Windrose June Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: SS Windrose + Visitors
Broadcast: Unlikely
Action: SS Windrose
When: June — anytime!

[Now featuring bathroom rank II for all your bathtub and and additional ten minutes of water per hour needs! We also have more and faster shuttles! Just last month we made it to actual double-sized beds for all your double-sized fun. Special features include a hanging medicinal herb garden in the cargo bay complete with bacon-flavored kelp and Officer Snuggles the resident security fox!

Please enjoy your stay. Unless you're The Stalker. There's a sandwich bag waiting for you.]

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Wrath Before June 7 | OTA

[pain_train]

A: Showers

[Everyone's favorite. Wrath's extremely happy about the bathtub, since it means she can soak her back. She also takes quite a few hot showers though, for purely therapeutic reasons. But if you'd like to have a potentially awkward naked conversation with her in which she has no idea why you keep stammering, this is your moment.]

B: Kitchen

[Since she's successfully made a pink drink that tastes pretty good, and something that's almost like hot chocolate, she's come to the conclusion that she can mix drinks all right, she just can't cook worth a damn. So she's in the kitchen now and then, experimenting with various mixes of flavorings to see what she can come up with next. Some aren't bad. Some are... really bad. She accepts all guinea pigs, or people just wanting to keep her company.]

C: Movie Night

[She is shocked--SHOCKED!--that you have never seen her movie from home. It's a lot of fun, okay. There's copious amounts of both explosions and nudity. Hope you're ready for Demon Marines of Draconis-9.]


D: You pick!

[She might be working in the armory, or training Officer Snuggles, or drawing, or who knows what else. Pick something and go with it.]

D;; Visiting > Medbay

[reconstitution]

[ It's taken about a week to gather up the courage to visit Wrath, both from his own injuries and waiting for things to die down. He made sure to send a message to Vision beforehand as a precaution to see if he is still welcome. He knows he is (by some fucking miracle) but he doesn't want to assume how anyone feels about him anymore.

He wouldn't blame them if they were wary. They should be.

It doesn't take Winter long to get to the medbay, but when he does, he raps his knuckles on the door before letting himself in. He spots Wrath immediately, and that heavy weight caught in his throat immediately plummets into his stomach. ]

[ Oh god. This is why she didn't want to show him. Too late now, she's bound to have heard his approach or have seen him. He doesn't offer much by way of greeting. ]

..Hi.

D ;_;

[pain_train]

[Any visitors get a bright smile, no matter how tired or otherwise not great she's currently feeling. Because they're a welcome distraction if nothing else, and this is still a million times better than when she'd been in the hospital in Proles and no one had come to see her for weeks before North and Delta started.

There's just a moment where her expression falters, a split second where she's wondering if that's actually Winter or if it's about to be that nightmare she's been having almost constantly, where someone else is looking at her from his eyes and is here to finish breaking her to pieces.

(Would that be entirely bad? She still hasn't decided. But she can't help that survival instincts still make the thought terrifying even if the intellect is still undecided.)

But no, that is Winter, that's his dumb look on his dumb face and that means everything is okay.

(right?)

She goes from smiling to absolutely radiant at seeing him. At this point, she has no idea how bad she still looks, which is probably for the best.]

Winter!

Kitty : OTA

[passingthrough]

Sharing is Caring: Kitchen
[After making it to a waystation, Kitty got a package of assorted snack foods and one of foodstuffs. Much of this is making its way into the cabinets for general consumption. She wouldn't even know what to do with flour, okay? She is pretty happy with the dried meat though. Find her snacking on some jerky or reorganizing the funyuns so they stop falling out whenever the door is opened.]

Tiny Dancer: Cargo Hold
[So, she didn't mean to start dancing. It just kind of happened. There was a graceful turn that turned into a glide which turned into some ballet shit going down. The shoes aren't really right for it, but she's making due and kind of lost in the old motions. It's been a long time and she's rusty, but her body is still well trained, so the movements are fluid and where she forgets them she supplements with something more battle-appropriate in kicking or jumping.]

Gamer: Bridge
[She got a chess board and a deck of cards while on the moon and she's not afraid to use them. In fact, she might just play by herself until it's too pathetic of you not to join her.]

Wildcard
[You totally made plans or just met up somewhere on the ship doing something! Maybe you knocked on her door! It's a thing!]

Wildcard!

