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 ]

Comments

[ 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. ]

[precedented]

[ Sounds like the perfect opportunity to be an asshole. He slips behind Sable quietly and blows lightly on his ear. ]

[axeboyfriend]

[ You know that feeling when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and there's chills, but entirely of the good kind? Well, that's what Shinjiro gets, and his face turns red as he jumps approximately a foot in the air before whirling around. ]

D-Dune!

[precedented]

[ He laughs, a soft ringing sound that lines the room. ]

My, the fear in your eyes! Let it not kill your mind now.

[axeboyfriend]

[ He rubs the back of his neck. ]

I— ...didn't hear you come on.

[ He's still flustered, honestly, but he's trying not to show it. ]

[precedented]

Yes.

[ Still bemused, in a flat tone. ]

I had noticed, Sable.

[axeboyfriend]

Yeah, well...

[ Shinjiro shrugs, then changes the subject. ]

You came. I'm... grateful.

[precedented]

[ Leto tilts his head at him curiously. ]

Did you expect me not to?

[axeboyfriend]

No, I knew you would. That doesn't make me less grateful.

[precedented]

You worry far too much, Sable.

[ He looks around the lab. ] Is this where you work?

[axeboyfriend]

[ He politely ignores the comment about worrying too much. He disagrees, but doesn't feel like arguing.

Shinjiro nods at the question. ]

Yeah, this is it. There's another guy as well, Stefan. He already had everything organized, so that made it easier.

[precedented]

And what do you do in this . . . lab?

[ Science has never been one of his interests, though he possesses every scientific fact there is. He gives the instruments a cursory uninterested look. ]

[ 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?

[precedented]

Hm? I do not think you know him. He's new to your ship. You call him . . .

[ He pauses, checking the timelines. He gives Loki a cursory glance, though his lips smile unconsciously. ]

Shinjiro, I believe. Lab support. We both came from the same place, so to speak.

[complicatedliar]

[Head tilt.]

He must be quite new. I haven't met him. [He's not the most sociable.] Or he hasn't chosen to come to my office. How rude.

[From the same place, interesting. Another source he can pump for information for use in that bet.

Loki leans a shoulder against the wall.]

[precedented]

[ He raises an eyebrow at my office. Loki couldn't be more transparent and the bluntness of it lends a ripple of humour in Leto's eyes. ]

True, his manners could use work. But I am working on it.

[complicatedliar]

[What, he's the personnel officer. He raises his eyebrow right back, like, what would you have of me, darling?]

I'd no idea you were the etiquette officer.

Oh, now there's an idea. Fleet agony aunt.

[precedented]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Spare me. These children cannot handle an argument without it being blown into proportion. My captain has always garnered a distaste for me.

[complicatedliar]

[Oh my.]

So soon? And how could that be, you're perfectly charming. [Well, on planet Loki you are. But you know. Human. Humans suck, if you ask him.]

That's what would make it fun, though. A pen name, perhaps.

[precedented]

( meant to say already instead of always, whoops. )

Hardly. I've never been good with hmm, the simpler aspects of life. The expression of a feeling, the touch of warmth. I leave that to humanity. It is not my path to tread.

Then why don't you do it? It sounds like your kind of fun.

[complicatedliar]

[Figured.]

You seem to be doing well enough to me, in regards to emotion. [Says the most emotionally constipated guy who ever graced Luceti.] I can say nothing of touch or warmth. [He doesn't like being touched in general, unless he controls the encounter or really likes the other person. And he radiates cold.]

I have done, in the place I lived before this. I might again, should I become sufficiently bored.

[precedented]

An idea to shelve away, for the moment of utter ennui.

[ A terrifying possibility, becoming bored. Leto and Loki both have that potential to be destructive when they're at a loss.

He rolls his shoulders. The Worm hisses. ]

I manage. No one has tried to kill me, so I consider that a personal victory.

[complicatedliar]

[Finally, someone other than Rogue appreciates how terrible that possibility would be.]

I've all my magics here, so it will be far down on the list. [A brief flash of a grin.] I could be convinced to help you edit such a column. As an experiment.

No one has tried to kill me either.

I fear I'm losing my touch. Complacency, perhaps.

[precedented]

[ He considers this. It would be a way to stir up the fleet without getting too out of hand. A suitable means of escape from his own tedium. Isn't that why he was here? ]

All right. Why not? Two heads will prove better than one.