it's not our fault it's an april mingle

[ladybro]

Who: S.S. Blameless
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Yes, for crew-mates and any visitors!
When: Month of April

[ aww mingle, no. ]

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KATE BISHOP »

[ladybro]

[ even publishing heiress socialites slash superheroes develop routines.

meal-times are predictable. kate spends the half-hour to full hour before suppers in the kitchen. sometimes, everything goes smoothly! but (on occasion) some meals are preceded by a flurrying disaster speckled across the counter and smudged over the appliances. usually, this happens when she decides to cook 'off-book' -- with ingredients provided by her augment's presence on the ship, or through rare supply runs. perhaps you catch her wrestling with a makeshift pizza dough? she's stirring something that might be tomato sauce, and calls out: ] Hey, grab me the salt? Please?

[ or! kate couldn't make off with any of the training bows from the poisoned moon, but she did slick-talk someone into selling her a trio of targets. she sets them up in the cargo bay, not far from the treadmill -- but at a safe enough distance that her throwing knives don't pose a threat to anyone. it might not be shooting arrows, but it feels good to aim something. if she likes you well enough, she may even offer to play a friendly game of knife-darts to pass the time.

about once a week, she tries to talk some of her crewmates into joining her on the iskaulit. it always starts the same way: supper's done, and kate's portioning leftovers into the fridge for easy lunches on the following day. maybe someone's still hanging back at the mess table, and she turns to them with restlessness dancing behind her eyes. ] Wanna get out of here?

Kitchen

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara decided to pop in unannounced—maybe rude, maybe just sensible? She'll learn soon enough which is the case. She remembered Kate's need to be in the kitchen, so she wanders in quietly... and then her jaw drops ]

Is that what I think it is?

[ladybro]

That, [ she answers (a touch breathless), ] depends entirely on what you think it is. Because if you thought apple pie, you'd be wrong.

[ she straightens up from the arduous task of dicing protein cubes into little slivers that might maybe resemble cheese when she's done. ]

Hi, Kara.

[takingkarabusiness]

Well, it looks like a very valiant attempt at pizza. Very creative.

Can I help?

[ kitchen ]

[precedented]

[ Ah. Looks like they won't be eating today.

Or eating some kind of travesty. Either way, Leto is quite happy to skip eating. Still, he's willing to help out and hands the salt over. ]

[ladybro]

[ don't be so doubtful!! they'll make it to mealtime. somehow.

kate spares a brief smile. ] Thanks. Some days, it feels like I don't have enough arms.

[beathach]

[under different circumstances, Hank would make a genuine effort to introduce himself. Or at the very least, find a public area, sit there and welcome the introductions, since he wasn't sure what sort of people were here. He wasn't the most social of butterflies, but he couldn't be faulted for trying, either.

Of course, what really happens is Hank is shuffled, finds the lab and shuts himself inside.

His first day had been overwhelming in a number of ways, and once the serum wore off, well. The idea of being social at all sort of fell through the cracks, and he really didn't have it in himself to face the world like that. Not yet, anyway. It would have been much easier if he'd had another shot on him, but - at least he wasn't locking himself in there. That was a marked improvement, even if that was his very first urge.

So hey, Blameless. Your newest is bumming around in the labs, pretending that everything is fine and normal and that he isn't hiding. You're 99% likely to catch him there! Or . . . maybe you'll catch him when he realizes he can't hide in there and starve himself at the same time.

Or maybe something entirely different happens, who knows, that's what wildcards are for]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara is literally just snooping around the Blameless, under the auspices of looking for the kitchen and Kate. But hey! Maybe the kitchen could be in here? I mean, she'd be a poor friend if she didn't at least investigate...

So she opens the door and peeks in, not expecting to see the big blue guy! ]

Oh! Sorry! I'm looking for the kitchen...?

[beathach]

[the big blue guy who almost startles himself out of his skin. He jumps likes he's been caught doing something wrong - which he isn't, he was actually trying to figure out the commucations device with claws. It makes it a little more - delicate]

No, no - i-it's fine, I think it's—[then he pauses as he registers the face peeking in] Kara?

[passingthrough]

[With no one new arriving on the Windrose most of the time and the occasional shifting of the shuffle, she finds herself losing track of when they happen. The smart thing to do before boarding a different ship would probably have been to check the crew manifest, but it wasn't that long that she checked yet again to make sure Logan's name was still on the Blameless. She hadn't heard from him in awhile. They never really got to talk after their attempts to remove the augments and she just wants to see him. So many new mutant arrivals and so much learned about her world and her Logan she never knew. They have things to discuss. So she's just going to search his ship since her messages aren't getting answered. He's probably in one of those sleeps like Vision or Loki had been. Why not check the lab, right?

...Oh, there's why not.

She just freezes in place upon seeing him. She doesn't look aggressive and for just a moment she may even look just the tiniest bit afraid before she pushes any such reaction out of her expression. He wasn't blue and furry last time around, but she knew to expect it. He still...looked different than she remembered. His hair is much shorter all over. And he's wearing more clothes. There's no leering grin and sharp teeth staring at her.]