[pneumo]

[ It's very shortly after this--a few hours, a night, whichever--that Sascha anxiously making his way to Kitty's room aboard the Windrose occurs. How shaken he is by the news he's been given is evident in the way that he doesn't show up in the middle of the night, his preferred time to roam about--Sascha goes early. Or "late" for him as it were; it's actually almost a reasonable time for everyone to begin waking up for the day and starting to go about their business that the wannabe-vampire rushes to Kitty's room and practically forces the sliding door open himself.

Not to toss himself onto the bed or tackle anyone, or even to try and sneak onto the bed stealthily.

He just needs to make sure he can see her there, hands pressed into the door frame tightly as he pants for breath. ]

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is snuggled up against Winn, not ready to wake yet when she hears the first sound of the door being forced. In a flash she is on her feet and grabbing her claws. She stops as she identifies her intruder] ...Sascha?

[She stands there in a t-shirt and shorts. Recent experiences have taught her to sleep in more clothes. Seems like it paid off. Something about him stops her from scolding him about calling first or even knocking.]

[ wildcard ]

[precedented]

[ He sends her a brief message asking whether they could meet up. Leto was . . . nervous. Oddly so. He rarely feels the need to get things off his chest, but he finds himself caught in many strings. Many people.

Perhaps an impartial view would help. ]

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is waiting in the cargo hold for him, leaning against a wall, curious about what's going on.]

Gamer: Bridge

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion is man enough to face her over a chess board. Along with a bottle of wine and a smirk on his lips, but still. More than man enough for this gaming board!]

All right, Kitty, let's see what I've managed to learn ...

[passingthrough]

To lose gracefully I hope. [The smack talk starts here!] Who else have you played with?

bridge.

[ownassets]

( It's the first time that Moira's been to the Windrose - she's finally getting around all of them after spending nearly a week back and forth from the Iskaulit. It's when Moira gets to the bridge that she recognises the woman with the chess board, a vague recollection of the help she'd given her when Moira had arrived )

Doesn't anyone else play?

( She's also definitely the wrong person to ask, but she's being friendly )

[passingthrough]

[She looks up curiously at the woman, recognizing her and wondering who she's there to see. Questions that can wait.] Be my guest. I can reset the board.

after winter!!

[pneumo]

[ Sascha tends to stop by more often now after hearing about Kitty's untimely demise, but he's tried to do a little better than just "3am" like before. Now he's moved to the new and improve 12am to start poking around, knocking on the door like a good and proper vampire, because he's learned. ]

[passingthrough]

[She was asleep when the knock wakes her and she can't immediately tell what time it is. She's been sleeping a lot since the injury. Brains need time to rest! She sits up and notices the origami flower Winn left her so she knows he's okay. Probably in the kitchen working she thinks. He's never gone long. He hates to leave her at all, but she sleeps a lot so she encourages him to do things so he isn't getting bored. Really, she just doesn't want him trapped in his worry and thoughts.

For once Kitty is extra modest in her sleepwear with a t-shirt and long soft drawstring pants on. Her wound is cleaned and clotted. Someone with a really keen sense of smell may notice a very faint lingering scent of blood, but since it's in her hair line there's nothing much to see without closer examination.] Come in? [Kurt maybe? She hopes nothing's wrong.]

[therewerefifty]

[The resident wallflower doesn't really change her routine much, though she does leave the ship more often now that there are gardens to see and regular sparring sessions. She's often in the kitchen when she drinks tea, which is Makie's attempt to at least be potentially sociable.

Otherwise, she might be in her room playing her shamisen, or potentially in the cargo hold teaching Misty. Often, she goes armed, if only with the wooden sword she carved herself for sparring. Threats against people on her crew will do that, even if she barely talks to them on many days. She's, uh... reserved. That's all.]

MARGAERY TYRELL 🌹 OTA

[partialities]

ｐｒａｙｅｒ  ；  ｅｍｂｒｏｉｄｅｒｙ 

[ days turns to weeks and moon cycles pass and margaery doesn't budge, doesn't show a change of attitude despite the constant pull at her heart. there isn't a day that passes without thoughts of her kin, of loras and her lord father and her grandma.

admitting to anything of the sort would be a weakness and at the first sign of weakness, she knows, they will lunge at her like crows to a decaying corpse. 'they' could be anything from those who do not favor her on the fleet, to the atroma. her ratings are high, she knows but her downfall will produce a great interest as well.

this is a game, quite unlike the one she knows but one whose rules are clear enough.

it's a second nature, the game but it's constantly changing. the moon is behind them and ahead - well, who knows really? she thinks of the entire matter for a day or two before deciding that a small level of vulnerability is necessary, no audience would believe anything less, not after so long. it will have to be measured, enough to stir sympathy and love but not in a may that will have others think her as weak.

