[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

OTA

[passingthrough]

Around! And not so around.
[As time passes Kitty has been visiting the moon less. She doesn't enjoy wearing the mask and she's getting restless, hoping they can move on soon. She's been pretty directionless in the Fleet, and that becomes more apparent when the new distractions to explore run low.

She manages to burn off a lot of that restlessness with Winn which generally happens on the SS Tourist at night. If the shuttles are all on board at night you can almost guarantee there's one extra from Winn visiting. During the days when she's not at the Iskaulit for one reason or another you can find her reading on the bridge, exercising in the cargo bay, snacking in the kitchen—she tends to graze instead of eating meals when the meals are as they are, or just generally being around. She may hit you up for conversation or a game of chess at any moment though. Be prepared!]

Blameless Crew
[Kitty has set up a few visits from people she knows well on the Blameless. Scattered over time and without giving her actual reasons over the network. Don't worry. She's prepared to play chess or give you bacon or whatever she suggested. Of course, it's kelp bacon. Details, details.]

Wildcard
[Anything else. Plans and stuff. Random visits with or without invites. Running into other people's visitors!]

But what about dance lessons hot!mom

[pneumo]

[ Sascha still gets those, right? Now that his teething is done and his nice, new, inch-long fangs have settled in and broken through the skin. The ache is gone, he doesn't feel like chewing nearly so much--but he does keep the silicone wad Bigby had fixed up for him, gnawing on that like a piece of oversized gum.

Or, you know. A ball. But either way. He's going to start showing up for those again, pushing his face into her door. ]

Kitty~~~~~~ I'm all better~! [ he just had to come tell her in person instead of calling, okay.

At 3:30 in the morning. ]

ain't no party like a blameless party--no

[beathach]

[it wasn't that he didn't trust Kitty. He just didn't trust offers to play chess, because no one asked him to play when if one wanted a challenge, they could contact Charles or Erik instead. It wasn't suspicious, per say, but - after what had been happening fairly recently, well - okay, he was naturally suspicious. It was healthy, at least.

When he steps onto the Windrose he sort of - stands there, awkward and out of place. His natural state, really, but even more so when faced with a place he doesn't quite feel like he should be welcome in. And yet, he has to remind himself that he was invited here - suspiciously, but nonetheless. He's almost thankful to be under the serum's effects, because it meant he was keeping control on the urge to fidget and let his anxiety get the better of him. He may not feel that way, but he could at least give off that impression.

Well, sort of. He was still Hank. When he spots Kitty he'll give a little wave]

[precedented]

[ Oooh, chess. His expression lights up briefly. ]

An odd way to pass along a message.

wildcard

[grandstanding]

[He'd tapped out a brief message to Kitty in the morning: They're done. I'll be over later. He could specify, but he assumes she'll know what he means. After a few hours, he packs his goods into a bag and arrives on the Windrose, ready to deliver.]

Things and stuff!

[ecclesiophobic]

[Ever feel like something's watching you from the shadows, Kitty? Recently, that is?

Because a certain team-mate, previously taking advantage of his extraordinary sight to read while hiding himself in a shadow, apparently finds staring at her like a creep more entertaining. (It might very well be; ninety percent of his choice in reading material since arriving pertains to his communications augment. Interesting stuff normally, but there comes a saturation point.)]

Well, look what the cat dragged in. [He thinks he's so funny.] Rastlos? [He means restless, but the German and the English he thinks the Fleet speaks are close enough that he doesn't catch the error.]

Richard Castle | OTA

[thebestseller]

A

[It was window-cleaning day for the bots, so any visitors to the Windrose might find Castle's group of upgraded bots cleaning the ship's many windows. The squeegees could get a little loud, and sometimes the bots got in competition to clean off every last streak and bit of dust.

Castle... was following them with popcorn. Hey, it was either that or get back into playing paintball.]

B

[Castle's room was now too large to contain his creativity. After his "hey I might be dead" confession, he'd been struck with several ideas for a new mystery- starring, of course, characters who were similar to (but not actually) members of the Drift Fleet.

So he'd set up a board in the cargo bay, with lots and lots of sticky notes attached, to plan a story.]

B!

[mistyday]

[Misty arrives, as usual, unannounced, quiet as a mouse. She was fully intending to simply check on the plants but - well now! What's space dad up to?

Popping up behind him, she stares over Castle's shoulder at all the notes.]

What's all this for?

OTA

[pain_train]

Laying Low
[Wrath is basically laying low this month, just hoping for progress on the fix for her back. Just duty and training Officer Snuggles, basically.

