right away. Isaac has had his fair share of nightmares, after all. ]

what about home?

[intelligently]

( When the message comes across Lydia doesn't respond - she's too focused on trying to find a shuttle to get across to the First Breath. It's been weeks - weeks where Stiles has been unconscious and it's had Lydia worried. She knows exactly what that feeling is like - being unconscious for so long, things happening around you.

It doesn't take too long to find him once she's there. Asking others on the ship where Stiles is gets Lydia his location, and it isn't long before she's rushing towards the kitchen. Hearing from him is one thing. Seeing him- )

Stiles?

( He's okay, and though she's stepping towards him slower now it's with no less hope or relief )

What happened?

[evildetector]

Hey.

[ he's figured out that he's been out for a while at this point, and so he looks a little guiltily sheepish when lydia actually shows up. he puts his bowl of cereal down, stepping over to pull her into a hug. ]

It's good to see you.

visiting »

[ladybro]

[ hi, first breath!

kate isn't part of your crew. but she's a hawkeye, so she's here to find clint barton. only it seems she's stopped by during one of the many hours he's not aboard but is instead on the station below -- still, doesn't mean she can't make herself at home. right? besides, her ship has been a little heated of late.

so you might find her bumming around in clint's room at first. or perhaps raiding your kitchen. at the very least, she's gonna check out some of the upgraded facilities with a bit of envy. the blameless, by comparison, is bog standard. ]

kitchen

[takeabow]

[ Nova walks into the kitchen in her pjs and stops when she sees Kate ]

Kate? Hey...

[ what are you doing here ]

kitchen

[ladybro]

[ she's got her fingers in all sorts of containers, cupboards, and drawers. she's looking for something. ]

Hey! [ small smile, and she whirls around on her heel to better greet nova. ] Have you seen Barton?

[vagabond_code]

[How long are you visiting, Kate? Because just when it might be reasonable to worry that Clint plans to get himself left behind in the wake of the fleet, he finally shuttles his way to the First Breath for the last time - and the first time in a long time. He begins to whistle a few steps away from his room but he doesn't get very far with that. Because..]

"Hawkeye."

[Barton stands for a moment in the entryway, and shifts a bag of last-minute supplies from one shoulder to the other.]

"Come in, sit down, make yourself at home."

[Still, he's happy to see her.]

[ladybro]

[ at first, she's stretched out on his cot. laying on her stomach, actually, and idly scrolling through her communication device. kate barely looks up at him as he arrives, but she does scoot backwards and haul herself into a sitting position. her heels hit the floor with a soft thud. not that he hears it.

she holds up a finger (gimme a sec) and finishes reading through another message before setting aside the device for good. promptly, she lifts her chin and makes her mouth well-visible. ]

Took you long enough.

OTA

[tallasaking]

[Hello fellow crewmates - please be as so good to wave to your local engineer, who is currently passing you a weapon he has constructed from materials he has bought. For all, there is a gun, but for Nova?

A little something special that she asked for him to craft.

He will also be looking at you, Furiosa, one eyebrow raised, as he waits for his lessons on how to use this damnedable thing properly.

[takeabow]

[ she sees him... then sees the spoils of his hard work ]

You finished already?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion held up one finger.]

It is a prototype. I have never had any talent with a bow -- and I thought we could take the time to say - test it?

[vagabond_code]

[Clint is leaning against the wall in the corridor, because it's roomier than his room. Which seems ironic. Still, he welcomes the interruption to all the nothing that he's doing with a small smile. His hands, which had been flat against the wall, come forward as if to say - if you help opening a jar of pickles, I'm your guy. All in all, being handed a handgun is about the last thing he would have expected.

And he doesn't take it.]

You got a good reason to wave that around?

[tallasaking]

Yes. Yes I do. The captain told me to arm everyone on board.

[Tyrion gestured withe the gun.]


You are part of everyone, yes?

Furiosa

[kill_switch]

Kitchens

[Furiosa has been spending a lot of time out on the station, taking jobs, enjoying the parks, but now she's back and stocking up the kitchen with plenty of rations for an overcrowded ship. She's got plenty of her new favorite drink, too; coffee. Dark roasts, a couple blondes, and not a single decaf in sight.]

Bridge

[With the ship still being overcrowded, she's continued to make her bed the Captain's Chair. there's a lived in feel about it now, little trappings of a human nest scattered about, her plant affixed on the dashboard.]

About the Ship

[With the money she's made on the station, she's also stocked up on a few knives, and takes a day to hide them about the ship. They're as much for the crew's use as her own, but if you see any new skull motifs you can probably figure out where they come from.]

Kitchen

[takeabow]

[ clad in pajamas, Nova wanders into the kitchen while Furiosa is restocking ]

What'd you get?

Re: Kitchen

[kill_switch]

Canned fruits, vegetables, broths. Some spices. Jerky. Basically anything I thought might hold. [Who knows how long it'll be before they hit another station or planet, and who knows how long they'll still be overcrowded.]

[vagabond_code]

[Clint spied the coffee while he was looking for a tub of something else. A tub of what? Well, he's just about forgotten at this point. Not important. Food? Probably? Not important.

Now he has all of the containers of coffee spread out on a counter in the kitchen, and he has just finished inspected them all for any sign of a name tag or scribbled initials or something. If this was the property of one particular crew-mate, or even a group who'd pooled their credits, he'd never make himself a cup without permission. Well, at least not so soon after the relative abundance of the station.]

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa walks in to see him with the coffees spread out, and watches for a couple moments before misinterpreting his intentions and continuing in to put together a meal.]

Sorry, they're just one flavor. [No peppermint mocha or hazelnut caramel dream ... or decaf, for that matter.

hino rei / ota!!

[flameandpassion]

[ rei has been spending a lot of her time in the armory, given her augment, and becoming familiar with everything there is to offer. she's much more comfortable with a bow, but she should probably... actually learn how to use a gun. and take it apart, and whatnot.

other than that, she can be found pretty much anywhere! the cargo bay provides a lot of space to train, and there's also her quarters -- or maybe she's taking up the kitchen table to practice calligraphy. pick your poison. ]