natalie "awkwardly cares" goodman (
robitussin) wrote in
driftfleet2017-04-02 07:56 pm
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Who: Goldstone crew
Broadcast: n/a
Action: yes!
When: the month of april
[So, we have rumors flying around, possible sponsor drops in our midst, and any other shenanigans that might be going down! What are you up to, Goldstone?]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: yes!
When: the month of april
[So, we have rumors flying around, possible sponsor drops in our midst, and any other shenanigans that might be going down! What are you up to, Goldstone?]

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The fact that Felix changes and does most of his daily routine closed off in the shower also has nothing to do with the condoms, but when he emerges from the stall, wet-haired but dressed, to find his crewmate brushing his teeth, he pauses.
He could absolutely be sympathetic, but Mon-El hasn't quite earned that from him. Instead, he opts for gentle teasing.]
Getting ready for a date? [He smiles into the mirror Mon-El is staring into]
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Mon-El rinses his mouth before responding.]
My date doesn't want to see me right now, so probably not.
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Was she really upset about those ridiculous rumors?
[As far as he knows, none of them are even true, so what is the problem?]
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that being said, he's still not thrilled about the idea of repeating the experience. even heroes need backup sometimes, right! he decides this request is better made in person so after texting mon-el and making sure that he's free - he hops on a shuttle and heads over to the goldstone. ]
Hi - [ he waves when he gets off the shuttle, and smiles even though it kinda hurts. can people stop punching him in the face now? ]
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Wow, what happened to you? [Moving forward.] Are you okay?
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[ that does not get any less weird to say every time he does it. ]
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[ The next time Jayden tries to squeeze in a quick run on the treadmill, she finds something else on the cargo bay: one excessively large crate, about knee height and equally long and wide, filled with... a lot of yarn. Most are varying shades of blue, but there are some silvers, purples, and reds in there, too. Lying on top is a note: " Fan Theory: Jayden's soul is tied to her Ghost with invisible string! "
Jayden's staring down at the crate, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, completely unamused. Her Ghost, meanwhile, is scanning the yarn crate, as if he's going to glean any special information about it. (He's not. But he can hope, right?) ]
... Yeah. Because that makes sense.
2 > Wandering
[ Weird deliveries aside - Jayden is regularly seen in the kitchen, sneaking snacks; in the cargo bay, working out or playing pinball; or on the bridge, sitting in the pilot's seat while she either practices, or just hangs out with whoever else might be around. Her Ghost is pretty much always with her, hovering nearby or floating around the room. He won't say much unless directly addressed... but to be fair, neither will she, most times.
But she'll have a conversation with any who show up - crewmates or visitors alike. Come meet one of the pilots! Just ignore the resting bitch-face. ]
3 > wildcard
(( hit me up with whatever you'd like ))
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He almost turns and leaves. He even get as far as the turning around part, but he hesitates, spinning back around on his heel. Admittedly, he's been avoiding his crew ever since his abrupt and dramatic exit from the Goldstone last month, but if there's one thing Felix hates, it's silence.]
Aren't you lonely here all by yourself?
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A little, sure. [ She shrugs a shoulder. ] Been quiet on the ship lately - aside from the random-ass shipments, I mean.
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[He leans lightly against the back of the comms station chair]
Given our pre-destined course, I'm sure it's not necessary for you to be here at all times.
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The flashing lights are so cool...
Oh, you've almost got it!! Don't give up!!!!
He makes fists, determined, sending good waves her way. Only, well, not. But he is muted in his cheering for you.]
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... until it inevitably drops. She sighs. But hey, at least she got a hell of a lot of points that round!
She finally looks around, spots Takeshi, and looks a little surprised - definitely not who she thought might be game-stalking. Not... that she had any idea who would be. But you know. Still. She jerks her head toward the pinball machine, indicating that he should come closer. ]
Can't see well from all the way back there, right?
[ Meanwhile, she'll get ready to launch the next ball~ ]
You want the next game?
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I don't know... I don't know how good I'd be!
You seem real amazing at it.
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[Ever since the rumors have been popping up, Okita has been going around the ship and removing all of the ones that relate to him. He wakes up early in the morning, scours the ship, removes whatever he can find, and then jettisons them into space. It happens again around noon and one more time before he sleeps. So it might seem strange that while everyone else has rumors about them on the ship, it seems that "Soujirou" is severely lacking.
