[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

[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

[pain_train]

[She finishes the line she was on, then sets her stylus down. She's got this, something she can answer, finally.]

It's like... imagine someone was offering you ice cream. And you'd normally be like fuck yeah, I want some ice cream, that's my favorite flavor. But instead you say no, I don't want that ice cream, because only pussies like ice cream and I am way too badass to eat ice cream. Even though secretly you still really, really want ice cream.

That's hurfdurf.

[mistyday]

[Misty's eyes light up.]

Oh! So that's why Kitty wanted me to ask you. We were talkin' the other day about how boys do that shit all the time.

[pain_train]

Oh, yeah! So I did a research survey earlier to try to figure out if it's a boy thing or a having a wang thing. But... I didn't really get enough data. So I'm going to have to try a different experiment I think. I have to get Vision's help with that some time.

[mistyday]

Vision's real good at science stuff, I'm sure he can help you!

[pain_train]

I think he's pretty much good at everything? He's super smart. And nice. We've got such a good captain.

[mistyday]

We do... he's such a good leader. Not like what I had at home.

[pain_train]

He's really different from the general I served under, but that just means I have to be the hardass for him. What was it like for you?

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

[pain_train]

[She's still a little startled, just because she has been so tense about things. For a moment as she looks up, she's completely expressionless--and then she recognizes Kurt, and just lights up with a smile.]

Hey, Kurt.

[She tilts the frame so he can see the digital painting she's working on: a cityscape, with holes punched neatly through the buildings like cut outs rather than war damage. Right now she's just working on the sketch, with a little bit of color blocked here and there.]

I used to draw a little, in the army. To pass the time. Now it's... kind of the only thing I can do. Everyone at home said I should try to start my life over doing art.

Re: Drawing

[ecclesiophobic]

[He doesn't move until she smiles, nor does his expression change. After, that's when he walks closer, ostentatiously for a better view at the painting. (He would've anyway.)

Kurt's eyes widen slightly when he gets a good view; not at the subject matter, but at the program.] Gott, Piotr would have loved a painting program like that.

Your friends at home were sensible; this is good. Is that Proles?

Re: Drawing

[pain_train]

Who's Piotr?

[She considers the picture.]

Kind of? Like this is the city, but the holes aren't really there. There was this thing a while ago that happened, where people could kind of... um. Walk in your dreams? Vision said mine looked something like this, so I thought I'd try to draw it.

[She flicks the image to the side to bring up the next, which is a page of little sketches, various crewmates: Vision, hovering near the vague outline of his fish tank; Kitty laughing; Misty and Castle with their maintenance bots; Kurt in a pose of boneless sleep. She grins at him.]

Drawing

[ecclesiophobic]

[There's a pause before he answers, the warmth and small joy in his expression faltering. He could have faked it, but he's coming to be fond of Wrath. He's beginning to trust her.] Kitty's ex-husband. He was an artist, one of the most gentle men I knew before the war broke him. He was.. a friend, before that.

Does that sort of thing happen often? [The idea clearly disconcerts him, though it shows less in his expression (mildly disturbed) and more in the tail that's sketching nervous symbols behind him. The things he dreams when alone are best forgotten, not shared.

It takes him a second to realize what she's doing, and so he only catches a glimpse of Vision's sketch. Seeing Kitty laughing brings a fond smile to his face, his two crewmates with the bots a chuckle. His own sketch Kurt shakes his head at, grinning.] Do I really look that young when I sleep? [Says the man who could still likely pass for twenty-something awake.]

Re: Drawing

[pain_train]

He sounds really nice. [It makes her wonder why Kitty broke up with him, but relationships are complicated things.] Are you not friends any more?

[To the question, she shakes her head.] I don't think so? Just the once,, since I've been here. And it was a weird thing, like we all got temporarily put on the Marsiva.

You do look that young. [She smiles down at the sketch.] I like seeing people when they're asleep. It's like... A glimpse of what would be without all the weight of the world. Without all the bullshit. Is that weird?

Drawing

[ecclesiophobic]

[A shake of the head, and Kurt considers leaving it at that, but:] He.. died, in the last battle of the first war. A lot of our people died as well, because of him. [Most of them Piotr and Kitty's students, too young to be on the field now that Erik had that luxury. Piotr left them for dead, and they'd all paid for it when Paige came home.

He blinks, forcing his mind away from those memories.] Ah, good. I wouldn't want to burden you with my dreams.

[Adding a soft laugh to make it a joke, he turns the movement into a dip of the head, intending to brush a kiss across one of her temples.] I don't think so. People are interesting when their guards are down. [He pauses, then adds:] Though, I have seen what I would've been in another world.

Re: Drawing

[pain_train]

[She considers this.] Died because of him... Did he fuck up, or did he become a not so nice person?

[Snort. Burdened.] I'm tough as hell, Kurt. [She needs a few more burdens.]

[Aww, and that kiss is nice. No one else is around right now, so it's okay to get a bit goopy too. She grins, reaching over to give his hand a little squeeze.] Really different? What was it like?

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.]

[pain_train]

[Wrath eventually looks up from her work, and spots Kitty. Not sure what's up with that weird look on her crewmate's face.]

Hi, Kitty!

[When in doubt, enthusiasm.]

[passingthrough]

Mm, hey, Wrath. [She manages a little smile and realizes she must seem off.] Drawing? [Because stating the obvious is always good. She steps in closer.]

[pain_train]

Yep! Well. Starting to work on the paint stage.

[She tilts the frame toward Kitty so she can see the cityscape taking shape. It's a very futuristic one, a cracked dome overhead. Odder are the large holes that seem to be just punched through the buildings.]

[passingthrough]

[She looks it over curiously.] Home?

[pain_train]

Kind of. This is the Proles skyline, but the dome's whole. And the buildings don't have big holes in them like this.

But Vision told me he saw something like this in my dream during that things months ago, so I'm trying to paint it and then I'll show it to him.

[passingthrough]

I wasn't here for that, but someone mentioned it. [At least she assumes it's what was mentioned to her.] Could you have been seeing the future?

[pain_train]

I don't think so? At least I hope not. If the dome cracked, everyone would be fucked. Besides, I... know the sunset that's going on outside the dome in the picture. Kind of.

Vision said he thinks it's like... a metaphor for my brain?