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driftfleet2016-09-19 05:15 pm
complicatedliar) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-19 05:15 pm
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Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)
[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)
[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]
Loki
He's also in a bit of a Mood. Though Loki is always in a bit of a Mood, let's be honest. But he'd be happy to use the unwary as target practice for a bit of dagger throwing.
Otherwise, he's around the library or having a glass of wine at the Space Bar.]
space asshole parkour course;;
He just needs to distract himself for a while. Be selfish. Pietro is exploring a wing of the larger ship when his attention catches the open door, and he enters, being a complete snoop. Imagine his surprise, seeing Loki. He smiles widely, approaching him. ]
Shadow! What brings you here? I did not take you for a course-running man.
[ He can't deny that he thinks it looks rather fun.. ]
space asshole parkour course;;
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Space Bar (I saw you prefer prose. Hope this is okay!)
Or was it a different one? They'd run into that with different 'versions' of people before. The fact that Renart hadn't called him out as familiar was likely an indication, but the gentleman's curiosity burned hot. He strolled over to the bar where the other man was sat and raised a hand to draw attention.
"I beg your pardon, sir. Is this seat taken?" The bar wasn't exactly filled to capacity, so it would be patently obvious he was choosing to sit next to Loki for a purpose. Monty kept his eyes steady on the other man, looking for some spark of recognition.
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As of 10/1
Wrath
And if anyone's looking for some hand to hand training, or looks like they need help, she won't hesitate to offer.]
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He remembers one of the last times they spoke, and it's good to see her out and active and - that's all he can think of to comment on, instead of a simple hello]
You look like you're doing a lot better. [hi, wrath]
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Fox park!
A human showing up is a bit unnerving, though she isn't about to just slink off. Nope, she's going to cautiously creep closer, her ears flattened and her tail nearly horizontal as she regards this new person (and what appears to be her pet fox) with suspicion.]
Fox park!
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space asshole parkour course
so... if Wrath'll go up to someone who looks like they could use some coaxing (or a combat buddy, depending on how you interpret him), Zhas is a prime candidate. he hovers at the edge of the parkour course, frowning and crossing his arms. his leans forward every once in a while like he's considering giving it a go, but his arms stay crossed and he can never commit.
oh, and his face is painted like a human skull today. very much so. that may or may not have something to do with it.]
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and later than late...
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Renart
[Renart has heard about this place, though she's been reluctant in visiting it. Foxes as pets still don't sit well with her as a wild one, so to see her relatives domesticated and shoved into some fake nature is unsettling.
She eventually decides to visit in her fox body. Being of the red (or black) variety she's bigger than all of the arctic foxes, and it isn't long before she begins bossing them around, nipping and gekkering at him as if she's the one in charge. Thankfully she isn't going to kill any of them. Just... maybe boss them into a little revolt. Or something.]
Space asshole parkour course
[The parkour course goes much better. She's in her human form for that one, floofy black tail swaying absently as she pokes around the course curiously without actually using it. Yet, anyway. She needs to determine while it'll be a worthwhile place to train a certain Edwardian stockbroker who has very little experience handling weapons. The lack of swords is disappointing, but given this is Monty perhaps the daggers will be an adequate substitute? It's worth looking into anyway, and he could really stand to learn some defensive moves.]
At the SAPC
So here is someone he doesn't know, poking about. Worth a moment of curiosity. He leans in the doorway and silently waits.]
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Hux
He could be found wandering the ship at times then, a small red flower tucked in a buttonhole of his great coat most days. Sometimes he indulged in having some decent coffee or tea with a book or working on something on his datapad.
Sometimes he sneaked into the meditation room at odd hours when it was likely to be empty. He found it difficult to focus on Heron so this was one of the few peaceful places he could find. Practicing what he and Barriss had been working on wasn't easy and often it just turned into him playing hologames on his datapad instead, simply enjoying the quiet.]
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He's just not sure where to go! But exploring first of all is best, and that's what's brought him roaming the halls, a welcoming smile to any who he sees. Then he spies Hux seemingly enjoying a cup of something. His smile brightens and he stops just shy of the table, and presses a hand over his heart with a short little bow.}
It is good to see you again. Do you well?
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no peaceful coffee for you
Such a lovely day, isn't it.
his life is suffering
I'd be sorry for him but I'm not
never be sorry he's perfect
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Almost. Not quite.
So it is that he's wandering around in workout clothes, nice and sweaty and in need of a shower, when he sees a face that still gets a knee-jerk reaction from him--a split second of oh, shit--before his expression rearranges into a scowl.]
You.
[He grips his towel tightly, though he doesn't yet go for the practice lightsaber hanging from his belt loop.]
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Hux? (His low voice carries through the halls and he has to duck his head now and then to avoid hitting various obstacles.)
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She slips onto the Iskaulit as quietly as she can, wanting to gather clues about the General and those he considered close companions. Many halls are investigated to the best degree possible and then...
