may-time mingling (starstruck!)

[mucked]

Who: Starstruck crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck!
When: The merry merry month of May

[ there's been a tiny regime change and doubtless some debriefing after that masquerade! have at it, starstruckers. mingle away! ]

Comments

shipwide broadcast + action

[mucked]

[ there are a few tinny sounds before the speakers rattle into life, and peggy carter's familiar stiff and british syllables address the crew with a brief message: ]

As far as it can be ascertained, Captain Yosuke has left the fleet. Fate -- or the Atroma -- would have his rank fall to me. I have every intention to serve the Starstruck and its crew with good sense and heartfelt duty. Having arrived just under a year ago, I'm not certain I could have said the same thing back then but...

Good God, I fear I've grown fond of you lot. [ she speaks tenderly for a moment before business seeps back into her words. ] If you've any concerns, come knock on my door. I'd rather not get caught up in some fatuous speech. Brevity, the bard said, is the soul of wit.

[ and the feed goes silent. but true to her word, peggy will leave her bedroom door open for the remainder of the day. she sits at her desk with minor busy-work scattered across a few pages -- something to keep her occupied but not too occupied, in case someone takes umbrage with her 'promotion', so to speak. ]

action

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka drops by not long after on her way to the bridge, knocking on Peggy's open door and dropping her cheery little head in.]

Captain. Congrats on the promotion.

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Ahsoka. [ chipper in her own right, peggy smiles. she stands smoothly from her cramped vanity-cum-desk ] I was hoping to catch you, today. Stay a moment, won't you? Have a seat.

[ and for moments just like this one, peg has tracked down simple chair -- nothing extravagant -- down in the poisoned moon's markets. the small quarters barely accommodates it, so she tucks it away behind her locker when it's not being used. just now, she pulls it free and places it so it might face her own chair. ]

action

[theroadwarrior]

[Max comes to find her, not because of her message — of course he listens to it, and of course he responds with the usual Max response of just humming and tucking the information away for later (hardly gonna congratulate her for being a captain in a complicated prison life, but you know how it is). No, he comes to her later of his own accord, looking unsure of himself. Truth be told, and from what she's likely seen in the last few days, he's been having one of his poorer weeks; restless, distant, quiet. In fact, he hasn't spoken more than five words to her since, what, Saturday? Sunday? He was a bit of a mess.

Anyway. He breaks his troubling silence today. Thankfully.]

...

Um. Captain.

[He looks like a vampire in old lore, needing permission to wander into her room.]

action

[mucked]

[ aha. he comes to her of her own accord -- she likes that. there has come a point in their tumultuous friendship where peggy decides she can't chase down his bad moods, but he must bootstrap himself out of them. so when he arrives on her door's threshold, she suppresses a pleased smile. he may likely be here for any reason -- perhaps a pressing one -- but the point is that he's here.

with a dull scrape of her chair against the floor, she leaves her desk. she stands. and she gestures him inside with a brisk flick of her hand. ]

Yes?

action;

[theirinurpants]

[ Alistair knows where most of his crewmates have their quarters - it's a matter of practicality as much as anything else. He gives a polite knock on the door frame before poking his head in. ]

So which bard said that about brevity? There's lots of bards in my world, but I dunno if we'd call any of them the Bard.

[ Hey, that's one way to start a conversation. ]

And congratulations, by the way.

action;

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse appears in Peggy's doorway with a smile not long after the broadcast, looking a bit different. He's growing out his hair, it seems, and he's got a motorcycle glove on his left hand, though he shoves it in the pocket of his jumpsuit as he leans on the doorframe. ]

Congratulations, Captain. I guess I'll be making you the tea now.

How's it feel?

action

[lord_wizard]

[Felix shows up eventually. The captaincy of the ship didn't concern him overmuch when the entire premise seemed like a sham, but on the few occasions that actual danger befell them, Peggy seemed one of their better choices and worth acknowledging for that fact.

His warning rap against wall isn't much of one, since he invites himself in more or less simultaneously.]

Captain Carter. [Smile] Congratulations. In the past I might have said this might be an unfamiliar position for you, but I don't think that's true.

