groove slam work it back

[noctiphile]

Who: the good and merry folk of the S. S. Starstruck
Broadcast: it's a mystery! you decide!
Action: S. S. Starstruck
When: until we make a new one

[Wow! Look at that! This ship sucks! Discontent is abundant! No one likes each other! Everyone's grumpy! I'm using too many exclamation points! Looks like it's just the first of many exciting episodes aboard the S.S. Starstruck*.]

*property possibly inherited from lady gaga

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[pocketpal]

[ While you're settling in, do keep an eye out for a tiny person, who might be climbing the walls (literally), poking her head out of vents, dragging objects across the floor (she is as strong as a human, even if she is tiny), or staring at the disproportionately sized toilets, protein cube machines, and control panels.

This all is very annoying. ]

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[noctiphile]

general

[Mattias tries to keep to himself, he really does. He's glued to his station most of the time, decrypting a lot of things he really shouldn't be and surrounded by books he really shouldn't have taken from a certain intellectual moon. Still, there are times when a man's mind wanders and his feet can only follow. In those periods, expect him to be wandering the ship, poking around and being rather fascinated by, well, everything. Including the toilet. And showers! Advanced plumbing is such a marvelous invention.]

mattias no cw: neckstabbing

[There is one particular day, however, that he gets it in his head to be profoundly stupid. He's heard the warnings, watched the broadcasts, and yet still nicks a knife from the kitchen to do a bit of, uh. Impromptu surgery. Or, at least, an attempt at it. The truth is he doesn't get very far and so you may hear some rather pained hisses and groans. Maybe some shouts. He's in pain. Tremendous amounts that have left him panting on the floor, clutching the side of his bleeding neck. Still, should anyone pass by, he'll look up and smile. Perhaps wave a dismissive hand.]

Ah, hello. Just-doing a bit of experimenting. Sorry for the noise. Do you think you could get me some needle and thread? Oh gods. This really is unpleasant.

[lord_wizard]

kitchen

[Not long after the jarring event that is the shuffle, Felix finds himself in the Starstruck's kitchen (or whatever term applied on a spaceship), staring in disbelief. Firstly, it was charitable to call it a kitchen as he knew the word. Secondly, the augment had made it known that this slice of his new hell was supposed to be his domain of expertise. Paradisa had forced a little bit of that sort of knowledge on him over the course of time and necessity. He was not, by any stretch, a good cook.]

They must be joking.

general

[It may become apparent over the course of the week that while Felix has a tendency to insinuate himself into situations he hoards his own personal space and privacy fiercely. The castle may have been an exercise in psychological torture, but at least he got his own room. But there's not much to be done about that - at least until he can alter the situation.

In the meantime, while he's on board he uses small strategies to insulate himself at his most vulnerable. He claims a bottom bunk and uses a spare blanket to create a curtain for himself. When showering, which he does often, he goes as far as to magically lock the door behind him, and even changes before leaving. Anything to hide the scars. He refuses to have that conversation with...pretty much anyone.]

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[noctiphile]

[Guilt is not an emotion that visits Mattias. Not often. It comes and goes, fleeting as a bird's wings, never staying for long. He occupies himself with other sentiments, other goals. Things that don't weigh so heavily. Things that won't slow him down.

Yet still, some things slip through. A death, a wound, the look in Aaron's eyes as he stared at the blood. Those types of images haunted him. Made him restless, always moving. He couldn't leave it be. So he doesn't.

Unfortunately, the disappearing shapeshifter is a pain in the ass to track. One moment he's calling his name, the next, he's gone. It takes him a full day to finally corner him in the crew quarters, standing in the doorway as if that'd actually make a difference. Or maybe it's for another reason entirely. Who knows.]

Aaron? May I speak with you?