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[tennohno]

Who: Crew of the Windrose and others!
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Windrose all day, everyday
When: Month of September

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Wrath

[pain_train]

[Wrath is out working a lot. She needs to make credits so she can get herself a regular sword and an awesome laser sword, and she also needs to pay Winter back for all the credits he spent bailing her out of jail. So she's pulling a lot of guard and escort duty.

But she still comes home to the Windrose to take care of her animals, train, and spend time with Jellybean and Officer Snuggles--and her friends, of course.

But because this is the first system she's been in while mostly recovered, she's getting restless. Without the constant pain of injuries and the medication regime to distract her, she's got way too much time to think. The last two years are catching up with her in a less than helpful way. This means she's going out and picking a lot of fights when she's not working, since she hasn't found any intoxicants that work all that well on her. So if you spot her, she probably looks like she just rolled in out of a brawl, even if she's incongruously sitting and quietly drawing.]

[mistyday]

[Misty is busy washing one of the Windrose's huge windows when Wrath walks by, looking awful beat up.]

Hey!

[Misty sets down her rag and frowns, but her greeting is still friendly enough.]

What the hell happened to you?

[pain_train]

Hey Misty! [Grin. With a split lip. Ouch.]

Oh, just got in a fight. In a bar. Good stuff.

[mistyday]

Shit. Well let me help you with that. I got a potion that'll fix you right up.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Having said that she'd like to see this "special, treehouse-like" captain's bunkroom of his, Vision had not taken long in inviting Wanda over to visit. She'd become a more common sight around the Windrose recently, but she still had never actually seen the inside of his room. However, it seemed he was running late planetside at the moment. Figuring it would be rude to enter his room on her own, she's waiting out in the Windrose's kitchen, sipping on some juice and waiting on Viz's return to the ship.]

[pain_train]

[Wrath comes rolling in fresh from another night of purposefully saying the wrong thing to people much larger than her. She waves at Wanda, and togoes over the cooler unit to retrieve a cold pack for her cheek.]

Hey Wanda. Whatcha up to?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda smiles in greeting as Wrath walks in. As she gets a good luck at Wrath's injuries, however, she immediately looks much more concerned.]

What happened to you?

Castle

[thebestseller]

[Castle had been keeping a low profile since The Graffiti Incident, but he still mingled with his Moxie brethren on the planet and made sure to indulge in food as much as he could.

Of course, this had the effect of making him doughy, so he decided to work off some of the calories he was packing in.

His attempts at doing yoga, however, didn't go so well. The bots sat in a line and watched, unmoving, but Castle was sure they were judging all the same.]

Look, you try bending like a pretzel.

Kitty

[passingthrough]

[Action closed to Kurt]
[She had a talk with Erik. It didn't go well. She was in her shuttle on her way back to the Tourist when she landed on the Windrose instead. She needs Winn, but she needed Kurt and home more for this. She needed the only other person who could really understand. And he'd need her too. She's just curled up on his bed, waiting for him to come back.

Apocalypse is dead in two worlds now, but his reach for destruction is inescapable.]


[Text closed to Winn]
[Kitty doesn't like text. She rarely uses it unless other forms are really inconvenient. That's not what she's using it now.]

I need you on the Windrose. [So many things half written and deleted before that makes its way to him.]


[Wildcard]
[Kitty hasn't been around much again. Definitely not at night. But she has been visiting the ship during the day when she gets a chance. Trying not to be completely derelict in her duties to her ship and crew. Her home. For as much time as she spends on the Tourist with Winn, it's just not the Windrose.]

(OOC: If you want a custom starter just let me know. Otherwise, feel free to start a thing!)

[winn]

[ getting a text from kitty makes all the alarms go off in his head; she only ever texts him when he starts a conversation by texting her. getting a text from kitty asking him to get on a shuttle on his own and come to her, with no explanation, no frankly embarrassing offer to come pick him or suggestion she come to him - that sends his brain to full defcon 1. he texts back as he runs to the shuttle, his heart sinking to his toes. ]

on my way

[ he makes record time there, and before long, he's running down the windrose's corridors to find her - grateful he's been keeping up with jim's cardio routine because despite how hard his heart beats and how fast his legs move him - his breath remains under control. he knocks quickly on the door of her room before opening it a crack to pick inside. ]

Kitty? [ concern couldn't be more clearly written on his face if someone had taken a sharpie and spelled it out. ]

[passingthrough]

Hey. [Her voice sounds rough and she's tucked into the corner of the wall at the head of the bed where she was just sitting and watching the door, waiting for him.

She doesn't know what to say. Doesn't want to say anything. She just wants to be in his arms, but she doesn't move.]

[winn]

[ it's fine, he does. only slowing to shut the door behind him, he walks right up to her, and pulls her into his arms, stroking her back and kissing the top of her head. ]

I got you.

[ he doesn't know what's happening but the first and most important thing he needs to do right now is reassure her that she's not alone with it. ]

[winn]

[ they're back to staying on board the windrose, but now that margaery's on the tourist, winn finds himself with a lot less to do while he's waiting for kitty. it's not that he doesn't have friends on board - he could go see wrath and vision and he's guaranteed a good time - but margaery's lab was a place he could work in.

when she gets back, she'll find one boyfriend, sprawled on her bed, doing something very uncharacteristic - napping all on his own. turns out, you get him away from his work for long enough, this happens. he'll awake however, at the first sound she makes. (if that sound will be a camera - he gets it). rubbing his eyes, he gives her a tired-yet-content smile (it feels good to be relaxed enough to be able to fall asleep without someone watching out for him. sure it's the middle of the day and he's surrounded by badasses he knows will keep him safe but that hasn't necessarily been enough before, ok). ]

Hi.

