Open: July Starstruck mingle log

[wingedman]

Who: Crew of the Starstruck and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Starstruck
When: July, post-calibrations

[July on the Starstruck is so bright, you gotta wear shades. Good thing everyone has a pair now! In other news, the first mate is in a coma, the captain is hella cranky, and the tunes now feature Lady Gaga and Queen.]

Comments

[mucked]

I could have. [ she allowed. ] But I didn't.

[ then, she adds: ] I thought about the look on Steve's face if he learned I'd turned you down outright.

[willynilly]

[Ochako blinks in surprise at that, then ducks her head with a quiet giggle.]

That's a pretty good reason, I guess. He does have that kind of face.

[When he's being stern, that is. He's plenty nice most of the time, but ohhhh, he sure can be a proper adult when he feels the need.]

[mucked]

Not unlike a scolded puppy, at times.

[ because apparently peggy isn't really thinking about his stern face, just now. ]

[willynilly]

He's a pretty big puppy.

[Especially to petit teenage girls, tbh.]

I can keep an eye out for good tea when we're on different stops, if you want. I didn't know you liked it this much.

[mucked]

He wasn't always -- [ such a big puppy.

peggy pushes onward, though. she knows she shouldn't entertain too much conversation about steve. it'll only send her back into another funk. ]

That's very kind of you. Honestly, there's no need to fuss on m account -- but if something catches your eye? [ peggy's head bobs a moment. ] I wouldn't say no.

[willynilly]

[Ochako takes note of the avoidance and makes a mental note not to bring him up again. No wonder she's unhappy- he's still asleep, after all. She probably misses his company.]

It's not really a fuss or anything. I like tea, too! And I miss the real stuff sometimes. And I bet it isn't just us, either.

[mucked]

-- Max'll have a cup from time to time. But only if stolen from someone else, I suspect. The brute will never make it for himself. [ a beat. ] What of your teacher? Does he drink tea?

[willynilly]

Oh, he does! But he's not really fussy, he'll drink whatever's in the kitchen. Coffee, tea, juice, pure shots of adrenaline...

[She's joking on that last one, probably.]

[mucked]

I can't decide if that's better or worse. [ than someone who just drinks coffee, perhaps. ] Alright. Because it's on account of a good helping of the crew, and for more than just ourselves, you're free to source as much tea as you like for the kitchens. Lord knows we'll never really have a surplus.

[ ...as if she ever needed peggy's permission. ]

[willynilly]

[She didn't, but it's nice to have anyway.]

Aye, aye, captain! I'll do you proud.

[mucked]

-- Of that I have no doubt.

[ it would be sentimental, maybe, were it not delivered in an iron tone. ]

Oh, but -- have you found the lounge to your liking? It's a bit of a shame we didn't have a proper change to enjoy it before we were all whisked away last month.

[willynilly]

Yeah, I really like it! It's super cozy, and it's nice to have a place to hang out and see everybody. Before it was just the kitchen, or everyone hid out in their own rooms... it felt kind of lonely.

[mucked]

The furnishings leave a bit to be desired -- but I think our Max is already working on changing that fact. Turns out he's handier than he sells himself to be.

[willynilly]

Ooh, he can build stuff? That's really cool! I wonder if he needs any help... my parents work in construction so I know a few things, myself.

[mucked]

I'd say there's no harm in asking. But this is Max we're talking about.

[willynilly]

....I mean... he's not incapable of accepting help, is he?

[mucked]

Incapable? No. I wouldn't say that. But he's damn well near it.

[willynilly]

He's gonna get himself into trouble again if he's not careful.

[mucked]

I don't know if you noticed, my dear, but 'careful' doesn't describe many of the crew aboard this ship.

[willynilly]

...That's... true...

[goddamn why is their ship full of reckless heroics

......them being two of 'em]

[mucked]

We might be hard-pressed to decide who among us is the most sensible.

[ or most reckless, for that matter. ]

It may be a tie, perhaps, between Sam and our new cook. The former is altogether too reasonable and the latter certainly does like a lecture -- so long as he's giving it.

[ she should probably stop talking. ]

[willynilly]

Ooh, they're nice people, too! Maybe sense and kindness go hand in hand naturally with some folks.

[Or it's coincidence, who really knows. She's willing to give them the benefit of the doubt.]

[mucked]

Nice? Truly?

[ -- peggy doesn't know if she'd call either of them nice, exactly. sam perhaps comes closest. ]

If we're to discuss niceness then I suppose that involves a whole other shortlist.

[ and she suspects ochako would be near the top. ]

[willynilly]

...Well... I mean... they could be less nice, if they wanted.

[She thought Sam was pretty friendly?? And Rip made her shitty pancakes, which, while shitty, was nice of him.]

[mucked]

[ peggy suggests a simple explanation: ]

Or perhaps it's you who makes the differences. We all might find it easier to be nicer when you're in the room.