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[ What's probably most obvious to the crew of the Blameless is how ridiculously abandoned the first mate's room is; it's barren and almost empty and, for all intents and purposes, a guest room. The second thing that's obvious is the fact that the first mate is in the captain's room, and she lives there, quite happily - which is where she can be found when she's not wandering around (blue more than anything else, since she thinks she can trust her ship to be okay with it).

She's either lounging around or she's decorating, putting acorns (yes, those acorns) up, adjusting a photo frame or folding things to put them away, taking care of the room and making it theirs at the same time.

Otherwise, she's up and about - hanging in Hank's lab, wandering around the corridors, lounging in the cargo hold, anything and everything. Sometimes she gets the itch to move and so she does, but most of the time she's content to sit around and focus on her device, looking at things and generally trying to pretend she's not dwelling on things. ]

( A; nerd squad vs weird devices | CLOSED TO HANK & WINN )

[ ok so implanting devices on board? so not cool.

potential space spying opera? so dope though. Cisco has various guesses who could have implanted the thing on board, starting from weird aliens to the very suspicious lady with the missing tooth who worked the fish stall in the marketplace in the previous Vacation Resort Planet.

So he's in his lab, circling the thing, already getting his equipment ready. he's waiting for Hank and Winn currently but it doesn't mean a dramatic monologue at the little device is out of the question. he can be heard muttering:

You just wait, buddy. We're gonna crack you open and then, it's open season on your secrets. ]

( B; sock sliding! )

[ who knows what you were doing, maybe you were heading somewhere, maybe you were going to the kitchen to get a snack, maybe you're in the middle of a very important job but either way, it'll all stop for a moment as you might notice a figure sliding towards you in the hall.

you might hear a whoa, obstacle - before the crash comes.

sorry about that. ]

( c; wild card | visitors )

[ for anyone who wants their own thing and/or to come visit him :> ]

Edited 2016-08-04 19:50 (UTC)

a. the monthly nerding;

[as per usual, when there's not much choice but to stay on the ship, Hank can be found in the lab. It's very likely you'll find him hunched over a microscope or a notebook, scribbling away in his usual shorthand. Of course, you may find him scribbling away in a different notebook, translating all of that into actual words.

Either way, the man likes to keep busy, and this is the best place to find him]

b. hangin' around;

[of course, he can't stay in the lab all day (despite his best efforts), so when he's either at his limit with notes or he's simply waiting for whatever he's working on to finish up, you can find your captain hanging around and reading.

Quite literally.

That's right, he's found somewhere high enough for him to hang from, using his feet, and has gotten into the habit of doing that while he's reading whatever books he's picked up from the library. While he's blue, while he's not blue, it doesn't matter. Just be careful not to startle him]

c. wildcard;

[for visitors, for something else, anything your heart desires! Hank can be found all over the Blameless during the month, so have at ♥ Also feel free to request him as Beast, if you want the blue guy!]

[ Honestly, Raven would laugh if she wasn't a little bit concerned, and she shifts and moves forward, turning her head around a corner and tilting her head up to stare, fighting the urge to laugh.

Then she's walking over, bending to offer Cisco a hand. ]

That was impressive.

[ Raven tends to have a radar when it comes to Hank McCoy; she knows where he is and can find him quickly enough. She doesn't expect to find him literally hanging around, though, and she hovers a little, watching for a long, drawn out moment. She can't hide the fact that she's utterly enchanted, and she smiles as she leans against a wall, just... Watching him for a moment.

She's so completely taken by him, it's a little bit ridiculous. ]

Don't fall.

[if he wasn't so engrossed with what he was reading, he might have realized she was there. Instead, she's witness to him startling, dropping the book and almost falling on his head - but he's at least quick enough to avoid that, dropping a hand down so he can land on his feet.

And then he's standing up straight and whirling around like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't be]

—er. Hi.

[smooth]

What did I just say?

[ Pushing herself forward, Raven walks over and shifts, lifting her hand to smooth down some of Hank's hair with a gentle hand, her eyes flickering over his face before she softens. Leaning up, she gives him a quick kiss to the forehead before she bends down to pick up his book.

Her boyfriend is an idiot. How could she forget? ]

Come here often?

I caught myself.

[he leans down just enough to make it easier, his hand reaching out once she stands back up to snag her free one, tangling their fingers together.

He's not an idiot, he's just an easily startled nerd]

Not yet. I mean - it works, so - maybe?

I saw that.

[ Their fingers are all tangled and she smiles, shifting up to lean closer, stepping into his space with ease. She can't help it - she adores it, and it prickles at her with a giddiness she can't hide or disguise. It's something so simple, but something incredible and normal.

She'd given up on normal, ten years ago, and here she is. ]

Doesn't your head hurt when you're upside down for too long?

[it was normal, but it was also their normal, because she was standing there, as blue as ever, and here he was mostly hiding save for his feet at the moment. He doesn't mind her stepping into his space, not in the relative privacy of this little corner of the ship, and he can't help but lean just a bit closer.

He glances behind him up where he was hanging from and shrugs]

Not really? I haven't been at it that long, though. It'd probably start to bother me sooner or later. [maybe. He wasn't sure, considering how rarely he indulged in this little quirk]

[ There's a softness that appears in Raven whenever she's alone with Hank; it comes hand in hand with being comfortable around him, at peace at his side, the fact that she feels as though she can relax and not have to worry about anything. When there are other people watching her she still feels a little bit like she's on show, and there's not much she can do to fight the feeling.

