everybody's starstruck in june.

[mucked]

Who: starstruck crew & visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: aboard the ship
When: june

[ another month; another mingle. but there are changes in the air! the starstruck has some fresh crew to boast of, as well as a spiffing new lounge. things have been difficult, lately -- the common area might make for a great place to decompress and socialize with your fellow starstruckers.

after all, it seems the captain's gone and requisitioned max's record player. for the first week in june, it'll be returned again and again to the new lounge. good luck hiding it from her, rockatanksy.

ready steady go! ]

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[mucked]

[ margaret elizabeth carter doesn't say a word. oh, she stays so bloody silent. standing in the lounge doorway, she leans her shoulder up against the frame -- head tilted in amusement while she watches him measure what needs to be measured.

it's been a tough few weeks. what happened back at the asteroids had staggered her -- gutted her, more like. and she doesn't like the way failure stings deep beneath the skin. but witnessing a moment like this one? max, reaching out and affecting change on in his cramped little world aboard the starstruck?

well. it cheers her up. it reminds her it's not all shite and theatrics.

peggy leans there for as long as she can get away with it -- watching him until he notices her. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He doesn't look up as he works, full scowl more one of focus than of annoyance.]

M'not a one-man play.

[He knows it's you, Peggy. You creeper.]

[mucked]

Good. [ she doesn't miss a beat; he mightn't look at her, but she doesn't stop looking at him. ] If you were, you'd be closed within the week. Duller than watching paint dry on a post office.

[ except he's really rather not. peggy's entertained by how he's taken to fixing up the wobbly furniture. it's an unanticipated joy found in dragging his sorry arse into the lounge, time and time again, to try and collect his record player. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He rooollls his eyes and focuses immediately on the most pressing matter:]

Shouldn't take people's things just because you're on a vengeance streak.

[He's assuming as much, anyway. What'd he even do to earn this cruelty.]

[mucked]

No one can enjoy it when you've got it stashed away in your lair, Max. [ she strides into the room, headed for the crate of records. ] You're like the dragon who's gone and kidnapped the princess. I'm merely the hero saving the day. Every day. As many days as it takes.

[theroadwarrior]

It's mine. I earned it.

[He looks hard-pressed to change his views on that. He'd worked to buy the busted thing, fixed the hideous thing, gotten the records for the refurbished thing. He glances up, something profoundly scheming in his expression.]

Do we share our things with everyone now?

I could make a list of things in you and Beau's room I could borrow.

[mucked]

[ call her bluff, dear max. she dares you. ]

Oh, doubtless you'll look downright lovely wearing my colour. [ she taps her bottom lip. indicating, it seems, her lipstick. ]

[theroadwarrior]

... Would be good substitutes for crayons and pencils.

[Well if she doubts him...........]

[mucked]

[ there is a brief flash of horror in her eyes. god, no. suddenly she might possibly regret what's come to pass; lipstick doesn't come easily or cheap among the stars. at least, not in the colours she prefers. ]

What do you want crayons and pencils for, hm?

[theroadwarrior]

[He hums thoughtfully.]

Maybe give the walls a little more color.

It'd be a good shade for 'em.

[This little shit.]

[mucked]

Oh, not you also. [ wow, time for such an annoyed huff. ] Have you been talking to Steve?

[ -- he wants to paint a wall. ]

[theroadwarrior]

He's threatened to use your lipstick to draw on everything?

[Careful, you might make me like him more.]

[mucked]

He threatened to paint our bedroom. [ our. she's testing it out. it's a new development in language, even if the arrangement is old as sin. ] With paint, fortunately. Not my favourite red.

[theroadwarrior]

[....]

S'there something wrong with it?

Ahh. Painting. With actual paint.

[mucked]

[ she hums her confirmation. ]

Painting -- [ peggy echoes. ] As in a landscape. Or a scene. Not just one simple colour to cover the whole damned thing.

[ please be sympathetic to her displeasure in this, max. even if she's a record player thief. ]

[theroadwarrior]

... Sounds nice.

[He shrugs, sitting back finally.]

Don't see the harm in it. Enjoying something. Doin' something.

Better than staring at the walls.

[... So. What Max does, half the time. Also he totally is not taking your side here.]

[mucked]

[ it's gonna be like this, is it? ]

Perhaps he can paint your shuttle next.

[ gloves, off. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[Eyebrows raised. And curiosity gets the better of him as he frowns his disapproval.]

Huh.

You're worse than usual today.

[Threatening the shuttle, taking the record player, and being so very combative, even if it's in a relatively nice way.

He just wonders.]

[mucked]

Worse than usual.

[ oh, no. ]

What the devil does that mean?

[ perhaps she is a bit more testy, of late. new arrivals on the ship make her get a bit overly formal. peggy tries to put her best captain's foot forward, and likely overcorrects. or else maybe she's still reeling from their unintended hug a few days prior; the thought still makes her throat constrict. ]

[theroadwarrior]

Very... hmm.

[He holds up his fists, as if he's about to box; a little sign language for a description that he can't put into words.]

... Easier to piss off.

[He's hardly one to take back words, because he almost always means them.

He points at himself.]

You mad at me? Is this about the pins?

[mucked]

At you?

[ about the pins? heavens. she's floored -- just for a moment -- that max would still be worrying about it. peggy's upset about a lot of things just now. and some of it does revolve around max. but she's not...god, she nearly laughs. ]

Not at all. Not one bit. Max, you did nothing wrong.

[ she, however, has been up to all sorts of mischief. ]

[theroadwarrior]

... Wrong enough that you take my stuff.

[He says, motioning a lazy hand toward the record player.]

... A lot.

[mucked]

-- Would you have come to the lounge at all this week if I hadn't?

[ is she trying to say she...likes you? wants to spend time with you? is this a schoolyard playground? who knows. ]

[theroadwarrior]

... Hard to say.

I was too busy trying to figure out new places to hide the record player.

[mucked]

[ a beat, before she needles a little further. ]

None of them were terribly good hiding places.

[ they'd both been on this ship just about as long as each other, after all. they're the solid old veterans of the starstruck. arguably, they know the ship equally well. ]