[passingthrough]

Noooo, you were sleeping. I was finally going to get my chance to draw on your face. [As if she would dare. No, she just made noise before she realized she shouldn't. Of course she would have let him sleep as long as he could. But since he's up she's going to crawl into bed with him.] Warm boy. Mmm. [It feels good because of course it does but also because her talk with Charles did not go so well and it's good just to have him close.]

[winn]

Can't be done, Pryde.

[ he grins and wraps an arm around her, kissing the side of her forehead. ]

So what've you been up to?

[ecclesiophobic]

[His knuckles are still throbbing lightly when Kurt parks his shuttle in the Windrose. He sits in the pilot's seat a minute after, featureless eyes staring blankly ahead.

His lip curls, and with an inhuman snarl Kurt vanishes, teleporting straight into his room. Seeing someone curled in his bed invokes a flare of bright rage; he was trying to avoid people. The rage dissipates the moment he recognizes who, leaving behind a twist in his chest. Erik told her too.

His expression gentled, Kurt walks over to his bed. His tail precedes him, reaching out to nudge her so there will be room for him to slide in next to her.]

[passingthrough]

[She shifts to make space but it's a momentary sort of thing like a wave rolling out to see only to push its way back in. She leans herself against him.] Kurt. [Her voice betrays the hurt of it immediately, but she doesn't need to hide that from him.

Before her death, before the prison, and before the fleet her response to terrible things was a few extra cigarettes, a carefully stoic expression, and moving forward. Of course there were more vulnerable times in her early years with the team. But she'd found the coping mechanisms that kept her alive. Kept her going. Life isn't always on the attack anymore. She can deal with things in the moment more, but it's also a relearning process of how. And everytime something like this comes up it feels like it brings up more that was never dealt with in the past.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[She reminds him, for a startling moment, of his wife. She'd survived the cullings where so few humans had, but the memories of what she'd seen and done in the process still drove her to cry into his chest at night.

He does for Kitty what he did for her; wraps his arms around his team-mate, one of his hands rubbing up and down her back in an attempt to soothe.] I know. [The whisper comes out strangled, and Kurt swallows hard against the tightness in his throat.] Hell with him, Kitty. Hell with all that lot, we don't need them. ['We don't need anyone,' but they do. Kitty has Winn, Sascha, and--so many people she cares about here. His list is shorter, through careful seclusion.]

The Vision

[unbearablynaive]

[In contrast to the moody captain of last month, the longer they spend in this system the better attitude the Vision seems to have. The initial drama of his unexpected trip home has passed and he's learning to integrate that year of experience with his life here.

Aside from a few upgrades to mechanical components that would likely baffle anyone without the Engineering augment, the only real addition to the ship he's been involved in has been dedicating yet more of the cargo bay space to a pet project: Misty's swamp. Yes, an entire little corner is now a miniature swamp, cordoned off by a low wall to deter the maintenance bots (and Officer Snuggles, so he doesn't get muddy all the time). The Vision's current project is an air filtration system to make a current separating it out as well so the entire ship doesn't smell like swamp, but it's still a work in progress.]

[mistyday]

[With as little time as she's been spending on the ship, Misty has only seen glimpses of what Vision has been up to, so when she comes in to find a full blown swamp she is beyond excited.]

Captain! Did you build all this!?

[unbearablynaive]

[He stops floating overhead and lands next to her, giving Misty a bright smile.]

I had a bit of help, you understand. But--I trust it meets your approval? We do seem to have some time before the Marsiva finishes moving out of the system, if there are any changes you'd like to make.

[mistyday]

Oh, it's perfect!

[She throws her arms around him.]

Thank you so much! This is one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for me.

backdated to 9/09, closed to Misty/Wanda/Pietro

[unbearablynaive]

[Because there's no longer a medical bay on the Windrose, they materialize in the Vision's quarters. There had been a vicious battle, a malevolent force too unpredictable even for a seasoned Avenger, and impalement at exactly the wrong time. There had been a moment that had nearly stopped the Vision's synthetic heart, and one that had stopped Wanda's all-too-natural one. There's a great deal of blood, a grief-stricken twin, a still-warm body and a panicked android with one buried hope left in his mind. As soon as she's settled on the bed, he phases right through the walls and looks for the person who might be able to help when all other help is lost.]

Misty! You're needed. Come quickly.

[mistyday]

[Before he even calls out to her, Misty feels it, the moment Wanda is brought on board: that all-too-familiar weight of death, of a life taken too soon. Like a black hole, it inexorably draws her in and she follows the call with an eerie sense of calm. When Vision steps out through a wall in front of her, desperation in his voice, she stops to cup his hand in hers for a moment, like a blessing or a prayer.]

I know. It'll be okay.

[And without further direction from him, she follows death to his quarters to kneel by Wanda's side.]

[unbearablynaive]

[He's distraught enough that he does draw comfort from her touch, and he leads Misty quickly down to his usually-peaceful room.]

There was a dragon on the surface. I didn't arrive until it was too late. Misty, I understand you may not be able to help, but if you can do anything--