may mingle (blameless!)

[revivo]

Who: Blameless crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Blameless
When: May

[time to get your mingle on, people lacking blame and friends!]

Comments

hank mccoy; ota!

[beathach]

[using the excuse of multiple projects, Hank's hunkered down in the lab since the beginning of the month, hard at work. It isn't hiding like last month; he leaves the door open most of the time, welcoming anyone to come speak with him if they want to. He's good at multitasking.

You could also catch him when he steps out of the lab to wander into the kitchen, when he remembers he should eat. More often than not, you'll find him sitting at the table, giving whatever he's about to eat deplorable looks . . . or he has his head down on the table, catching a very brief nap while he doesn't think anyone's around.

However - you might not recognize him at all. Who's this tall nerdy kid walking around, and where's the big blue furry guy? Someone finally gave in and went back to using the serum; though at night, you still might catch him when it wears off.

Or maybe something entirely different happened, and you want to wildcard it]

action

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara is the kind of friend who just drops by—she figures she'll stumble on someone she wants to hang out with, even if it's not the person she came over for. When she comes over to the Blameless, though, she heads pretty much straight to Hank's lab, interested to see what he's working on. She knocks on the open door and starts talking before she sees him ]

Hank? Are you around? I'm crashing your lab.

[beathach]

[bent over his notes, Hank's head jerks up when he hears someone entering the lab, his mind already prepared with - he isn't sure what, but taking the serum again also invites the ire of a few people, and he's always prepared to deal with that . . . well, as much as he wants to.

But it's Kara, and he relaxes immediately. He's pretty sure she won't chew him out for going back to this]

Ah - Kara, hey. Crash away.

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Nope, Kara will not get on his case about this at all ]

Hey! You—Hey! You got the serum working! That's great! How's it going so far?

action, lab

[grandstanding]

[Thankfully - or not - Erik doesn't show up on the same day Hank messaged him with his request for help. He arrives the next day, and he's brought the engineer toolkit from Heron. Rapping on the lab door, he waits for Hank to answer.]

[beathach]

[THANKFULLY. VERY THANKFULLY.

Knocking is strange, though, because most of the people who come to visit just waltz right in - not that he minds, of course, but knocking means it's either someone new, or -

He opens the door and there's the other answer. It's Erik.

He tries not to look like a deer in the headlights and almost manages it]

—ah. Erik, hello. Uh - come in. [and he steps aside so he can]

[grandstanding]

[Somehow, he wasn't expecting this. Maybe he's been too distracted, or assumed Hank was busy enough with other projects. So there's a protracted moment where he just... stares at him.]

lab

[revivo]

[sara's spent a lot of time off-ship lately, blowing off steam in war games and enjoying the time on the solid ground of a planet -- moon, whatever.

she pauses when she notices the lab door open and the back of a not-so-familiar head at work, slipping in quietly to see what he's doing. she's not trying to sneak up on him or anything, but -- assassin background. it's possible she does anyway.]

[beathach]

[the benefits - and downsides - to a weaker serum is that his powers aren't completely muted. But it also means most of the time, he's ignoring what he hears, because sound tends to travel. Then again, when he feels like someone's watching him . . .

He turns around and - hello. He startles and puts a hand to his chest, and makes a note that maybe he should pay a little more attention to all those sounds he's ignoring]

Geez - hi. [at least he doesn't look angry. If anything, he looks sheepish because of his reaction] Can I help you?

[revivo]

Sorry.

[she smiles, brief but real. a little rueful at herself, and a little amused at his reaction -- but not maliciously.]

I never spent much time in here. Thought I'd change that. [and she follows that with a little wave of one hand.] I'm Sara.

[athru]

[ It's not strange to see Raven wandering around the Blameless now; she spends more time there than she does on her own ship, hiding away in Hank's lab and pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist, as if she can settle down in the bunk there and let everything else get drowned out by the silence. It's not always that easy, of course, and after a more than a little emotional conversation with Charles she knows that there's one person she needs to see - Hank.

She slips in through the open door and lets it close behind her, only because this has become her safe space. She doesn't let her skin change just yet, however, and a part of her freezes when she sees something too familiar, pale skin where there ought to be blue and glasses in place all over again. A part of her is disappointed, but another part yearns to understand. Hank didn't have what she did; she didn't have Brotherhood, or Charles. She has to wrap her mind around that and not scold.

Instead, she walks over to the bunk and flops down, frowning as she stares up into space - hah. ]

I talked to him.

[beathach]

[at the very least, when he turns and spots her looking at him, a greeting on his lips, the expression there is guilty; he knows that she prefers that he doesn't hide, and he knows he doesn't have to, especially here with her. He wants to tell her as much, tell her he's made compromises with looking like this, that it isn't all day, that with her being here it's very likely not going to last long anyway and she knew that, but -

The greeting dies on his lips at what she says, and - he isn't sure what to think. "Him" could mean anyone, but his mind immediately goes to Charles. She wouldn't speak to Erik - not this soon, and he puts what he's working on down to come over and join her on the bed]

How did it go?

[athru]

[ There's no way to explain how she appreciates the fact that Hank comes and sits beside her without prompting, that she doesn't have to ask to lean on him in the way that she needs - he just knows, and it makes things easier, allows her to save face and keep herself pretending that she doesn't need what she does. The fact that Hank has been using the serum doesn't even really matter, not right now, and she frowns as she settles down, trying to wrap her mind around it all and let herself have that if nothing else - the chance to learn and grow beside Hank instead of away from him.

