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.

[evildetector]

-- what? No I haven't.

[ he doesn't know why he's even arguing this, except for the fact that her statement feels impossible. he reaches up, lightly pressing one hand between her shoulderblades. ]

I'd know if I was asleep for weeks.

[takeabow]

[ angles her head up at his ]

How would you know? Check your comm if you don't believe me.

[evildetector]

You couldn't wake me up?

[ he'll check it, but in a second. he's not letting go of her just yet. ]

[takeabow]

No. I just slept in another room. It got... weird.

[ you were kind of corpse-like, dude ]

[evildetector]

Oh.

[ he pauses for a moment, agonizing over whether or not that's something he should apologize for or not, before he seems to abruptly remember- ]

I made up with Scott!

[takeabow]

[ she pulls back from him a bit, to get a clearer look and be like :? dude? ]

Oh.

That's good.

[evildetector]

[ and he'll just be grinning down at her, still weirdly groggy from sleeping for so long. ]

And my dad's okay.

[ this is literally the best he's felt since arriving on the fleet. ]

[takeabow]

[ she's still confused about all of this but she tries to put on a good face. she IS relieved, but that's like only a part of the emotions she's feeling ]

Really? I'm glad to hear that. I know you were worried.

[evildetector]

I got memories while I was asleep, I guess. Or maybe after? I don't know, it's confusing.

[ he's shaking his head dismissively, mostly just because the details don't matter to him. ]

[takeabow]

Yeah. It is. But I'm glad things worked out.

[ she's going to step back to return to her cereal ]

[evildetector]

[ he rubs at his eye with the back of his hand, sort of just drifting around to follow her. ]

So... what'd I miss?

[takeabow]

[ offers her cereal to him ]

We're docked on a station. I went shopping with Octavia, and there's a really, really nice park down there.

[evildetector]

Park?

[ he'll try to take the spoon to take a bite of the cereal, but his head is also going to jerk over to the wall, like he's hoping a window will materialize that will let him see the park up close.

the spoon is still hanging out of his mouth. ]

I wanna go to the park.

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?

permatext;

[evildetector]

[ luckily, these weren't exactly nightmares. ]

things are better.

not great, but better.

[frigidaire]

does this mean your brain is actually working correctly

or is it just gonna be a lot of the same lone man standing stuff still. because that was getting old.

[evildetector]

shut up.

i made up with scott. the pack is fine.

get ready to savor this, because this is the only time in your life you're ever gonna hear me say this:

you were right, isaac. sorry about that.

[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.