Iskaulit mingle

[lord_wizard]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: Feb. Drift Week (and beyond?)

[The fleet, more or less patched up after their battle, has once again left civilization behind for empty space. Maybe it's a good time to distract yourself and get away from the endless repairs and nothingness, though there might still be cleaning up that needs to be done here too.

Whether you're grabbing a broom or grabbing a drink, this is a fleetwide mingle for the Iskaulit.]

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[uprightness]

Hey.

[ he nudges his shoulder against hers. funnily, her scent brings back old memories of the war, gunpowder mixed with perfume, an oxymoron that seemed to work perfectly for her. ]

I'm trying to read through all the plays they have. Some of them have been really good.

[mucked]

Is that so? [ and she, in turn, leans into his lean. they support one another in silence for a moment. peggy resists the urge to turn her head and lay her cheek against his shoulder. they are, after all, in a public space. ] Tell me. What's been the favourite?

[uprightness]

I loved most of them but - maybe this one.

[ he reaches up for a dusty copy of A View from the Bridge and hands it to her. ]

It's hardly the happiest thing I've ever read but it was pretty good.

[mucked]

[ she lets the cover flap open -- perusing a few lines. arthur miller. the name isn't much familiar, but then again she can't be expected to remember a playwright whose career had just begun the very year she bolted for california. peggy turns a few pages. ]

What's it about?

[uprightness]

It's about Italian immigrants - the setting is actually in Brooklyn, just by the bridge.

[ which was the very thing that attracted to him to Miller's work to begin with. ]

It's narrated by a lawyer who tells the story of a man who fell in love with his wife's niece and how she eventually married another illegal Italian immigrant and he couldn't let her go. Never really read much of Miller but he seems to like to write about flaws.

[mucked]

Fell in love with his niece-in-law? Bit shady, that.

[uprightness]

Yeah, I have a feeling Miller like those kinda characters. I think I'm going to try and find something a little more cheerful next.

[ he smiles a bit and nudges his shoulder against hers again. ]

Think I should look for Shakespeare?

[mucked]

[ a snort. she's still got the miller play in hand, leafing through its pages. reading a line here. a line there. her eyes are on the book; she doesn't look up when she speaks. ]

Shakespeare? Cheerful? Even his happy endings seem a little sour. [ too tidy. everyone married off; paired up; besotted. ] Why the sudden interest in drama, anyway?

[uprightness]

Thought it might be a bit of change. I've been reading novels since I've gotten here and I went through many of these.

[ a beat and then he adds, ]

some of them twice.

[mucked]

You're my right hand man, now, Steve -- [ she responds, mock-stern. ] You need to learn how to redirect that voracious reading appetite towards paperwork.

[uprightness]

Didn't realize we had that much paperwork.

[ he folds his arms, arches an eyebrow. ]

So far, I've only really seen the ones we keep at the weaponry.

[mucked]

[ it's entirely possible he's never seen the paperwork attendant to the ship because she's a control freak who has hoarded it all to herself. ]

Roster changes. Supply needs. Logging blips and anomalies on the comms -- most keep them electronic, but I like to have hard copies made as well.

[uprightness]

That's a good idea. We had a bit of bad luck with the whole electronic storage space back when we were dealing with Ultron.

[ the easier to store and the easier to erase. ]

--- Wait, where do we keep them?

[mucked]

For now? One of the empty bunk rooms. Not an ideal solution.

[uprightness]

Not a bad one, either.

[ the ships only have so much room, after all. ]

You know, I've never realized there are stacks of paperwork in one of those. Has anyone been helping you with them?

[mucked]

Ahsoka did -- though I can't say she was well pleased with the task. [ not least of all because the young alien woman hailed from a far more scientifically advanced galaxy. ] It's not for everything, but I don't like trusting the ship's records. Not when our augments prove so fallible, and make us fallible in turn.

[ she doesn't need to mention wanda's recent memory problems. ]

[uprightness]

It's good thinking. Winn can probably work out a way to store information on one of his servers. I won't put something like that beneath him. That way, it won't have any connection to the ship's database.

[ and you know what? he has to laugh. ]

He'll be proud of me for getting it right.

[ database, servers. ]

[mucked]

[ a quick shake of her head. ]

It won't do to store any of it as ones and zeros -- [ look! she's learning things. ] Too changeable. He's been teaching me about how some systems can be hacked. It's good enough to keep inventory of our food-stuffs -- but my aim is for anything important to come with hard copies.

[uprightness]

Hacked?

[ he frowns. that's not encouraging news. she's right, however; the lesson was tough to learn with Ultron but it proved a point and that point is as valid here as it's been at home. ]

We're going to have to find some good storage space, then.

[mucked]

We've got twelve bunks. [ peggy gives her head a slight bobble, as though running the odds in her mind. ] And we're at seven crew right now. We can repurpose a room and we'll have plenty of warning before we hit eleven or twelve on the roster.