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[mistyday]

Who: Everybody who hates this moon! And a few that don't!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The Good Ship Iskaulit
When: Throughout the Toxic Moon event

[Y'all, Misty can't be the only one who hates this place, so let's all gather on the Iskaulit, safe from all that dark and rot down on the polluted moon and have ourselves a good time!

(Or at least, a pollution-free time).

A list of establishments on the Iskaulit can be found here!]

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ota!

[mistyday]

a. Interfaith Center
[With Stefan in a deep sleep (which she is totally not freaking out about, oh no), Misty is doing her best to keep things at the Center running smoothly. Fortunately, he's left a lot of notes, so at least she has some guidance, though she's still not confident in her ability to lead anyone, especially not in matters of faith. If you come for the Center's regular Thursday interfaith service, she'll be there with fresh-made tea, but she's going to forgo any sort of sermon or talk, and just offer to pray with people, maybe sing some songs, whatever they're looking for. The rest of the week, she'll be sitting reading, going through the notes and books Stefan's collected or quietly praying and meditating on one of the pillows.]


b. Gardens
[When she's not in the Interfaith Center, she'll more than likely be found in the gardens, tending to the plants. Her tending to the plants isn't limited to the usual watering and pruning, however. She carries a little glass vial around, with some kind of clear liquid, which she pours slowly and carefully out onto the base of the plants, only allowing for a few drops to touch the dirt. After a few moments, the plant will burst forth in glorious color: bright greens and oranges and purples and pinks, flowers blooming and fruit ripening at an amazing rate.

She can't save the planet below, but at least she can help these plants stay happy and healthy and productive.]

[ a ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Well, Obi-Wan comes in to help every now and then because Stefan did ask him to help out. At the most, he tidies up or directs people to the resources at hand.

It was one of those times where he manages to catch Misty making tea. ]

Ah, it looks like you're keeping busy.

b

[bb_wolf]

[At night, when people are thinner on the... ground- Bigby comes into the garden area. It smells good in here, the plants refreshing the air and making it smell clean and not recycled and mechanical.

He stretches out by the garden, careful not to trample anything, and just lies there, half dozing, listening for company, still except for the rise and fall of his massive chest.

When he hears footsteps, he opens one glowing eye to watch her approach but makes no move to hide or change.]

B

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Yeah, the constant gas-mask wearing isn't Wanda's jive either. Since her initial visit to the Iskaulit's garden, she has been returning more regularly. Sometimes to check in and help out with things, but also sometimes just to find a place of peace. Taking a page out of Vision's book, she often comes to the garden to meditate, and has been finding that it's helped a lot. It's during one of these meditation sessions that she hears something strange. Getting up to look around, she comes upon Misty working her magic on the flowers. She observes silently for a moment, rather impressed and entranced by the sudden explosion of beauty, before speaking up.]

That must be quite the vial of fertilizer you have.

b!

[maschinenpistole]

[ Kotoha's here for a much-needed reprieve from all that gunk on the moon. Where better than the gardens that aren't polluted to kingdom come, right?

She happens to catch a glimpse of those flowers popping right out of the ground, and her eyes go a little wide at just how beautiful of a sight that is! She looks from the flowers, to the woman, back to the flowers again... With a soft smile, and careful not to startle, she makes her way over. ]

Ahh... How did you do that?

a.

[throwsdown]

[Takeshi isn't involved in the interfaith center stuff per se... He's interested, though, peering from around the furthest doorway, listening to Misty's songs and watching her offer tea, and he can't help but wonder it's all about. It sounds nice, but it also feels like something he's not very used to. On the other ship, Murphy had a small church... It was made of scraps, mostly. It's where Heather taught him how to read.

He prays, though! He's prayed to Castiel, and over dead people. He learned how to pray from his dad, he thinks. His real, real dad, the one who had been with his mom before he died. He thinks that's where he must've learned it from. Because mom never, ever prayed. Not even when dad died, she never did.

He bites his lip, his usual determination turned shy and reclusive.

Maybe he should go pray. It... seems the same? It seems a lot like the way he does...

There's always so much to pray for, after all!]

b

[passingthrough]

Not a big fan of the moon either? [Kitty still goes down every now and then just to break up the time and to see something different, but she doesn't like the place so going there is feeling increasingly masochistic. She's ready for them to leave. A whole moon below and she'd rather walk through a ship's garden.]

ota ♥

[maschinenpistole]

→ Library
[ Words! Words for the logophile. Yes please. It has been way too long, and even the lazy-butt, school-is-a-drag Kotoha is so ready to welcome some new words in her life!

