it's a mingle, a paisley mingle

[timelapsed]

Who: Paisley crew and/or visitors and/or Chloe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: Anytime in March p much

[ Welcome to the Paisley, where the drama's made up and the points don't matter ]

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[timelapsed]

[ Earlier that day, somewhere in the morning to early afternoon, Max went around and asked for donations from anybody and everybody in the crew. Whatever chips they could spare. She'd pay them back later the same day, she promised.

Well, regardless of how much or how little she got, she's held up her end of the bargain.

Come evening time, Max strolls in with a giant duffel bag. She sets it down on the galley table, the bag's contents heavy enough to shake it. She unzips it, showing the entire thing is full of chips in the highest denominations. ]

I got tired of all of us being broke all the time, so. I fixed it.

You're all welcome, by the way.

[helladoomed]

[Chloe was waiting by the door when Max was done showing off her ill-gotten gains, and she looks somewhere between amused and maybe...slightly concerned? But she's trying to hide it behind her usual bravado.]

You saved some of all that for you and me, right?

[She asked with a small grin. Money is important, man.]

[timelapsed]

Yeah, of course. I wouldn't leave my partner in time high and dry, now would I? [ Max has the look of coming off of an adrenaline high, matching Chloe's grin with one of her own. ]

Earlier?

[complicatedliar]

[When Max comes around for his contribution, Loki's got a nice pile of money already, which he considers.] What are you intending to do with it?

[sandhate]

[ He's not sure... what to do when it's just unceremoniously dumped on the table like that. It's not a few credits either. It's a duffle bag full and his immediate response is to narrow his eyes suspiciously. ]

Do I want to know.

[stefanged]

[Stefan nearly sputters out his tea. Nearly, because holy crap, that's a lot of money.]

Max? [There should be a stern lecture after this, he thinks, because no one can get this much legally.] I--

Actually, you know what? I don't even want to know.

[huaaaaagh]

[omg GET HYPE]

I've never seen that much money in one place before!

[delincuente]

[Alex pulls her socked feet off the table and lets out an impressed hoot.]

Oh my God, Max, you are officially my hero. Did you hustle all that?

Loki

[complicatedliar]

[For someone who's just woken up, Loki's landed right on his feet with the money situation. Because there are casinos. So he's swimming in cash quite quickly, because he knows his numbers, his sleight of hand, and he can talk anyone into just about anything.

The very nice thing is this is a chance to get some better clothing. He pays extra to have it custom made without the bright colors, and it's something reasonably like the tunics and trousers he knew from home. A nice coat as well. So for all he's still feeling very paranoid, he's in a cheerful state.

He's brought back a nice store of data and scanned books--and coffee. He's feeling very pleased with himself, and might even share. He heads in and out fairly often to do a bit more gambling, since he's having fun fleecing the locals.]

[touchofrogue]

After a day of just catching up, it's time to show Loki the lay of the land. One of the first places they head to is the datary. "The actual books are over in this section," Rogue said as they entered through the futuristic doors. In direct contrast to the flash of the rest of the station, the datary is almost minimalist. It still has some of that 'glow stick' decor, but it's toned down. This is clearly meant to be a place of focus and learning, and even though the book section is smaller than the electronic media, it still has that distinct library smell.

"There's a good sized section from Earth, but a ton from places I've never heard of as well. Then there's the electronic data information over there," she waved in its general direction before smiling up at him. "Where do you wanna go first?"

OTA!

[misterprongs]

[ guess who had a son show up!!! and guess who is pretty sure his future is a shit show!!! this guy.

james has been kind of in a funk since harry showed up, but he's been doing his best to keep on a proper face. it's not so much harry, really, but the notion that his life is probably not quite as long as he would like it to be. so he's wandering about the paisley, hanging out in his pilot's chair, practicing wandless magic in his quarters, or poking about the kitchen for tea.

or make up your own prompt, y'all know me by now, i don't care, pls. ]

[sandhate]

[ It's weird and odd to see James in a funk. In their time as co-pilots, Anakin's been the one that's sulking and/or angry at one thing or another, though he hopes he's never let it affect James much.

He taps James' shoulder and offers his co-pilot a cup of tea. Tea and comfort. Something he'll never get. ]

What is it with tea that people like so much?

Ok?

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's out to make himself a cup of tea when he notices that someone is doing magics nearby--and it's not Remus. He knows his own student a bit too well for that. So likely...

He wanders up to the bridge, and there is the other human magician, playing with a bit of levitation. Loki leans in the doorway and sips his tea, silently observing for a bit.]

