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driftfleet2016-09-26 11:23 am
flawless_precision) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-26 11:23 am
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Action - Pathstone
Who: Phasma and Pathstone/visitors
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Action: Pathstone
When: All Week
[It was a wonder no one here got sick and died for how much of a pig sty this ship wasin Phasma's opinion and after her conversation with Crowley, it was apparent neither he or likely any of the other crew were going to do anything about it.]
[In addition there was precious little to do to keep one occupied on this ship (outside of trying to corral Kylo and Hux, which she had little reason to do anymore outside of mutual ideologies). Driven by bordeom and a need for order, Phasma goes on a cleaning rampage. Throughout the week, or however long it takes, she scours, scrubs, organizes, dusts, mops, and otherwise deepcleans as much of the ship as she can lay her hands on.]
[Crewmates this means your quarters too. She will leave no dust speck unswept.]
[Visitors will be left alone aside from silent glaring if they happen to leave any messes or clutter.]
[She is determined to raise this ship up to First Order standards.]
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Action: Pathstone
When: All Week
[It was a wonder no one here got sick and died for how much of a pig sty this ship was
[In addition there was precious little to do to keep one occupied on this ship (outside of trying to corral Kylo and Hux, which she had little reason to do anymore outside of mutual ideologies). Driven by bordeom and a need for order, Phasma goes on a cleaning rampage. Throughout the week, or however long it takes, she scours, scrubs, organizes, dusts, mops, and otherwise deepcleans as much of the ship as she can lay her hands on.]
[Crewmates this means your quarters too. She will leave no dust speck unswept.]
[Visitors will be left alone aside from silent glaring if they happen to leave any messes or clutter.]
[She is determined to raise this ship up to First Order standards.]
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You missed a spot.
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I can assure you I do not miss. Nor do I take advice from someone communing with a houseplant like it's a lapdog.
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[He looks down at the plant, scowling at it. ]
I'm not communing with it. I'm making sure it's aware that it has a horrible fate if it sheds leaves everywhere. That fate being you.
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[And yes somehow she had missed a spot. Just where Crowley had noted. She narrows her eyes; she had been honest when she said she doesn't miss, but that right there was evidence to the contrary, and it irritated her. With a scowl, she kneels back down and diligently scrubs away at it.]
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[Crowley grins smugly, examining his fingernails, an action which makes another speck of dirt appear on a console behind her. ]
Having trouble?~
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How is it, that someone who seemingly understands the concept of healthy and respectable, can't be bothered to maintain a space worthy of such ideals?
[Floor, done. Console? Sneered at and then attended to.] I swear, this ship is so filthy it is growing mold as we speak.
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[He chuckles. ]
Weird that, isn't it?
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[She practically growls under her breath, but she finally finishes with the mysterious stain on the counter.]
I blame you. [It's less a serious accusation, but more a frustrated statement, holding him responsible for the lack of concentration that would have allowed her to miss a spot in the first place.]
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[Because he literally only ever uses the bed in there. He sniffs, leaning back. Somehow, the floor is not sticky. Weird. ]
How is it my fault? I'm not in command. That's the other Anthony.
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[She shoots him a glare, before, you guessed it, dropping back to her knees to clear up that sticky patch from the floor. She glances up at the cieling - where was this all coming from?]
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Me? No. I would never detain you from your clearly important mission of cleanliness. I#m just sitting here. Miding my own buisness.
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[Right now he is the perfect picture of frustration.]
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I was under the impression that you were only passing through.
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I was. This ship might need me more than the Heron.
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[He taps his chin. ]
Do you know the story about Sisyphus, by any chance? Out of idle curiosity.
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Buuut if you'd rather remain ignorant, do continue.
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[She sits back and looks at him, displeased, irritated more than anything, and gives him a dismissive wave before going back to her work.] Might as well go ahead and tell me your little story.
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[Still, he'll consider this a victory.]