If you find Kotoha in the library, she's probably curled up with something that looks like it's a little on the "newer" side - for relative values of new, of course. She's reading pretty casually - sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, legs outstretched and crossed (perfect for tripping over!), headphones playing music from her comm device... She's more than open to being interrupted. Or, if she starts ever-so-quietly humming and you're the strict library-rules-mongering type, you're welcome to try and shush her~

Left alone for long enough, a small stack of books will begin to collect beside her as she finishes them, one by one. ]


→ Gym
[ Girl's gotta keep in shape, right? ]

Shortcut: stick!

[ There's a faint spark from her lips, a flash of green in her eyes, and then, poof! A quarterstaff appears in her hands. All the better to practice~

She starts with a few basic forms, maybe even practices some strength-building hits on some of the more fortified punching bags (youkai strength, man - she's no ogre like Kyousuke, but she's still got a tiny bit of an edge over your average teenage girl). Eventually, even that isn't enough, and it's time to challenge herself a little. ]

Shortcut: ball! ball! ball!

[ Poof! Poof! Poof! Each time she speaks the word, a softball-sized ball appears, floating in mid-air and weaving around - sometimes even dangerously launching itself toward her with enouh velocity that impact would probably be pretty painful... But with a swing of her stick, she knocks them away.

Care to join in? Or just watch? Either way, keep up~ She might start just plain showing off... ]


→ The Space Bar
[ Guess who can't get drunk off of alcohol? This chick. Yep. Youkai in her world can only get drunk from magic~*~ water. Go figure. So why is she even here? Well, because she feels like hanging out, mostly!

This place has a nice atmosphere - it's just people who want to show up, drink, take a load off, and have a good time. She can respect that. She's more than happy to sit there, sipping on a glass of juice, or whatever anyone decides to buy her (if that happens!) since it clearly won't hurt anything. People-watching is fun, and hearing people's stories is even better.

Maybe your character is drunk (or close!) and needs a little babysitting? She'll do her best. Just don't antagonize her too badly, or she'll mercilessly talk circles around you~ ♥ ]


→ wildcard!
(( got something else in mind? Throw it at me. Kotoha will be spending a lot of time here, because it's not her refrigerator-cold ship, and it's not Gunkmoon McPollutyplace. :|b ))

[lord_wizard]

A-Meditation Room

[While it can't be said he hasn't missed nature, the fetid, dreary atmosphere of the moon makes that longing even stronger. The garden would be the most natural place to ameliorate that desire, but this time it's the memory of another garden that brings him here.

He isn't mediating, though. Just walking through the room, quietly contemplating the pillows and candles with a vaguely skeptical air. The real point of the matter might be that he's scared to try. He hasn't tried to reach the Khloidanikos since he came ot the fleet. There is no reason to believe it would be any different here than in the castle, but the opposite is also true.

He gently kicks one of the pillows and sighs at himself]

B-Málum

[Regardless of who is working the bar, Felix comes here more or less nightly. He doesn't drink much - he hasn't felt the need lately - just sips at a drink or two at the bar as he listens to the music (not always to his taste, but it's better than nothing.

It's safe to say that he'll smile and invite over anyone to chat who might be around at the time.]

B

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley always welcomes the times when Felix shows up at the bar. He wouldn't say he looks forward to it or anything like that (it's a lie, he absolutely does) but the man's arrival is always a welcome sight. Naturally, Crowley leaves Felix get situated before idly wandering over to lean on the bar with a lazy grin. ]

I don't know about you, but I think this star system is infinitely worse than the last one. Seems they really are getting steadily more terrible as we move on.

OTA | Interfaith Center, Gardens, Gym

[collegedropout]

INTERFAITH CENTER

[Sam comes to the interfaith center with hesitancy. And it shows in the way he wanders, glancing around with all the certainty of a kid on his first day at school. It's not that it is his first go-around with faith, with religion, all of that. But right now... as he is... he's not sure about a lot of things.

He wants so badly to believe there's something left in his world worth believing in. Sure, he believes in his friends. Family. But -- he's always just wanted that acceptance. A little bit of this stupid, crushing weight off his shoulders, just for a little bit. A God who'd help him out. Just... a little. Anything.

He crouches awkwardly when it seems nobody else is around, clasping his hands together. It's not unnatural, but it's not as wholehearted as he's been so often in his youth. Or as an adult. Or, hell, just a few months back.

A few months back, when the god he thought he was praying to was anyone but Lucifer.]

Ahm. You probably don't even hear me out here. Different universes. Maybe you do. I don't know. Um. I'm still -- pretty pissed that you're hiding out. A little. I mean... I thought it was you. You know? And when it wasn't...