Could be worse.

[He's seen a lot worse. Also much, much better. The whole god thing kind of messes up the relative scale.]

[helladoomed]

[Chloe's been hanging around the ship enough that she knows James at least on sight, though he usually looks less...haggard...than he did when she came across him in the kitchen with his tea.]

...Don't you look grumpy.

[Not the best way to start a conversation, oops.]

[diplomacme]

Ani, I'm going to--

[ She stops dead in the doorway of the cockpit. The one time she doesn't look first is the one time Anakin's not in there. ]

Oh. I'm sorry.

[sandhate]

[ AUDIO; SHIPWIDE ]

Hi, this is your pilot speaking. Your other pilot. [ Can't forget about James. ] I need a volunteer. It's nothing dangerous, I just need someone to keep watch. If you want to waste a few hours, go to the cargo hold.

Skywalker out.

[ ACTION ]

[ Cargo hold is his favorite spot to do anything. He's either tearing apart some junk piece of technology savaged from starlight, sitting around and reading some random junk manual, or taking a nap.

Or if you're here because of the message, Anakin's sitting on top of one of the crate, legs crossed and stretched out in front of him. There are three gumballs sitting on top of another crate. ]

[action]

[complicatedliar]

[He's almost always bored, so certainly, he'll wander by the cargo hold, cup of tea floating along behind him like a pet hummingbird.

Ah, the crates. He'd been meaning to poke around in those. Loki crooks a finger at one of the gumballs to pull it over to his hand.]

Really, is the entire cargo this?

action

[stefanged]

[Stefan's staring skeptically at those three gumballs. How Anakin had convinced him to open said crate, the world will never know. (It probably had everything to do with the money they desperately needed.)

But it had been opened, and now he's so sure he's going to regret every single life choice made in the next few hours.]

Please tell me you won't eat them.

ota

[reek]

[ It's taken a few weeks, but really, Theon is much more tolerable now that the shock has worn off. If anything, at least the rate at which he's digging his own grave has slowed. He's turned his frustrations away from his crewmates and focused them on other things instead, like harassing Jon Snow on the Three Twins.

And also by testing out the weapons in the armory. It is part of his job, after all.

Theon is an excellent marksman (not merely by his own admission; it's actually one of his few talents), but Westeros is not advanced enough for guns. He'd never seen anything more than a blade and a bow before his time in the fleet, yet he seems to instinctively know how the Paisley's weaponry works. At long last, his curiosity has gotten the better of him. He has the armory to himself and a target set up. Please, come find the man who shouldn't have guns testing them out. ]

ota

[complicatedliar]

[After hearing some interesting sounds from the armory, Loki wanders by. Watching someone hurt themselves is always good for a laugh.]

Are you pointing that in the correct direction?

[stefanged]

[It's not hard to figure out where the sound of gunshots are coming from. Stefan should seriously know better, and yet, he's leaning against the door frame and trying to discern whether or not he should stick around.]

Preparing for the worst?

[ Action | OTA ]

[precedented]

[ True to his word, Leto eventually shows up at the Paisley. He's dressed himself casually, only in a white shirt and brown slacks. He makes his way to the labs with a self-possessed air. For someone who's never visited another ship before, he knows exactly where he's going.

Every few minutes he stops, looking at nothing. It's a little disquieting to see him. Even more so for that strange skin latched onto him, a breathing mass of brown veins. ]

Hmm. He should be there . . .

[axeboyfriend]

[ Sure enough, Shinjiro's in the lab. He's go this jar of memories sitting on one of the beds, and he's raided the medicine cabinet for some of the Marsiva substitute for persona suppressants. He's just finished popping one of those and slipping the rest of the bottle into his pocket when Leto arrives, though he doesn't seem to have heard him. ]

[ Action ]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki doesn't find him disquieting. But Loki? Is a little weird himself. More than a little cracked. He hasn't been quite the same since Frigga's death.

He has no idea what Leto feels like until he meets him; until clapping eyes on the man, it's more a disturbance of energies that attracts his attention, has him casually walking through a wall and into the corridor Leto's traversing. Then he registers the now-familiar face and tilts his head, eyebrow going up.]

Which he?

[axeboyfriend]

[ Shinjiro is terrible at being sociable.

Which is to say that he's been spending most of his days holed up in the lab, keeping track of inventory and making sure that they have all the supplies they'll need. Which in his case, actually means he's ordered himself some suppressants, which have been helpfully labelled for his use only.

At the present, however, he's fiddling with the settings of his personal communicator and muttering to himself. ]

...This thing's really fancy.