She's also feeling a bit on edge and paranoid, thanks to knowing that the Stalker might be around somewhere. She's keeping to herself to an unusual degree, and may be found wandering the hall with Officer Snuggles at odd hours--

--or taking a shower, because no one should miss the opportunity to have an awkward conversation with their naked first officer, right?]

Chess
[She does have a new hobby--chess--thanks to Charles. And she's more than happy to play against anyone else as long as they have a set or can borrow Kitty's.]

Drawing
[She might take a break from the brooding (as much as she ever broods) in the armory to sit in the cargo bay and sketch for a bit, or work on a digital painting. She's always happy to having someone kibitz!]

Drawing

[mistyday]

[Misty spends a lot of time in the cargo bay, with the plants, and she's more than happy to share the space with Wrath, especially if it means she gets to watch her do her art. For a while, she doesn't say anything to Wrath, just works alongside her in companionable silence and then, all of a sudden:]

Wrath?

[...]

What's "hurf durf?"

Drawing

[ecclesiophobic]

[He comes across her in the cargo bay, heading there himself for reasons he's not entirely certain of. He's too restless to lay in his bed, but aching too much to feel like snooping exploring the other ships.

When he sees Wrath Kurt smiles slightly and slides down the wall, not wanting to startle her with a voice from the ceiling.] I didn't know you were artistic.

Drawing, but maybe it will become chess too! WILD STUFF!

[passingthrough]

[Kitty heads into the cargo bay, thinking she might check up on the shuttles since she's using them so much. She likes her ship and her crew a lot, but her boyfriend is afraid of space so there is a lot of leaving for the Tourist among other places. She slows when she sees Wrath. Much as it did for Kurt it brings back memories even if Piotr used more hands-on techniques with paint or charcoal and not modern technology. This is probably where she should say hi. She just looks far away instead.]

ota

[unbearablynaive]

[Usually an island of calm patience, the Vision has been acting rather restless lately. He's acquired nearly everything he might want from the moon so he's more often at home on the ship. His crew can always find him on the bridge at dedicated times of day, because it's important for a captain to be accessible, but even when he's there he's almost always tinkering with some device or other instead of sitting still. The cargo bay is starting to look more full than usual after investing in some chemicals for trade and his plants are thriving. He's only picked up a few specimens from this moon due to their toxicity, but he hopes to find a use for them regardless; they sit on the highest shelves to minimize accidental contact.

When he's not in one of those two areas, he's almost always down in Engineering working on various projects except for a few hours of rest in his quarters.]

bridge;

[partialities]

[ the girl who walks to the bridge isn't a usual sight there. mostly because she works so hard on understanding her duties in the sick bay. still, there are times margaery wanders her to marvel at the view and at the work being done.

today, however, she walks over, all pale silks and brown locks, a girl no older than seventeen and curtsies ]

Forgive me my intrusion captain, I wished to introduce myself, it is high time we meet.

cargo bay

[grandstanding]

[It's only his second time on the Windrose, but it already looks different from his last visit. Stepping off his shuttle, Erik has to admire the longevity of the plants. It's not the kind of element he imagines plants do well in, even on the Iskaulit. Shifting his bag under his arm, he nods to Vision, recognising him from a few weeks ago.]

You have quite a collection here.

( margaery tyrell 🌹 ota )

[partialities]

( sewing )

[ as you walk through the common areas on the ship, you might see the little queen sitting with a bunch of fabrics and using a thread and needle. she works in absolute quiet, seems focused on her work and perhaps a bit more pensive and less enthusiastic than usual.

or perhaps that's just the impression she wishes to give today. you're welcome to come sit with her, however. ]

( sick - bay )

[ thankfully, not many people are sick because of the air anymore and so most of the hours she spends here are quiet, devoted to learning and understanding the different medications and the equipment of her lab.

you may find her in her silks but barefoot, looking at different papers. she will smile at you when you walk in

'I do hope this is an ordinary visit and that you are not feeling ill' ]

video

[takeabow]

[ it's been a few days since she and margaery have talked, and she is bored, so she decides to catch up with her ]

Hey. How are things going?

Probably dated around 5/5 or so

[bryces_pup]

[Apologies - as nerve-racking and humiliating as they can be - are always better done in person, when possible. So Margaery will eventually find a sorry looking queen coming up to her while she's doing her sewing.]

Hello, Margaery.

sewing

[mistyday]

[Misty has had pretty good luck on the moon finding fabric, what will all the preparations for the masquerade and everything. To her immense excitement, she's found a beautiful deep red silk - almost burgundy, really - which she brings to Margaery as soon as she gets a hold of it. However, Margaery's pensive demeanor gives her pause. Bundle of fabric in hand, she studies Margaery from the doorway.]