[He sighs, pressing his forehead against his knuckles.

Focusing so intently.]

But if you can hear this... There's gotta be something you can do. For Dean and Cas here. Hell, and back home -- even if I don't... make it out, that's fine; I'm fine. But somebody's gotta do something. Dean doesn't know. And Cas can't fight it forever; it's going to take him over, and then...

I... please. I'm asking you. After all this time... do something.

[A pregnant pause, and then he sighs out, continuing prayer quietly.

God probably can't hear this.

But at least Sam feels like he tried.

That counts for something.]

GARDENS

[Well, since prayer isn't his best method of relaxing, he moves to gardening. He doesn't have his own patch or anything, but he's -- actually really good at what's there already. He sprinkles seeds, carefully works on a small patch of... god knows what, and he's mildly worried he'll kill space vegetables, but whatever. He'll keep to the ones that look most familiar.

He's in the process of removing the dead leaves, trimming and clearing out the space beneath the growing goods. He looks at ease with it despite his reservations, heavy hands delicately working. He's used to this, actually. Not from back home, no way. Back home he was a horrible gardener, if he had to even apply himself at all to it.

But you pick things up, sometimes, when you're constantly getting your ass kidnapped to other worlds.]

GYM

[Sam's not gonna let himself get unfit again, either. Thanks. He'd lost a ton of muscle mass over the last, uh... few years. It started when the wall fell, and it was at it's worst when he was desperately looking for his demonic brother, arm in a sling and mildly atrophied from disuse. He's since then gotten much better, but he doesn't stop work outs, because his body is a fucking weird one. The moment he stops, his metabolism'll shrink him back down into an overgrown twig. And that's no bueno, guys.

So he'll be doing the usual. Punching bag, weights, jump rope (for a 6'4" man this is always a funny spectacle wow), sit-ups, push-ups. He's at it for at least a good hour and a half.]

Interfaith Center

[passingthrough]

[Hard to say if God is hearing him, but Kitty manages to catch the tail end of his prayer. She didn't bother opening the door to enter the room, and phasing is pretty silent unless she starts talking or her clothes are rustling, which they weren't. It wasn't an attempt to sneak up on anyone. Doors have just become this unnecessary, tedious thing for her.

She wouldn't even normally be in that room. The interfaith center means little to her, but she's on this ship almost every day for training and she feels like she owes herself the due diligence of better exploring the rest of it.

She considers sneaking back out, but that seems worse somehow, so she clears her throat once Sam is done.]

Interfaith center

[beardstrokes]

[ He images this is what he sounded like, trying to reach into the Force. Though it is not in his nature to want or beg. He is only meant to serve. It coils around his shoulders, a steady drumbeat. So he waits until Sam finishes, preparing some tea instead. Once he's done, he brings a cup to him quietly. ]

OTA

[notzubats]

[A. Everywhere]

[This was Sora's first time on the Iskaulit. There was only so much time he could spend on the Golden before needing to stretch his legs, and this place seemed like a good place to start. Which of course, being a curious kid? He'll be attempting to check out everything. So while your character is going about their day, they might get a really short teenager poking his head into your facility to see what you're about- yes, even the bars.]

Whoa...

[B. Hallway]

[Some point well into his exploration day, Sora has decided to take a break from running around. He's sitting on the ground, against some cargo crates. Most interestingly? He seems to be chatting up a couple rats that probably came from the air ducts. The rats themselves are at his feet, squeaking away]

So that's your favorite spot on the Iskaulit huh? I guess I could see why...

B

[mistyday]

[Misty's going between the garden and the Interfaith Center when she sees Sora with the rats. She stops and watches them curiously for a moment. She can make animals listen to her and do what she wants them to and she can usually get a good sense of their feelings, but actually having a conversation with them? Well that's something else all together! Besides, anyone who treats animals kindly and whom animals so obviously like is worth talkin' to, in her book.]

You can talk to the rats?

Closed to Kitty

[touchofrogue]

[After witnessing a bumpy greeting and generally having a rotten week herself, Rogue's stirred enough out of concern for her friend to quit basically kicking walls and pretending they're blue.

So. She changes into long-sleeved everything, covered up so there'd be minimum danger in a spar, and starts stretching as she waits for Kitty to arrive at the gym in the Ishkaulit. Fortunately, it's not crowded. They'll be able to talk and beat each other up: the situation is as ideal as it gets.]

