driftfleet | y'all need captain planet

A.

[Okay... Clay was kind of hoping for a better planet than this, but okay... At least it's somehow inhabitable; he still remembers astronomers' fruitless quest to find life on other planets and moons, so just that is amazing. But since he doesn't like the gas mask and going outside is horrible, Clay spends most of his time in the ship itself to record his studies. Though he does make sure to check in on his crew, and doubly makes sure that they've got a gas mask on when they go outside. No one's getting sick on his watch.]

B.

[Well, since Clay's mostly inside, he'll just go ahead and finish the project he's been working on for a good while now.

In the rec room are a set of pull-up bars: a smaller size for the kids, mid-height for folks like himself, and a taller one in case they get a crewmate who is... well, tall. Did you know we had an eight foot shipmate once? It was pretty rad. But anyway. Clay does the finishing touches on the tall one, then stands up and steps back to admire his work.]

It's done! [He spreads his arms like he's showing off something grand.] It's finally done!

C.

[And then there are the times that he does go outside, to study and take notes, to use his flight suit, to run some errands, to visit his boyfriend and/or friends, or other things! Anyone else who's still in the ship when he does so gets to see Clay stop by, gas mask in both hands, to ask:]

Hey, I'm going out. You need anything while I'm gone?

D.

[Need your captain for something else? Go ahead and bug him!]

Edited 2016-03-26 04:38 (UTC)

[Sometime when Clay is researching, someone comes to visit him after going to the planet. He's wearing all black, right down to black gloves and a hood that completely covers his head. And of course, he forgets to take off his full facial black gas mask or even lower his hood. Also probably doesn't help that he's got weapons on his side either]

[So when he's on the ship, he heads right for Clay's office and starts talking - totally oblivious that the gas mask distorts his voice and amplifies his breathing sounds so what was meant to be sweet sounding, instead just sounds ominous.]

I brought you something.

[If Allen looks at what Clay's working on, it looks like... well, probably gibberish. There's some high level astrophysics going on here, and he looks pretty focused on it, the pencil's eraser pressed to the center of his forehead.

But when Allen comes in looking like that? And sounding like that? The guy's completely covered form head to toe, so Clay doesn't recognize him underneath it all. He first eyes the weapons at his sides, then slowly sets the pencil down and pushes his chair back a bit, ready to bolt if he needs to.]

Yes?

[Well that's...a much colder response than he usually gets from Clay. What's up with that? And of course, it doesn't immediately click why Clay is backing up like a sane person would do in this situation]

Is something wrong?

[... Huh. That's kind of a different answer than he was expecting. He raises his eyebrows just a bit in confusion; maybe this guy's a friendly? Maybe it's an inhabitant giving him more information about the moon or something. He relaxes slightly, though he still looks very wary as he tilts his head a bit.]

... Nothing. But, uh - Who are you again?

[The question throws him off]

What? How do you not-

[-- oh wait, the mask]

Ah- sorry.

[He lifts his hand and pulls back his hood, revealing his white hair, as he starts to undo the straps that were holding on the mask]

Forgot I had this on.

[Honestly, as soon as the hair's revealed? Clay lets out a sigh of relief and fully relaxes in his seat, then runs a hand through his hair with a sheepish smile, laughing a little at the situation itself.]

You scared me for a second there! You looked like some kind of movie villain!

[He just laughs in an embarrassed manner.]

Really? Sorry, that wasn't the intent- [With the gasmask now off, he'll run his hand through his hair to try to fix his hair from hood hair]

I just came by to tell you I brought you some samples from the planet's wilderness? For your research.

[ Hermione feels a little more comfortable aboard the ship now, and she thinks that might be obvious to the rest of the crew - she walks around a bit more, she talks to them, she actually comes out of her room rather than sticking her nose into any bits of paper and book she can find. The fact that she's actively seeking out Clay now is proof enough that she feels at home; she doesn't normally like asking for help with something personal from people she doesn't know too well.

This is how you make friends, though, isn't it?

When she finds him, her own mask is hanging around her waist (a lioness, because she has her own sense of humour that she would never talk about). Stepping up, she offers him a small smile before she breathes out. ]

Hi, Clay. Could - Would it be alright if I asked for a favour?

[Clay's definitely noticed that Hermione's become more comfortable, and it's a huge relief for him. After all, his top priority is to make sure that his crew is safe and at home in a place like this; they were taken here against their will, so why make the situation even worse? It's his duty as a captain and as a friend to take care of them all, and he takes it very seriously.

His own mask, which is on the desk, has been... well, bedazzled is a good word for it. There are sparkly stars all over it, and even the goggles are star shaped, because he's predictable like that. When Hermione comes in, Clay returns her smile with a cheery grin of his own, then stands to pay her better attention.]

Sure! You can ask me any time. What is it?

[ If she wasn't used to being in a place entirely out of her own world she might have ended up far more uncomfortable than she actually was. At least the fleet had beds and food and didn't seem to mind her magic too much - there were even people that wanted to learn more about it and more about what she could do, which wasn't something she had been entirely prepared for. The Drabwurld was easier because it was a world of magic, but this was a world of muggle science.

It helped, too, that the people she shared a ship with were kind and helpful. She had already started to get close to Alphonse and she had learned that she would be able to rely on them if there was anything she needed - like now. Quickly, she reaches around and pulls some parchment out and steps forward, offering it out. ]

I was wondering if you could keep an eye out for a herb if you go to the station. I was hoping to use it in a potion and two eyes are better than one...

[ 'sup, uncle. nanako hasn't done much exploring of the new planet herself, which means she's mostly been staying on the three twins or visiting friends. like she's doing now, standing next to clay and admiring his new pull-up bars. in her hands is a container of cookies, which she'll remember later once she gets over how cool this is. ]

Wow! You made it yourself?

['sup, little bit. Clay puts his hands on his hips as he looks down at her with a grin.]

Yup! They're actually pretty easy to make; it only took me so long because I didn't have the right stuff to work with.

[Not the proper tools, nor the right measurements, and if he hadn't crazily stocked up at the Western moon, he wouldn't have had the metal either.]

Edited 2016-04-01 12:34 (UTC)

[Al had promised himself that he was going to keep his head down and stay out of trouble as much as he could, so even when they got to the planet, he didn't leave the ship all that much. He'd procured a gas mask, shaped by alchemy to resemble his old armored face, but other than that, he spent the first part of their landing on the ship.

He worked out a lot, and sparred, keeping his strength up.

However, he soon got restless, and sometimes he could be found trying to persuade Cosmic the fox to wear a gas mask so they could go out for runs. He didn't succeed.]

[So usually? When they're on a planet Rogue spends most of her time on the planet. Not so in this case, my friends. Not. So.

She still goes down there to try to help out, pick up some water filtration systems and generally... okay, she really doesn't like it down there at all.

She'll be spending way more time than normal in the rec room or in the kitchen, trying to come up with alternatives based on where they are - especially since one of their non-eating crewmembers has now turned into an eating one.]

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