driftfleet | 07

Who: Winn Schott + you = awesome
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!

[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).

to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.

and then they do. on that flamingo.

he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...

[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.

he frowns into the camera ]

Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

After the food gets here, unless the delivery person's a phaser too.

That would be so weird and probably likely here. Way too many people out there sporting my powers. And it's especially bad when they have a bunch of extra powers already anyway. Mine is just one of their many powers.

It'll always be coolest on you.

[ kiss. ]

Oh my god, Winn. I'm already madly in love with you, what are you doing to me?

Adoring you. Shh just enjoy it.

I love it. I love you. [Kissing again before she goes to curl up as instructed.]

I love you too.

[ he strokes her hair until a knock on the door calls him away. he comes back a few moments later with the food. ]

You wanna eat or save this for later?

Mmm...food please. [Scooting herself off the bed. She's learning how this water nonsense works. Definitely still drowsy though.]

[ he sits close, and opens the containers, handing her a fork. ]

Ladies first.

[She starts with a shrimp.] Get in on this with me, Hot Schott. [Sleepy smile.]

Don't have to tell me twice.

[ he nuzzles her and yup he's eating one of them too. ]

[She nuzzles back and misses that initially. It's a few bites later that she realizes he's eating meat. Or maybe seafood just bothers him less? Is it weird if she asks? She'll just look at him curiously.]

[ it takes him a moment to notice the look. ]

...what. Do I have something in my teeth?

Nope. You and your teeth are beautiful. I was just surprised with your choice. It's, um, it's been awhile.

[ he looks down at his fork. it takes a second. ]

...oh. I ate everything back home. [ he's not really feeling what he used to feel when he looked at meat now. should that bother him? he's maxed out on being bothered, though. ]

That makes sense.

...We never really talked about it. [Just leaving the door open if he wants to add anything.]

Not really that much to say, when you know what being treated like dinner's like you just don't wanna do it to anyone else.

[ and now he feels guilty.

he'll reluctantly switch to the seaweed. ]

[She reaches out and squeezes his arm.] I didn't mean to make you feel weird about it, Winn. Whatever you need to do or don't need to do anymore is up to you. You don't judge me for my third slice of chocolate cake when cake is available and I won't judge any of your eating habits. Unless you get crumbs in our bed.

The only thing I judge about you having a third slice of chocolate cake is if you don't share it.

So demanding. [She leans over to kiss his cheek.]

Yeah, that's me, never satisfied.

So hot for round three. [Smiling at him.]

Hotter for you to get some rest.

[ he kisses her forehead. ]

But I promised you a round three. And science!

Both can wait, I'm not going anywhere. Besides...some cuddling time sounds pretty good to me.

[ he could use a little more sleep too. is that weird, after a 16 day nap? ]

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