[passingthrough]

[She feels tense and wound up as she steps into the gym and spots Rogue. She'd managed to calm down while talking to Charles and McCoy. She'd even gotten a call from Erik checking on her and probably wanting to secure some safety for his friend. Still, she was pretty far from relaxed after having all those emotions stirred up and even after assurances from both Charles and Erik, she still didn't trust McCoy. And worse...he seemed nice? Making her the crazy one here and the bully.]

Hey. [Her talkative banter reserves are low apparently.]

OTA

[passingthrough]

Gym
[A day doesn't usually pass without a trip to the gym for a workout of some kind. She's tough and limber. She was a dancer turned warrior with years of training and experience even if she is just freshly out of the teenage years. She doesn't mind company. She might just ask you to spar.]

Wandering
[She's checked out the various venues on the ship a few times already, but it doesn't stop her from exploring them again. She doesn't love the moon, but she is getting a little stir crazy on the Windrose. She looks pretty aimless and a distraction would be welcome.]

Closed to Tyrion/Málum
[Plans were made for drinks and talking. Kitty finds a nice booth and places herself with a back to the wall and waits. Wine was mentioned, but she got herself a cocktail instead. They are more her speed. The simple ones. No tiny umbrellas.]

Gym / Action

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara's spending some time exploring the Iskaulit— she's been around a few times but it beats staring at the wall or suiting up to go down to the moon. She slips into the gym, trying to avoid being distracting, and watches for a bit. When it looks like Kitty's taking a break (or when she is noticed), she'll speak up ]

Well, I wouldn't want to mess with you.

Closed to Tyrion

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion showed up, able to stand up a little taller and a little straighter for his boots. He slipped over to the table, his lips twitching up at the corners as he saw her. He slipped into the booth across from her, and waved over the waitress.]

I shall have what she is having, if you would.

[winn]

[ he's meant to come by here to check out the library (and the bar) since he's heard of it. getting to see kitty - well, it's just the motivation he needed to finally get it done. going out for drinks feels like a proper date; if it weren't also on a spaceship, it would almost feel normal.

he smiles and waves, sprinting the rest of the way up to her as soon as he spots her ]

Hi - sorry, were you waiting long? [ he's not sure if he's allowed to - the last time they kissed they were locked away and hidden - but he told himself no about kissing her before and regretted it, so he goes for a hello kiss anyway. ]

Wandering

[bb_wolf]

[ He starts following her because she smells familiar.

or rather, there's a scent on her that's familiar and he's put together enough to decide that this is probably Kitty who has been mothering Sascha and Sascha was very fond of.

Big is watching from the shadows. His head is resting on his paws, big, yellow eyes watching her wandering around before finally speaking. ]

You must be Kitty.

[axiomed]

[ A - The Library ]

[ To be honest, once he heard there was a library, Charles had to visit. He felt a brief pang of sadness for the books he had to leave behind in Kyriakos (and the knowledge that no one was looking after them anymore). Still, the existence of more knowledge, especially knowledge of space was far too great to ignore. Once he was shuffled off and things had been settled, he spends most of his time there.

And if he took an impromptu nap here and there, a book on his lap . . . he's old, no one would mind. ]

[ B - Wildcard ]

B

[grandstanding]

[When Charles's call comes in, Erik had been prepared to leap in a shuttle immediately. Only the tone of the other man's voice and the information he relayed in a clipped tone gave him pause. This... well. This wouldn't work for a reunion. So Erik abandoned his original plan of heading to Charles's ship, and told him to take a shuttle over to the Iskaulit instead.

It's about the same as driving a car, only fewer pedals, he'd explained quickly, trusting Charles to work out the controls.

Of course Erik still gets there first, more familiar with the process. He's waiting in the dock, arms folded, watching the doors.]

ota

[theoniongirl]

A. Bookworms, Unite!

[Now that there isn't a space station to distract her, Jilly swings by the library every few days to refresh her collection of books and to take a break between her projects. Paint-speckled and cheerful, she will probably become a familiar sight to anyone who frequents the Iskaulit's library]

B. Málum

[every few evenings, she'll make her way over to Crowley's bar. She doesn't really drink all that much, but she's thrilled to have music and (with her memories returned) the company of a friendly face, so she'll be easy to find near the bar, a glass of water in hand.]

C. The Gardens

[She might live and breathe art as part of her life, but even she couldn't help but start to feel stifled, trying to paint in the small confines of her ship bunk. So, while most of her painting time is spent on the Blue Fish, she can occasionally be found in the gardens with her sketchbook, breathing the fresh(er) air and enjoying scenery that doesn't involve the growing pile of coffee mugs by her usual workspace]