so the door to her chambers will be open, as it sometimes is, to welcome visitors and the picture inside would be a pretty one. a young girl of six-and-ten in the pale greens of her house, working with careful fingers on her of embroidery and a song on her lips.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy,
save our sons from war, we pray,
stay the swords and stay the arrows,
let them know a better day. ]

[winn]

[ the sight of winn on the windrose has become commonplace, so it shouldn't surprise her to find him standing in her doorway in a blue buttoned-down and no signature cardigan, a small warm smile on his lips, one hand behind his back and the other offering her a friendly wave. he doesn't say anything yet, not wanting to intrude, but her door's open and if there's one thing he knows about margaery - it's that she doesn't do things by accident. if her door's open she's looking for company. ]

[partialities]

[ he walks in as she finishes the hymn ( 'Gentle Mother, strength of women, help our daughters through this fray, soothe the wrath and tame the fury, teach us all a kinder way' ) before smiling at him, small and private. ]

Good-day, Winn.

Re: MARGAERY TYRELL 🌹 OTA

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion, who has come to visit with Kitty, will now often stop by to visit Margaery as well. He has come with the habit of bringing her gifts - nothing extravagant, just small things that might make her smile.

She, after all, has a lovely smile that should be encouraged as often as possible, he thinks. So today, he brings her a rose he made out of brightly colored paper, poking it around the door with it's green paper stem.]

Is the Lady of the Gardens at home?

[partialities]

Does she have a visitor?

[ airily, there is already a hint of laughter in her voice. she knows who it is without even raising her eyes from the needlework. she place the embrodiery aside ]

Her door is open.

[ and she would rise to meet him, silks rustling against her ankles as she'll bow ]

And I thought this day would be entirely dull, how mistaken I was.

[ noticing the flower, she brightens up ]

What is this? is it a token of your apology for not having come to visit me in days and days?

Wanda Maximoff / Visiting (OTA)

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Kitchen]

[The last time Wanda'd visited the Windrose, it had been for Vision's birthday. Thus, she had more or less been able to get a fairly adequate layout of the ship built in her head. However, where there were gaps, it seemed that relying on her own ship's layout to fill the gaps was not the most reliable of methods. While she'd managed to navigate her way back to the kitchen, she was not exactly sure where to go next. Admittedly, she should have contacted Vision ahead of time to have him meet her when she arrived, but she'd wanted to try and find her way by herself. However, she now resigned herself to trying to reach him on his communicator, waiting on him to either respond or eventually show up.]

[Anywhere else on the Windrose]

[Before planting herself in the Windrose's kitchen to wait for Vis, Wanda can be found wandering about a little on the Windrose. She'll be poking her head into different rooms, not looking to disturb anyone intentionally, but still likely to accidentally do so.]

Kitchen

[unbearablynaive]

[Naturally, he has no idea she's lost until he gets her communicator message, and he's down there momentarily. His expression brightens and he clasps her hands briefly when he enters.]

I'm glad to see you, Wanda. May I offer you something to drink?

Kitchen (before everything awful happens on the Iskaulit)

[pain_train]

[Here she comes, the pink menace, Officer Snuggles at her heels. She's planning on mixing herself up a new drink in the kitchen. Oh, it's someone she doesn't know! But she does recognize her, from the picture on the camera at Vision's birthday party.]

Oh hi! You're Captain Vision's special friend, right?

A few days Post Winter Attacks?

[passingthrough]

[Kitty's hair covers the superficial wound she took in fighting Winter and she isn't having problems from the mild concussion other than knowing she's supposed to take it easy so she hasn't been doing her regular work out routine which makes her antsy and all the more welcoming of distraction, so when she sees Wanda in the hall she brightens.]

Wanda! Hey, how are you?

The Vision | OTA

[unbearablynaive]

[BRIDGE

As usual, the Vision is available on the bridge for part of every day to be accessible to his crew (or any other visitors that want to speak to the Captain). He's likely to be fiddling with the maintenance bots or working on some complex piece of coding if nobody's around.

AIRLOCKS

At the airlocks, including the one in the cargo bay, the Vision is installing what look like domed security cameras. They look a little more futuristic, but the general idea is the same. Oddly, he has the red glowfish in its portable "lantern" along to...what? Provide low lighting? Give him someone to talk to? It's not really clear.

WILDCARD

Or choose your own adventure!]