At least she's getting better, and she tilts her head up to look at the hangings, frowning for a moment as she considers. ]

You should be careful. [ A pause, then she smiles. ] I still think it's amazing.

[he keeps half-expecting to feel whatever it is she is, but they're no longer on the hand-holding planet and it feels strange, that there's no feedback. He'd gotten so used to it that he came to expect it whenever they touched, and now . . .

He almost misses it. He misses most of it, honestly, except the accidental sharing parts. He was fine with those gone]

I'm always careful. [it probably wouldn't be a surprise that he made sure it was safe first, and that he wouldn't accidentally break something important to the ship. Her compliment makes him duck his head, though, even though he smiles a little, just a touch shy]

It's no—. . . thanks. [look at that, he's trying]

[ It's definitely strange, to get close to Hank again and not feel the prickling warmth of his emotions poking at her, or to think about how hers are being shared at the same time - it's odd, really, and while Raven doesn't exactly miss it she can admit that it wasn't all bad. It had been nice, to say things and touch Hank and know just how appreciated it was, to touch him and say things without actually needing words.

She wonders, absently, if that's how it is for Charles with his telepathy at times. If it made it easier for him or worse when it came to his relationship with Erik. If he'd let her try it with him if she asked. If she'd be okay with it now that she's accustomed to some kind of minor invasion.

Best not to think about it. ]

I know you are. I just thought I'd be a good girlfriend and remind you.

[ And he just says 'thanks' and Raven softens, leaning up to press a quick kiss against his mouth. ]

You're very welcome, Hank.

[ He hadn't expected to catch her wandering. He softens a little. Raven seems to be still uncomfortable with the Fleet, but such things take time. ]

Lost?

[ She blinks when she hears Charles, turning a little before she steps up to his side. It's obvious that she brightens when she sees him, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead without any hesitation. ]

I don't get lost, Charles. I'm First Mate.

And I'm sure you take your duties very responsibly.

[ He reaches out to thread their fingers together. ] Do you have a moment> I need your help with something.

Like I have any duties.

[ Other than cuddling the captain at night, but there's neither here nor there. Instead, she moves back to give Charles space, nodding. ]

Sure. My room?

[that's the worst part - words are necessary again, when actions and empathy alone were more than enough to show her how he really feels. Not that they needed it; they both knew how the other felt, had managed to say it at least once now, so it wasn't as if it was a surprise. But it was still something . . . nice, to feel how someone really felt about you, raw and honest.

He quirks a little grin at what she says]

Yes ma'am. [he says, teasing clear in his voice] Are you sure you're doing it as my girlfriend, or as my first mate?

[trying comes with not ducking away again after she kisses him, and he somehow manages it]

It's - uh. It's good practice.

[ He wonders what captains and first mates really need to do on the Fleet. It's too disparate from the team system Erik and Charles were under. ]

Sounds good.

Alright, this way.

[ It's easy enough to lead Charles back to the room she shares with Hank - it's decorated with the photo frame he'd made for her, with the photos of them on the moon in two of the four slots, acorns hanging from the shelves and blankets of all kinds draped over the bed. When she's sat she looks over, watching curiously. ]

How can I help?

[ It's almost funny how they'd swung between the extremes - using their words and actually talking going to holding hands and sharing emotions and thoughts all the way back to having to talk again. Raven knows that, once upon a time, she'd never have been comfortable with the intimacy the planet had brought out in all of them, so she considers herself almost thankful that she was able to test herself by actually experiencing it.

Huffing a little laugh, she leans up, tugging him down for another kiss. ]

I don't think any old first mate gets this kind of treatment.

[ Even when he pulls away she chases after him, trying to keep her arms around his neck. ]

It reminds me of the day we met.

[ He admits easily. ] I'm not entirely sure.

Erik and a few of my friends - [ And he pauses, luxuriating over that word before moving on. ] - got me a new chair. Which floats and - Well. It is a feat of engineering.

I have a few ideas, gifts for the others. For Erik, I thought I'd make a ring.

Alright.

[ Raven softens when she looks at Charles and hears the simple thing he admits - his friends. You're my oldest friend - I'm your only friend. Once upon a time they had been everything to each other, and it hadn't been at all healthy. Now... Now Charles has more than her, and she's quietly glad even as she realises that she's not what she was to him all those years before.

Nodding her head, she crosses her legs under herself. ]

Do you need me to sit on him so we can get his ring size?

[ He smiles despite himself. ]

No. I doubt that's really necessary since he can change the size if he wants. It's more the, ah, mechanics of it. Erik has a history of metalworking. I don't. But I want to try making it.

[the only reason he was comfortable with it at all was because of how close he was with Charles and his trust in his telepathy, and the little, past experience he had in another world. Honestly, even the touching hadn't bothered him as much when he'd managed to convince most to keep it to handshakes, and the rest of his stay there had been nothing but memorable. Even with their talk, which had gone surprisingly well.

He had to marvel that they managed a whole month without things going sideways.

He huffs as well, stepping just close enough that she doesn't have to reach as much] You don't know that. Maybe there's another ship where the captain and first mate are dating.

[he's easy enough to tug back, leaning down to kiss her forehead. He makes another noise, this one amused]

It is pretty similar.

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