pub crawl o'clock

[airily]

Who: Zaveid and the fleet!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Right now!

So.

Who wants a drink?

[ Someone is not very happy about the things he's remembering, no sir. As always, resonance permissions are here! ]

Comments

[airily]

[ All of the memories from the calibrations still stick around and they make Zaveid feel heavy; with age comes the ability to move on from the bad times, to work forward and push yourself, but with a literal refresh of all the horrible memories he had put behind him... He needs some time to adjust. Even the company of a stranger is easier than the company of the familiar, now, and he hates that it leaves a lead weight in his stomach.

He's supposed to be better than this, after all. He's the one the others go to when they need someone to take care of them - they might not see it like he does, but it's still the truth. ]

Research, huh? Is there something that important up in the sky? [ It just seems so pointless to Zaveid, who's entire life is the wind and dragons and promises. Fighting to go high into the sky when there's a whole world to search... There's nothing really there for him.

Shaking his head, he makes himself a little more comfortable, pushing hair from his face. ]

Don't worry about it. I know some people who work here. [ Not that going around kissing Dezel is going to get him free drinks, but it means he doesn't worry too much about hanging around and making a spectacle of himself without someone being there to kick his ass.

A year is a long time, though, and it makes him breathe out a harsh little noise. ]

You used to being here yet?

[torsion]

[ Getting older is shit.

She's adapting to aging as well as she can, but missing time changes things up. There's so much she wants to accomplish, so many things she desperately wants to do but it feels like that time is closing in on her, passing by much too quickly. The little lines beneath her eyes, the way she looks in general... it's not unwelcome, but it feels like just yesterday she'd only left the army. It would be easier if they were here. If he was here.

All she can really do is gather herself up and act as she would were she back home, with all of her friends and the work she was still dedicated to. ]

Knowledge for the sake of it, knowledge that could be adapted to something we could use? Knowing more about the universe isn't a bad endeavor.

[ But it's interesting that he questions it. She supposes even she can understand it, it seems silly especially if getting to a point where it's "useful" may not happen even in a hundred years. Science can make a mess of things, though, if you aren't careful. That's one thing she knows first-hand.

She peers at him with mock-suspicion, eventually offering a mild shrug. Everyone knows someone who knows someone. A friend of a friend (of a friend). ]

As used as I think someone can get to this. Not so sure about the whole planet thing, though. That's something that I might never quite get used to beyond maybe a routine for it.

[airily]

[ It helps, probably, that his appearance isn't going to change at all - he's reached the peak of his power and his maturity and, so this is the face he has for the rest of his life. It's easier for Seraphim, he supposes, than it is for humans. Mortality is dangerous and makes people unpredictable, makes them deadly, and he's learned the hard way that sometimes being around humans can be worse than it is good.

He's getting better, though. He trusts humans more, now, and he thinks that might be a good thing. He trusts Sorey, and isn't that enough, after all they've been through?

Still, sitting around and lamenting things isn't exactly why he'd come here - part of it was, of course, but another part was his own desperation to get away from his thoughts, even for a little while. ]

Sure, I guess not. I suppose it just seems impossible when there's no technology for it where you're from.

[ It's a completely foreign concept - before he'd come here he'd never imagined going into space or anything like it, but here they are. He can't exactly ignore it now, can he? ]

The planets are better than the ships sometimes, y'know. They can be a real pain in the ass, especially with how stuffy they are.

[torsion]

[ Must be nice to be young for the entirety of your life. It wasn't until more recently that she'd really begun to take notice of her own age, at least physically. The shock of blonde hair in the mirror had been something else, as had the way her skin had become even more pale than it previously was, but being in control of herself, leaning in toward a mirror and seeing all the little imperfections compared to ten or fifteen years ago... they became more noticeable. It's an odd feeling.

Jill really only has exposure to one thing that's humanoid but not where she comes from and those are usually quite deadly. Trust doesn't come easily with anyone, but outwardly she comes off as if she'd stand on a table and fall back and expect someone to catch her within the first fifteen minutes of meeting them.

Trust is something earned and it's never quite as easily done as it should be. Part of it is experience and age. Doors begin to close, people seem more as they are instead of what you hope for them to be. ]

I understand. I don't see too much of a point in it myself considering the problems we haven't fixed on our own planet -- it seems wasteful, I guess? [ She's a tad sheepish, like she's worried she may have implied something previously she hadn't meant to. Jill shakes her head, shoulders briefly raised in something like a shrug. ] Mm, that's good to hear. It just kinda feels like you're stuck in a car or in a house and unable to leave when you're just on a ship, even if the ships are pretty big. I haven't even been here very long and I'm feeling cabin fever set in.

[airily]

[ It feels like staying young, but at the same time he feels his thousands of years - he feels ancient when he spends time around the people younger than him, especially those that are in their teens. Sometimes he forgets things that happened centuries before and sometimes he remembers them as clearly as if they were yesterday; he doesn't know what to do with himself other than suffer through it.

Sometimes it's hard to sit and remember all the people that are gone while you keep going - children and friends and all the humans he had left behind - but he doesn't know what else to do. He has to keep going forward because there's no other choice, not really.

It's easier to have a moment to himself and sit and drink, especially when his ghosts are literally on the ship haunting him. ]

There's a lot to do, huh? Seems like that's a universal problem. [ No planet is good or safe... Even with Sorey around there's always a risk of another Lord, another Shepherd needing to be around... ] You'll feel better when we get to a planet. Loads of room to stretch your legs and annoy the locals.

[torsion]

[ The only conclusion is that age sucks, period.

She'd commiserate the best she can in a situation where it may arise, but you can never know the extent that others go through. In this situation, in particular, it's one she couldn't even fathom. She figures he's around her age, thereabout; give or take a few years. Jill gauges him around twenty-five or so. She's able to derive pleasure from the company of any age, though so long as they're solid people. Thus far she only gauges that she doesn't dislike him and that his company isn't unwelcome. ]

Always seems to be the case, doesn't it? Glad I'm not terribly indecisive. [ There were other options now, but it didn't feel like it was so open she was left standing still. She's careful not to drink too fast and let it all hit her hard, but it does wonders for easing her up. Whatever nerves were a little prickly earlier have already disappeared into the empty half of her glass. ] Be pretty funny if it was a minuscule planet we ended up at now that you've said that, right? Guess it'd be easier to cover in that case. Around how long do we stay... uh, would "docked" be the right term? Anyway, around how long does the fleet usually stick to a planet?