Action

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Not too long after Peggy's broadcast, there comes a knock on her door. Wanda's voice can be heard on the other side.]

Peggy... do you have a moment?

visiting;;

[reconstitution]

[ It's been a few days since the masquerade, offering a brief cool-down period from all the people. Something's been on Winter's mind since then, and he wants to get Peggy's opinion on the matter. It makes him a little uneasy, but Wrath had asked him about something of the same recently.

You can find him in the cargo bay leaving the shuttle or throughout various spots on the Starstruck, looking for Peggy. ]

[mucked]

[ he catches her in a short break -- eschewing her office/quarters for a handful of minutes so she might pour hot water over a tea-bag, and shock some flavour into the concoction. she's in the hallway, cup in hand, when she sees him turn the corner. ]

-- Everything alright? [ she pipes up. her first thought is that perhaps something's wrong. after all, he so rarely visits without an invitation. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[Rock, the old mixed gray-and-black mutt, is the first to welcome Winter to the Starstruck; the creature has clearly had quite a life, limping slightly from an injured leg that couldn't heal quite perfect. Regardless, he seems to take immediately to the new visitor. Probably because he's far, far too familiar with Winter's type.

His like-minded owner isn't far off. He's adjusting the straps on his knee brace after applying some of Ino's medicine to his knee, glancing up at the not-so-mysterious man before he yanks carefully on one of the straps.

Be nice, Max. Be nice. Nice. Mhmm.

He doesn't move from sitting, working on the next strap.]


...

He doesn't bite.

...

Not much of a guard dog.

Kitchen sound good?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda enters the Starstruck's kitchen, intending only to quickly grab something to drink. However, seeing Winter stops her in her tracks. She recovers quickly enough, considers briefly leaving him be, but remembers their last conversation and tries instead to interact with him again.]

Looking for someone?

[She tries to make the question seem innocuous, but there is a certain tint of protective quality to her tone.]

halls;

[uprightness]

[ it's one thing to know he's there and another to see him.

steve stops where he does, looks at him with a mixture of - what? relief? sadness? longing? guilt? it's a pick and choose today. there is a moment of quietness and then another before ]

Winter.

[ a nod. it's hard, even nearly impossible, to call him anything else but bucky.

he's doing well, peggy said and he doesn't want to be the factor that'll send him backwards. ]

action

[fuga]

[ Lauralae has not been a widely visible figure upon her own ship; she keeps to herself as much as she can, sleeping in the lab when possible and curling in on herself so she looks more like a ball of fabric than a person. At times she is less a girl and becomes a wolf instead, hiding under beds and keeping herself away from the stares and the wonderings of the people she has been forced to reside with - she had no interest in being around them, in learning about their names, their homes, their natures. She simply wished to exist until she returned home and back to the life she sought to change.

Now, however, with her mind somewhat changed and conversation hovering in her thoughts, she moves with a little more curiosity. She had been told that there might well be some aboard this fleet that would offer her some information that might cure her, save her, and that is the only thing that makes her entirely willing to go out of her way to speak to another. She isn't comfortable with it, and it shows in the tightness of her lips and the quick movements of her eyes, but she tilts her head up and stays strong all the same, determined despite her own fears and the twisting mistrust she harbours.

When she walks the corridors she doesn't duck away and try to hide from other people; instead she tilts her head up and watches them to see if they speak. When she's a wolf she moves and sits atop a bed, her chipped ears flat and her dark eyes ever searching, always on edge just in case. At the end of each day she falls into restless sleeps, sometimes waking up with nightmares plaguing her mind, pushing her out of whatever little crevice she'd put herself into and managing to lift herself to go elsewhere, to try and calm down.

She even greets her crewmates with a sharp, barely-there nod - but a nod all the same. ]

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[theroadwarrior]

[She can find Max resting with his pooch, Rock. Mixed mutt, sleeping beside the odd Australian fella while he sits at the kitchen table. He's got a selection of gas masks from the planet sitting on the desk, but he's currently fidgeting with what looks like a slightly-dented music player of sorts. He's always had a soft spot for them; reminded him of something you just couldn't get back, back home.

Once he adjusts it, he cranks the small lever, letting the soft melody play throughout the ship.