She finds him. Gasping, she searches for a hiding place to no avail. He'll see any moment, he'll see -
Best to play it cool. She lifts her chin, gathering her courage.]
General.
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Erik Lehnsherr
Early in the morning he can be found leaving the meditation room, most often in the company of Charles, but occasionally alone.
Other times, he stops in the library, picking absently through titles until he chooses one. It seems to be random, no genuine interest lighting his expression as he reads the titles. Maybe he's picking based on book colour. Once, he drifts into the garden. He's more preoccupied with watching space go by through the windows than the plants, though he does examine the herbs before he goes.]
Library
[It feels strange being out and about in this masculine body. People who would normally recognize her don't and yet she feels like everyone is staring too. She hasn't been this self conscious of what she looks like since she had a crush on Piotr as a girl much too young for him.
But she could be like this for a week or more (please be less!) so she should at least get some reading material if she's going to hide away. She can't casually send Winn to the Iskaulit for her. He's still dealing with PTSD from Sascha's attack there. So, here she is in the borrowed flesh and borrowed clothes. She manages to make Winn's wardrobe look different on her with the way she styles it.
She's browsing the stacks when she comes right up on Erik and her breath catches. It may look like just the surprise of running into someone when you thought you were alone, but of course it's more for her. So many feelings about this man and what he's done for better and for worse.]
...Hi.
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It did feel cleansing though. With only one other mind around, Charles slowly rebuilds his walls. It feels more solid, more real and the constant migraines seem to finally ebb. ]
This is a good routine to keep up.
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garden
Oh, hi, Erik! You busy?
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Meditation room
"If you're just going to sit, you could have picked one of the smaller rooms. Some of us need to move around."
Erik might recognize Kylo from his violent Marsiva broadcast, or heard someone else's warning that he was part of Hux's little space nazi regime. Fine time to finally meet in person, right?
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Bar area
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Aurae Le Paulmier
The main place you can find her is, surprise surprise, the bars. It doesn't matter which one, because they both suit her well enough. She prefers to sit in a corner and watch the room, but sometimes she'll sit at the bar proper, drinking whatever sounds interesting. No, really, that's what she's doing.
Otherwise, you can find her in the garden. She spends most of her time here, either sat on a bench or simply laying in the grass. For all that she claims not to be an elf, it's hard to deny that she has a strong connection to nature, and the garden is as close as she's going to get until their next stop.
Of course, she is prone to wandering, so you likely can and will find her anywhere. Peeking her head in to figure out what this or that place is all about]
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My Lady Tempest?
[Yes, he's going to try again for that title until she corrects him again. Monty steps over and casts a smile at her before bowing in gentlemanly fashion.]
I'm pleased to meet you in-person at last.
[The patch of daisies will look, feel, and smell real, if she happens to pluck one or more of them.]
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Hank McCoy
He still frequents the library, picking up books that are both for his research as well as ones that seem interesting. He sits somewhere out of the way to read, more out of habit than because he wants to be left alone. He always has a notebook with him that he'll pause to take notes in.
But he's also taken to heading for the garden to read, mostly when he just wants some quiet to himself.
Then again, you can find him in the gym or at the space asshole obstacle course, blue as ever, keeping up with his training. You might even catch him at - gasp! - normal hours]
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Can't blame a girl for being curious though.]
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barriss offee
more often, though, she's in the garden. usually she's just sitting on one of the paths, apparently meditating. if you're tending any plant in there and finding it's grown a little more than expected this week, that was probably her. she'll probably pick a few struggling plants and hang out near them a while, too, using the force to perk them up.
last but not least, she does drop by the meditation room now and then, especially when she's asked someone to meet her there. ]
Meditation Room
If she's looking, the impression she'd get from him is a mix of confidence and questioning, a young man who's still trying to figure out his place in things. His Force ability isn't strong, not compared to someone like Anakin or Rey, but try as he might to deny it it's most certainly there.]
Hey! Barriss, right? I'm Finn.
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[Being the librarian, it's not at all surprising that Felix spends quite a bit of time in the area, organizing and arranging. Work on the physical catalog is still a rather slow process, which he tackles in short bursts, where he can be found at a table hand-writing the relevant information in his delicate script.
What might be more surprising is that lately he's not always in the library proper. An adjoining door is left open, leading into a small more private complex of rooms. There isn't much in there to speak of except a single stuffed sitting chair, where Felix may be found studying a few arcane-looking diagrams.
Clearly he's up to something]
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[Felix tends to wander the halls a bit, if only to stretch his legs a little. He sticks to the most established areas, to prevent from getting lost in the odd complex of halls and rooms, but most often can be found in the gardens, simply enjoying the atmosphere, or the bar Malum, where he may be enjoying a drink or simply there to sit and talk with whoever might be around.]
Library, please!
"Are there any books here that talk about this Atroma... entity?" He asked the man shelving various titles. "Or better yet, about anything that might be used on someone in the Marsiva's med-bay? Drugs, procedures, anything?"
Why? No reason... Obviously...
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