Until Saizou is sitting in the middle of the hallway, chewing on a dropped piece of paper that reads:
--is lying to everyone he meets. His real name is---
Or
--won't make it past Season Four, I bet.
Or
Soujirou is secretly in love with--
Okita has just come back from jettisoning the rest of them when he sees your character with the fragment and freezes.]
Oh, I'm sorry. Did Saizou take something of yours?
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[Anything else? Hmu]
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As he glances to Soujirou, however, he smiles. It's not an entirely nice smile]
I was sincerely hoping not, but this doesn't look like any of my notes. Who is it that you're in love with?
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Crap.
He wants to grab that paper back, but instead he kneels down to call Saizou over - that betrayer. Time to play dumb.]
Is that what it says? How strange.
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Oh, no not that I can tell. I just saw him chewing on this and figured it was a bad idea.
[She shrugs. She had only glanced at the paper and wasn't sure if she should ask him about it.]
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[Okita reaches out and takes the paper, giving it a quick glance before crumpling it up like scrap. He definitely doesn't need her asking about it, but since the important parts were missing, he could just...pretend it wasn't his.]
He's not used to being trapped within walls.
[Saizou grunts and starts snuffling, looking around for something else to chew on.]
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[Felix considers the large open with a skeptical expression, but considering what's been going around the fleet he's fairly certain he got off lightly. Inside is a collection of lengths of ribbon in a rainbow of colors from neon to jewel-tones to metallic. Naturally, there are notes stuck all over the box (and in other places on the ship), reading things like:
"Felix is secretly a cat"
"The reason Felix doesn't like to get wet is because his hair is where he keeps his magic"
"Felix used to be a woman"
"Felix's hair is full of secrets"
He peels them off one by one, reading it, then tossing it aside negligently.]
I'm not even sure which of these rumors these are supposed to be attached to. [He largely mutters that, but considering he thinks he's alone, not all that quietly]
B. Alleged Engineer
[His recent change to ship's engineer has meant that Felix has had quite a bit of learning to do, so he eventually finds himself in the engine room. Not tinkering, no. One look at him is enough to be sure he's not quite the type to get his hands dirty.
He is, however, standing over the engine reading a book and occasionally glancing from the pages to the whirring machinery.
He's trying. Kind of.]
C. Wildcard
[The rest of the time, when he's not up at the Iskaulit, Felix can usually be found reading in his room, playing solitaire in the kitchen with what looks to be a tarot deck, or taking time to wash his expensive and carefully curated (and still woefully small) wardrobe.
The wizard is plenty social, especially after being cooped up on the Iskaulit for a month, and getting to know his crew has become a matter of catch-up. There's still a touch of hesitance to it nonetheless, as he hopes the avoid questions about his panic attack following arrival at the water planet. It's not his favorite subject. But then, that applied to a lot of things about his life]
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Maggie punched someone so hard they became a Walker
Maggie feasts upon the flesh of her enemies
Maggie once ran over a boy with a tractor
[Absurd rumors (save for the one about the boy and the tractor) kept popping up all over the Goldstone and eventually Maggie had given up trying to track down all of them. Having resigned herself to her fate of questions from the crew, should they choose to ask. If they didn't - well, that was alright too.
Maggie can be found in her office with her sponsor drop of a remote control tractor whirring about the Medical Bay. She was currently making it do circles around one of the exam tables and smiling to herself.
Later on, she decided to venture out of her office and about the ship, her little tractor whirring along ahead of her. She's careful not to run into anyone but occasionally it has happened.]
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If only to tease her a little bit about some of these, because honestly, they're ridiculous. Once he's on the Goldstone, he sets off to find her. Rounding the corner, he's met with a remote control tractor which he side-steps. Maggie's not too far behind. ]
So, you can bench press a tractor, huh? [ The shittiest little grin. ]
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[She has a devilish grin of her own, steering her little remote control tractor back to her feet before scooping to pick it up.]
Somehow I believe the one about you and the pudding though. You'll eat anything as long as it doesn't bite you back.
[Since he's a growing boy and all that. Seriously though - 112 ounces of pudding?!]
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Can you really bench-press a tractor??
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[She grins, clearly teasing.]
What are you up to, Captain?
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