So. Sisyphus, right? He was a real nasty piece of work king. Real rule-with-an-iron-fist sort. Anyway, he pissed off Zeus, this g- one of those higher up beings, who ordered for Death to chain him in the Underworld. Sisyphus was a clever little bugger, though, and managed to chain Death up instead- and got out of Dodge.
Of course, while Death was trapped, no one could die. So everyone got understandably pissy and did...something or other to release Death- I forget what.
ANYway, Sisyphus kept avoiding the Underworld by being a sneaky asshole- so eventually the higher ups decided they needed to give him a more fitting punishment than just dying. So, he was made to push a boulder up a hill for all of eternity. Before he got to the top, it would always roll back down again. So he'd just be doing the same task, over and over, forever - getting nowhere.
The moral of the story is basically don't try and make the Pathstone not a shithole.
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[It is not the one Crowley was hoping to teach.]
[Phasma used it as an excersize in tuning out unwanted distractions.]
[There are a few moments of silence after he finishes before she stops what she's doing and looks back at him.]
Oh, are you done now?
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Been done a while, yes.
I'm on hiatus, but have Cole's room and unconscious Cole.
Cole himself lies on his bed, where he has for the past ten days. He looks more dead than asleep, pallid and still and cool to the touch. He looks unwashed, but oddly, there is no smell of human life or filth. Nor is there any of death. His small entourage of fluff slugs wander around the place, over him and sit trilling on his chest.
His room has been painted with black paint, strange shapes that felt too real, too visceral, emotions and concepts given form. A wolf with three pairs of eyes and a deep resentment lurched from the corner of the wall towards a brilliant white figure painted in negative space.
A childish drawing had pride of place over his bed. A man with a lion's mane, a woman with elf ears and white hair, a little girl in pink with blond hair and a lanky figure that must be Cole himself in his oversized hat.]
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[Phasma stands in the doorway looking over the mess for several long seconds. She notes the unconscious (dead?) figure in the bed, and the slugs literally everywhere. She's not sure if this is better or worse than her experience on the Wonderduck.
She checks the body, isn't sure she can come to much of a conclusion outside of Atroma working in mysterious ways, and then tries to contend with the slugs. She things at the very least the slugs should be manageable. She tries to remove them, but is eventually forced to concede when they very literally won't be moved. She's not sure if it's some interference from Atroma, or some special quality of the slugs, but she absolutely can not get them to move.]
[That doesn't mean she gives up entirely; she just has to work around them. The rest of the room needs a good scrubbing (and paint, but that's hard to come by when you're in space). She'll scrub it down. She'll organize it. She'll see his worn boots and make a mental note of his shoe size, so she can get him a new pair at the next waypoint she he's not leaving filthy footprints on what will be her pristine ship.]
[There is the matter of a hideously drawn and entirely too much pink picture above the bed, and it takes several long moments to figure out what to do with it. Phasma is aware she is not dealing with soldiers, here. These are civilians and entitled to their follies and - ugh - pets, but the picture is an absolute eyesore and just knowing it exists offends her on some deep level. Eventually, she settles on removing it and carefully stowing it away so it was still in his possession, in a far less glaringly obvious way.
[By the time she finishes, the room gleams. She takes a moment in the doorway to survey her work, and then she leaves.]
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On his way through, he comes across Phasma in the midst of her cleaning spree, and pauses to give her work an appreciative look.]
All this is your doing?
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It is. None of the other crew can be bothered to life a finger. I'll have to find a way to change that.
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[Not that he objects, persay, but he can't help but challenging logic]
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[Not that he really suspects she'll succeed]
You have my gratitude, at least, as a guest.
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Crowley is many things, maselle, but industrious is not one of them.
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[She gives Felix a look, frowning, as she thinks about how infuriating Crowley was.]
He is severely lacking in useful qualities.
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Oh he has plenty, I assure you...
It's simply that if he made the mistake of being useful once, you'd expect him to do it again.