Margaery? I brought something for you.

Action.

[helladoomed]

[There's a 'thump thump' at the door to where she's sitting, clearly made by a boot thumping into the doorframe as Chloe leans inside, giving her a grin.]

Knock knock. [She added unnecessarily, then held up her hands, which contained various bottles and a bag of supplies.]

You, me, and a sink. For like, three fuckin' hours. Come on.

[thebestseller]

[What's that little thing puttering around your feet as you sew? Why, it's a little round cleaning bot, looking for any dropped bits of fabric or thread to speak of, and a tall man following it.]

Excuse us.

OTA

[cephalon]

[After the famous 'Officer Snuggles' incident, Ordis has become more and more protective of his personal space. He's spending less time in his room and more glued to Tenno's side, however, with the news that the Stalker has found his way to the fleet and maybe, just maybe he can be found down in the armory trying to get a feel for different weaponry. Untrained and woefully underestimating the difficulty of all of them he may be, but he's not about to let any of that get in his way. He has an Operator to protect.

When he isn't fretting over a possible invasion and confrontation, he can be found at the bridge, trying to learn more and more about the systems of the ship and maybe forlornly staring out into space every once in a while.]

[mistyday]

[Misty mostly stays away from the armory - guns make her uncomfortable - but she does spend a lot of time on the bridge, taking advantage of the Windrose's huge window views of space. Today, she arrives unannounced and just... invites herself right on over to the other pilot chair to sit, curling her legs underneath her and humming a soft tune as she stares out the window.]

Video

[c0nsequences]

[The advantage of being a communications officer is that the Stalker figured out ship-to-ship transmissions rather quickly. He's been biding his time, of course: watching his crewmates, training in private, trying to get used to this strange augment.

But now? Now he is comfortable enough with this strange body and his equipment that it is time to give the Tenno what he deserves. The Stalker records the feed in the privacy of the training area. With his newfound abilities, he can transmit it on every screen in the Windrose.]

Crew of the Windrose. You have a murderer in your midst.

voice

[passingthrough]

[Choosing not to show herself for now if only to protect the interests of those around her if not herself. She hasn't exactly kept a low profile here but it's also a bad hair day. Might as well go voice only.]

Only one?

OTA

[tennohno]

Making a New Mark
[After the incident at the masquerade, it's been made painfully more clear that the Stalker was going to be an issue at some point or another. It was certainly a reminder of home that he would've gladly have left behind. Instead it decided to stare him in the face, barely hidden away behind a mask. At the very least Ordis had been distracted so the incident didn't garner a rise out of him.

He wanted to prove that he didn't belong to that man. Sure the scar across his back and chest was enough to show his defiant survival but he wasn't willing to flaunt that about. No the main detail that was easily shown was the stalker's sigil branded into his left bicep. A sickening reminder worse than the scar. So he took matters into his own hands.

A large stitched up laceration now crossed over the mark. It had been painful but worthwhile in his mind. That and there now was a new tattoo going along his right arm. Circuits in blue and black, pulsing but much more vibrant and alive than the darks of the sigil. It had been a search to find someone who could do it on the moon but he managed. Now he had to be more careful in his job because of it all.]

Work and All
[More often than not, the tenno can be found nearby the armory doing a majority of the clean up and moving of supplies. It was his part of the half while Wrath continued to take it easy due to her back. Most of the time it wouldn't be unusual to see Ordis glued to his side while he did his duties about the ship. The cephalon prattling away about new discoveries and whatnot while he listened intently.

Other times, he'd be down in the cargo bay by the fish tank trying to meditate and relax.]

u kno wat

[cephalon]

[Separation is beginning to grow easier, but any time his Operator is gone for extended periods of time still leaves Ordis anxious. It's silly when he thinks about it, the Operator was away so often back home. But those had been missions, and he had always been able to contact the man, to offer air support, to do something.

This is far different. It feels isolated, lonely. Useless. And so he's stuck mulling about the Tenno's cabin, haphazardly organizing the few things there over and over again to try to quell his nerves. It isn't until the hatch hisses that he's startled out of his routine.]

Operator!

audio to action; closed to Vision and Wrath

[mistyday]

Vision? Wrath? Could y'all meet me on the bridge? I got something important to tell you.

[She'll wait for them there, trusting that they'll come.]

action;

[unbearablynaive]

[It's not long before the Vision makes his way up to the bridge.]

Hello, Misty. I trust all is well?