tinglin for a minglin

[geonomy]

Who: Vanquish crew and visitors!
Broadcast: Nah?
Action: On the Vanquish and around the planet!
When: Right meow, and also for March

[Vanquish crew? Up to things? It's more likely than you think.

Get in here, it's time for a mingle!]

Comments

[castrationfist]

[Sometimes, Caster just hangs out around in her spiritual form, invisible and just watching people. Sometimes, she does wander the ship, or depart it for the worlds where she can enjoy nature.

Today, though, she's doing neither of these things. Today, she's carrying Clay's fox around in her arms, and they appear to be talking to each other. Or, at least, Clay's fox makes fox noises, and Caster responds normally. It's about like hearing one half of a conversation. And, of course, when Caster spots someone, the fox yips, and Caster fixes you with a judgmental look.]

Eh, really? Is that so?

[Apparently the fox can talk to foxes. Who knew?]

[geonomy]

[Clay's just minding his own business, putting together a quick snack to munch on before he gets back to work on analyzing the data he got from the planet and from the Institute. Then he hears a familiar nip, then a voice as he turns to look at them, his smile fading just enough to compliment the confused expression on his face.]

Uh... what?

[castrationfist]

Heavens me. Oh, it's nothing.

[She covers her mouth with one of her sleeves, but still manages to look scandalized.]

[geonomy]

[... Yeah, he's totally falling for it. He looks between Caster, then Cosmic, then Caster again.]

... What, can you understand him?

[castrationfist]

Of course I can. Did you think a fox can't talk to another fox?

[judgment intensifies.]

Well, it's a good thing Cosmic is so fond of you.

[geonomy]

[...]

W... What'd he say?

[castrationfist]

Do you think I'm a gossip?

[she's pouting now.]

[paraclete]

[Kaworu's time on the Vanquish is, lately, dedicated to beautification. Or, what he considers to be as much. There's some of the routine stuff: he adds pretty things to places here and there aboard the ship. His idea of pretty things ranges from something expected—plant life, colorful streamers, and ... glitter—to things a little more unusual. For example, he can sometimes be found placing rocks of various sizes in various places. He always does it with a soft and wondrous smile.

Though, he's doing everything with a soft and wondrous smile, lately. Kaworu's been one for smiling in the first place, but discerning people may notice that these days, he's positively over the moon. As it were. So there's the glitter and there are the rocks, but there are other things, too... Lately, he's been trying to cook. Or... something? He mixes together a great array of flavors, but it's only once in a while that his efforts turn out better than a nuclear disaster. Perhaps that's to be expected, but... he does eat every dish, every time. No complaints from him aside from murmurs about how some mysterious individual (not so mysterious if you've listened to him babble about Shinji Ikari) may or may not like it.

So endeavors like these are common right now, and it will be easy for you to find Kaworu puttering around with stars in his eyes. Whether you catch him decorating or "cooking", he will probably be humming—Rachmaninoff, Liszt, Beethoven, and even... the Beatles?]

[geonomy]

[You know, there's a rock outside his door and whatever. Clay just picks it up and carries it under his arm to set on the planet later.

But now Kaworu's in the kitchen making his... concoctions... and Clay has to watch, somewhat fascinated, with this rock under his arm. And listening to him hum - he kind of recognizes it, but he was never one to get into a wide variety of music.]

Soooo... what're you cooking now?

[paraclete]

[Kaworu's smile is absolutely brilliant, and so innocent, when he asks,] What exactly, again, constitutes a soup? This has dried fruits, though they're pitted, and I added some of the peanut butter paste to the broth.

[...Broth...

But he's not done yet. Oh no. His next questions are dangerous for Clay:] Do you like that? Would you like to keep it in your room? I don't mind.

[geonomy]

Uh...

[... Broth...

But oh. So. That's why the rock was there.

He blinks, looks down at the rock that he was absolutely planning on just tossing out, then looks back at Kaworu with a nervous smile.]

I! Sure! I like it a lot! I was just... here to ask you about it!

[paraclete]

[Kaworu may appear to be a socially awkward oddity, and... well, he is, but he's also spent a very long time learning about how people's feelings work. So he parses the nervousness in that smile. He deciphers those pauses, and the frantic speech. His own smile is quite gentle in response.]

Of course, there may be other places it would better suit. Can you think of somewhere else you'd like to see it?

[geonomy]

[Cripes. He really is the worst liar. Clay glances upward and rubs at the bandage on his nose as a nervous habit. Gah, talk about being put in the spotlight.]

W-Well, I mean. It can stay by my door! Or, I dunno...

[THE GROUND?]

Maybe in the docking bay? So that it's like... coming in... from the outside?

[hollystrike]

[You can find Katie surprisingly on the bridge in the last days of February, Licorice perched on her shoulder and both of them staring intently out at all the stars beyond.

The more time wears on, the more disappointed she looks. Inasmuch as it's very dramatic disappointment and she sighs heftily after a while if someone's in earshot, tucking into a can of tuna.]

[scanninggaydis]

[....Those sure are dramatic sighs.

Felix spends about 30% of his time on the bridge anyway, even when they're visiting a planet, so at some point, Katie and he will be inhabiting the bridge at the same time. Felix is at the piloting console, poking at the nav computer. Finally, though, he looks up, an eyebrow raised.]

...Something wrong?

[She clearly wants an audience.]

[hollystrike]

[In some ways she never really grew up past ten, okay. When he asks, she turns to smile brightly at him, waving her fork.]

I could be eating cake instead of fish. When's our ship going to crash into another one?

[I may be starved for excitement.]

[scanninggaydis]

[Felix, being who he is, completely misunderstands the intention of her complaint. His eyebrow hikes a little higher.]

I feel like you could obtain cake in less terrifying ways.

[He likes this ship as it is, thanks.]

[hollystrike]

And also less interesting ones. Cake is always the most fun when it's unexpected cake.

...I wonder if it's possible to separate the ships after. Like a Gemini deal.

[scanninggaydis]

We're going to have to disagree on that.

Probably depends on the way in which they're welded together. Although I wouldn't put anything past the Atroma, at this point.

[huaaaaagh]

(A) voice; to clay)

Clay! Hey, Clay, do you have a minute!?

[HE JUST REMEMBERED A THING]


(B) action; on the vanquish )

[He's visiting! Yeah that's it. Come pester at will.]

voice;

[geonomy]

Huh? Yeah, what's up?

[WHAT UP BABY BRO]

voice;

[huaaaaagh]

[omg nO]

Do you know if you have a rapier in that room of weapons on your ship?

voice;

[geonomy]

A rapier? Uh... I think there's some, yeah! You wanna check them out?

voice;

[huaaaaagh]

Please, if you don't mind! It's really important!

voice;

[geonomy]

[Oh wow, well if it's really important...]

Then come on over! Vanquish is always open for you!