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GOLDSTONE OCTOBER MINGLE

Who: Goldstoners and visitors and lurkers, oh my!
Broadcast: In prompts maybe
Action: Goldstone
When: October

[There have been some mysterious energy drains registering not only on the sensors but in the way the lights seem to dim for a few moments before returning to their normal strength. Maybe a non-essential computer terminal goes dark and needs to be rebooted. It's not causing any damage, but it is mysterious, no?

If you investigate through some special ability or using the ship's diagnostic tools you'll probably come to the conclusion that the energy is funneling into sleeping crewmate, Mon-El's, room and actually right into Mon-El himself. Alien cells are weird, guys.

It only lasts a day or two before he's awake and leaving the ship's energy where it belongs!

And enough about Mon-El, we have a new crewmate (Alphy) and a dead crewmate (Okita). These are exciting times!]

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[CLOSED TO KARA]
[He might as well have been marble for the last two months. He just laid in bed motionless, not even dreaming the kinds of dark dreams some of the others had to deal with in the recent star system. He probably looks a lot like he did back when he was in a coma after his space journey to Earth or even that time he was dying of the Medusa virus (he got better.) But he's looked this way long enough, so the first change is a shift in his regular breathing pattern. Just the smallest hitch followed by a deeper breath and then an almost imperceptible tilt of his head before his eyes slowly blink open letting in light and the forms around him.]

[OPEN TO ALL!]
[Look, everyone! The less effective security officer is back up and on his feet and walking around and really, really, really, really, really hungry. So you'll probably find him in the kitchen trying to get full on protein gels and wheat solids. Expect an elaborate tower of these not-so-coveted substances. Also, expect him to eat it in one large bite.

Visitors welcome.]

Edited 2017-09-30 22:42 (UTC)

[ Jayden is... not doing so hot. She didn't realize Okita was lost in the disaster until she'd returned to the Goldstone, so that makes two people she lost. And considering the other was Aizawa...

She spends a lot of time not on the Goldstone - she looks after Ochako in Aizawa's absence, and that takes absolute priority for her. But when she is on the ship, she's either sitting in her quarters with the door closed, running on the treadmill in the cargo bay, or... sitting in the pilot's seat, not moving, barely even blinking, staring at a spot way off in the distance - probably not even real. ... Yeah. She's doing that badly.

You might catch her awake long after most others on the ship have gone to sleep, sitting in the kitchen with a mug of coffee, hair a mess and huge, dark circles under her eyes. She won't speak unless spoken to, but she's around. ]

[With the Fleet drifting and the dead planet too far to detect behind them, Alphinaud has been forced to face his own demons practically alone. There was Rose, of course, but that situation is more complicated than not. He doesn't want to burden her just yet, not knowing the nature of their relationship.

So he makes plans in his journal. He walks the ship, measures the bridge instruments that he can read, learns the chemicals in the lab with a more discriminating eye. He goes through his resources again and again, takes inventory of his own skills, and of the usable things on the ship. He drafts evacuation plans for the Goldstone itself and calculates just how many people they could move with the ship and shuttles running at full capacity, with optimal performance.

It's comforting in a way, though the harsh reality is that there wasn't much they could do differently. Every single ship in the Fleet had been pushed to its limits with the evacuations. For those last few hundred people reported annihilated when the comet struck, there was no way to save them-- even if they hadn't been reluctant to come.

Alphinaud promises to himself that they would do better. That this would never happen again. And he wonders, a little, if Alisaie would have fared better in his place.

Late at night when he's unable to sleep, he curls up at the table in the kitchen with some tea and stares at his sketchbook. The view from Yanti Rock is depicted in incredible detail here... but he turns the page, instead, and begins to sketch something else.]

Edited 2017-10-01 02:22 (UTC)

[like everyone else on the ship, Tempest Isn't Okay either, but that's not saying much. She hasn't been okay since her coma and her update, and the planet chaos only built upon that. It's probably good, then, that she's used to being like this. Maybe.

(As the lights and machinery flicker on the ship when Mon-El starts to wake up, Tempest doesn't leave her room; in fact, the door is firmly close and the only signs of life are when she bangs on the wall and shouts "Get this bloody thing in order!" when the panic and anxiousness get the better of her.)

The door to her room is open more often this month, the plants she keeps in there occassionally traveling out to line the floor near the wall outside of her room as she cleans or organizes. Other times she's at on her bed, writing away in a notebook or reading a book. As though everything is absolutely normal and they didn't just watch a planet explode.

When she starts to notice everyone else's late night visits to the kitchen, though, she starts showing up earlier than that - early evening after dinner, to sit and sip tea and force herself to indulge in writing or reading or just staring at a wall.

Otherwise, she can found in a corner of the cargo bay, where she's begun to leave some of the plants that are becoming too big to just leave in her room with the littler ones. Anyone wandering by will hear her softly murmuring to them, though if she notices she'll immediately stop like it was never happening in the first place]

[Despite strenuously claiming to the contrary if asked, Crowley does genuinely feel awful about Okita. Mortals die, this is just something that is unavoidable, but that doesn't mean he's content when it happens. Of course, the demon is not one for dealing with grief in any reasonable or sane way, so he spends a good part of their Drifting Week generally making a nuisance of himself.

Perhaps you will find all the food dyed a weird yellow colour kitchen, or maybe you'll find the Jacuzzi in the bathroom has randomly been filled with tiny foam balls, or that the pinball machine in the cargo hold keeps eating up all their credits and not actually letting them play. Whatever chaos you fall into, he can be found at his usual post, lounging by his comms station, not really listening in to anyone's conversations for a change. He has a weird pig shaped pillow under his head. Don't question the pillow. ]

Edited 2017-10-01 20:01 (UTC)

[Felix processes the death of the planet in his own way. That they'd done everything in their power is what he's largely able to console himself with. The deaths of the few people that had not made it to safety pale in comparison with the sudden silence of the planet and the wave of relief that preceded it. In a way, it had protected the people that lived on it with it's life. Feeling sorrow for a planet is more difficult a emotion to quantify. Especially when he isn't sure if he should trust it.

He isn't fool enough to see that the crew is taking it hard, on top of the loss of Okita, and so he lapses into his own brand of introspective silence, though somewhat lacking in the over self-torture. His work provides a nice distraction from those thoughts, and the wizard can be found working on hand-written notes in anywhere from the kitchen to the engine room, the margins full of arcane diagrams and sketches of the layout of the Goldstone.

If you peek in on him in the quarters he shares with Crowley, one might find him sitting on the bed, gingerly trying to maneuver a colorful serpent in one hand while trying to offer a piece of meat or fruit in the other. The snake seems more determined to crawl up his arms instead.]

If I didn't know any better, I would suspect you were conspiring against me.

[Despite his frustration, it doesn't escape his notice that, had he not purchased the snake on a whim, the animal would likely never have lived at all.]

Edited 2017-10-03 06:54 (UTC)

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