Relaying what happened with Charles isn't easy either, but she knows that she needs to talk about it. Bottling it all up inside would do no more than cause her pain and she's had enough of that in her lifetime. Being able to speak her mind is important to her, and she basks in that for a moment before she manages to muster her voice. ]

It was fine. We talked, and he explained things.

night time!

[pneumo]

[ Because Sascha's never awake during the day, what with all the simulated daytime and all. It conks him right now, dead to the world until things return to the soothing dark of the evening. That's the time he's most active, and after waking up in his usual place of "squished under/around/next to/on Bigby" he's going to do what he does every night: wander.

And hope that someone else is up at the ridiculous hours he tends to entertain, poking around here and there both on his ship...and Hank's! Now where are you, you wonderful blue beauty. ]

[beathach]

[Hank, in all his blue beauty, is surprisingly, not in the lab. Late nights tended to be quiet, and while he wasn't avoiding running into anyone, he honestly preferred when the ship was less active. It gave him a chance, when he wasn't working on something, to wander around and let his mind do the wandering as well.

And - well, he finds himself wandering into the kitchen to get a drink. Not that food wasn't appealing either, but he didn't want to end up awake until the early hours of the morning. Again]

[pneumo]

[ Some might suggest a better sleep schedule, but in this case? Sascha is more than fine with discovering people awake at the same time as him. He's not surprised to see someone in the kitchen at this time of night--he can smell someone there before he even enters.

No, what makes him do a double-take behind his shades (yes, he wears shades at night because he's cool like that) is that he is blue....and not Kurt. ]

..........

[ don't say smurf don't say smurf don't say smurf ]

...Hhhhiiiiiii.

[ Smooth. ]

wildcard; blue or not blue?? location?? idk these things. SHRUG.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka doesn't really have any excuse to be on the Blameless-- not really. She doesn't know anyone on it, or even know anyone who knows anyone on it. So she looks a little bit out of place. Not suspicious, though-- apart from looking very obviously not human-- she's just sort of walking around the ship, looking for people. As you do!]

Hello...? Anyone home?

WE DON'T NEED BLUE OR LOCATIONS

[beathach]

[his hearing is pretty decent, even muted under the effects of the serum - so hearing people coming and going is pretty common. What draws him out of his lab, however, is the tentative greeting. He gives it a moment, just to see if someone else doesn't get to her first, before he pops his head out of the lab]

Ah - I'm here, hi. [. . . as for her not being human he doesn't even blink. He's so used to it] Are you looking for someone?

\:D/

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka seems relieved to see him, face instantly lighting up.]

Oh! Hi! Yes-- I was. I mean-- not someone in particular, just, er. Someone in general?

[She shakes her head as if to clear it. This is not a way to make a good first impression.]

I wanted to get to know the people on this ship. It's new, right? And it just occurred to me that I don't know anyone on it, so... [she trails off, slightly awkward.]

...a day or two after kate and kara chat on the iskaulit.

[ladybro]

[ so, guess who's made no comment about the lack of blue fur? this gal. indeed, she's been a bit absent from hank's lab of late. and maybe -- just maybe -- his food tastes extra tasteless. unless vengeance has a taste, then...

S H R U G.

but today she's in the lab, sitting perched on a counter. kate's toying with some sort of sharp-ended surgical instrument. balancing it in her hand, then twirling its dull edge on the tip of her finger. hawkeye doesn't even look up when he enters the room. ]

it was nice knowing u drift fleet remember him fondly

[beathach]

[even if he noticed a change in the food he'd never comment. He's too polite and the fact that Kate cooks at all is deserving of keeping his mouth shut. It's food, he eats it.

Of course, he might pick up on something being wrong when he steps into the lab and he's immediately set on edge. Not the kind that comes from a fight about to start, oh no. It's that special kind, the kind guys get when there's an angry woman around and he's two seconds away from facing their wrath.

He stops short, and. Stays there. Yes, over here]

Er. H-Hi Kate.

[ladybro]

Hey, [ she asks while the blade spins -- the balance impeccable. ] Can I ask you something?

late tagging is late, Lab, action

[cajunspice]

[So Remy had been a little too relaxed on getting around to talking to Hank, both introducing himself and also going to deliver the bo staff he had picked up from their stop at the space station, having promised he would after talks with Xavier in regards to getting help with his mutation. It was entirely his own fault for the first one, and the second one was more the case of not wanting to have his new toy possibly pulled apart and destroyed.

Making his way on board the Blameless, Remy tapped his knuckles against the door of the lab before stepping in.] Dr McCoy, I presume. [Ha, he so funny.]

[beathach]

[as always when he's in his lab, Hank is bent over a microscope, half of his attention on that while the other is on the notebook he's writing notes down in. He hears Remy coming before he knows but he doesn't glance up until he does.

The greeting gives him pause; he's been called that all of a handful of times since he arrived here and they were all in jest, and it wasn't a title he handed out with introductions. Hell, he'd been called captain more often. So, either someone had told this visitor about Hank or . . . ]

That's me. [he offers a slightly confused but friendly smile] Can I help you?

[cajunspice]

[Heading fully into the room, Remy made his way over to Hank's desk and held out a hand to shake his.] Name's Remy LeBeau, part of the small mutant population we got goin' on the fleet. Been meanin' to 'ntroduce m'self for a while, apologies I haven't made it before now.