It's a nice little tune, something like Jack and Jill.

Well, the space equivalent here.]

[pneumo]

[ Of all the things there, what actually draws Sascha into searching for her the most? Is the canine scent she bears when shapeshifted because he's only ever caught a whiff of Bigby before. For there to be another wolf on the fleet he's unfamiliar with is a surprise, and when he catches it on someone else he follows it back to it's source, poking and sniffing around the ship in the dead of night with his sunglasses tucked away for once. With most of the ship's lights on low or off completely it's much easier for him to move around, sniffing at the air.

But it stops when he gets to the doors to her room, which are closed. And he's learned enough by now (see: Bigby has yelled at him enough times) that he should knock first before trying to enter, so! A knock doth cometh. ]

...Helloooo~

running across her in the lab?

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse doesn't know his crewmates well, and Lauralae is no exception. But he needs painkillers. It's afternoon when he comes by the lab, knocking softly just in case someone's in there. ]

Hello?

[ No answer. He knocks again for good measure, then opens the door slowly. ]

Coming in.

canon update lol

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse can be found in the same handful of places... the bridge, usually reading a book from one of the navigator's seats, on the treadmill in the cargo bay, or in the kitchen experimenting with foods that aren't the protein. But he's different now. His hair is longer, all of a sudden, and he's wearing a motorcycle glove on his left hand and a brace on his right. And there's something in his eyes... a tiredness that wasn't there before, that goes beyond his usual not getting enough sleep.

He'll still smile at his crewmates as he passes but it seems like there's a weight on his shoulders now beyond the usual. ]

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[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara is the sort of person to drop by unannounced, but especially since it's been a little while since she actually heard from José, she's double concerned, and invites herself over to his ship unannounced. She noses around a bit, finally catching sight of him in the kitchen. she knocks on the door frame ]

Knock knock.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka finds him in the kitchen.]

... Hey. [She waves.] I... didn't think human hair grew that fast!

[lord_wizard]

[It's rare that anyone other than him does any cooking in the Starstruck kitchen and it's a strangely territorial instinct that draws him in to investigate. He still can't claim to be an expert but, unlike his early days in the fleet, he can at least claim he's been trying. Sometimes. When he can be bothered.

He doesn't actually say anything. Instead, he wanders over to the stove, passing a skeptical eye between the stove and the man's hair which, yes, he has also noticed]

poor guy nooo

[pneumo]

[ And of course Sascha's over there in the middle of the night, eager to show off his new pearly whites. He's overly excited about having his new set come in, so that he actually greets Ramse from behind by latching onto him (if he can manage) without realizing he's got a) longer hair, and b) a brace. ]

Ramse~~~

canon bump (week 1)

[lord_wizard]

[Felix had awoken from sleep feeling rather strange. To him, it seemed like a rather vivid dream even after he'd waken, albeit a dream that seemed to linger far more strongly than it should have after waking. He did sometimes dream of home, but none of them had been quite so mundane in their detail. He remembered traveling. Remembered the river and moment he'd simply...given up. To put it frankly. He'd almost forgotten that despair and anger that had swallowed him whole for months, and to recall it so strongly leaves him cold.

He also remembers the abandoned house, the smell of ash, the memory of burning...

It's that that wakes him up the first time, leaving him shaken but dismissing it, at first, as just another dream.

The nightmares continue for the next few days. More fleeting glimpses of terror, things and loved ones all around him burning before his eyes, screaming as metal melted and flesh singed to bone. And all the while, a feeling of something lurking. Watching him. Something he could always run from but never seem to be able to evade.

He wakes up with a shout more than once, sweating from the heat of that phantom fire. The fitful rest, combined with the fact that he hasn't had these kinds of nightmares for a long time, leaves a small toll. He busies himself, while he's on the ship like usual, though here and there he seems...distant. Distracted.

Most often he's in the kitchen, reading in his room, or in the cargo hold with the small collection of games he'd brought back from the moon. Most of them aren't suited to single player, but his major project is cobbling together a facsimile of a chessboard from the various strange games the locals played. Or cards. His tarot deck was good for that, at least.]