Serum wore off.

[beathach]

[he hears the door open and an apology is already forming as he turns around, "I'm sorry for running off to hide" or "sorry for not introducing myself" but then he sees Kitty and goes stock still.

He doesn't have has glasses on, and once he remembers to move he automatically reaches up for them - and stops when he finds nothing. His hand hovers there, uncertain, before gives a quick wave and drops his hand.

She said she wasn't going to hurt him and he believes that, but he hadn't expected to see her so soon. Or . . . at all]

Mm, it did.

. . . hi.

[axiomed]

[ Hello, I'm here to bother you and to make sure someone hasn't arrived to kill you in your sleep. And to make sure you're not hiding away. ]

I was expecting it to be more . . . high tech.

[beathach]

[no has killed him but hiding is in full effect. At least he didn't lock the door!!]

—Charles. [he looks so relieved to see you] It's - not what I was expecting, but I can work with it.

lab »

[ladybro]

[ katie knows that shade of blue -- but not paired with that body-shape. the beast she's met (albeit briefly) had been girthier. bigger. but there's no denying the name on the ship's new manifest, nor the other outward indicators.

it's not like she had ever befriended the mutant back home, but her version of the man had been there throughout the ordeal with wanda. and kate had heard enough off-hand comments from clint to understand that he ought to be a trustworthy sort of guy.

and she remembers that he (that he, at least) likes tea. so she comes bearing a fragrant gift cradled gently in a mug. after all, she's the ship's cook.

kate knocks on the lab's closed door. ] H-hey? Anyone home?

[beathach]

[ah . . . the moment he'd been expecting. He can smell the tea through the door, and his brows furrow, confused, as he heads over to open it. He's tempted to just peek out - but he's trying, he's really trying. So he takes a deep breath and slowly opens the door all the way, properly.

He doesn't recognize her, so she must be one of the others on the ship. He tries for a smile and almost manages it]

Hello?

[bloodbiter]

[2 BAD

because a certain someone is coming knocking on the lab door]

Hank?

[beathach]

[W O W??

But he answers the door as though he isn't hiding - hearing that it's Lace on the other side of the door may have helped with that]

Ah - Lace, hello.

[grandstanding]

[For his part, Erik takes his time seeking Hank out. An entire day passes from the shuffle before he does, in fact. He had asked Charles what ship Hank was on, and assumed he had time for that later. He knew Hank would be dealing with his least favourite thing: his real self.

Now it's morning, and Erik is knocking on the lab door.]

I hope you're in there, Hank, because I have something I need to ask you.

[beathach]

[the door opens almost immediately; he's had a whole day to settle back into this skin, get used to the differences. He's even spoke to a few people, left the lab, all of which only helped him settle even more.

There's only a touch of the usual nervousness that comes with him walking around like this in his expression, and that's gone as soon as he sees who it is. He might not see eye-to-eye with Erik on this particular issue, but aside from Charles he's the only other person he's completely comfortable around]

Hello to you too, Erik. [he quirks a grin, then steps aside so Erik can come in, pushing the door completely open]

Leto Atreides the II

[precedented]

[ While Leto has no problems staying on the moon and breathing in the toxic gases that permeate the air, he's not one to remain there for very long. Especially for his exercises like meditation and prana-bindu. His room isn't large enough for him to practice them and he's loathe to go to another ship just to do them. So he finds himself a quiet corner, resting his weight on the palm of his hand as he turns his body upside down.

Otherwise, he can found looking around the Huntress, peeking at the various rooms. ]

[beathach]

[sooner or later Hank will actually venture out of his lab, on his own, unprompted we hope, and after he's sure nothing terrible will happen, has taken to exploring the ship.

When he sees Leto he stops, not exactly staring but watching, a little impressed]

[precedented]

[ He lifts his palm off the floor, using only three fingers or so before he's satisfied and tilts himself over, his feet hitting the floor with a loud thud. He glances at Hank, curious. His eyes glow an eerie blue. ]

See something you like?

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is searching this part of the ship she doesn't actually belong on too and still no Logan, but there is a Leto. She heads over and just lays down on the floor next to him.] I'd say don't fall on me, but it wouldn't really matter. [Because she'd phase if he did.]

[precedented]

[ He glances at her, quiet. An exercise like this requires a heavy amount of concentration and he rather not fall on her, powers or otherwise. Finally, he topples himself over to the ground neatly, landing on his feet. ]

Were you concerned?

The Stalker | Warframe (Cargo hold)

[c0nsequences]

[So this is to be his new home. It's far more spacious than his old landing craft, but he also has to share it with more people. The Stalker doesn't know how he feels about this yet. How long has it been since he last associated with anyone for prolonged periods of time, let alone lived among them?

For now, it is irrelevant. The Stalker has an objective. He may have lost his abilities in the transfer to the Drift Fleet, but his body is still a weapon. It's time to see if this gym will be suitable for his needs.]