heron october mingle

[rednecking]

Who: The Heron crew & visitors!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: The Heron
When: Month of October

[so . . . Some Stuff happened last month, didn't it. But it's a new month now! Whatcha up to, Heron?]

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[rednecking]

[Sawyer is a pro at pretending Things Are All Right. In fact, it seems as though the outcome of last month hasn't affected him at all. Of course, that's because talking about it may open up the door to all the other baggage he's been carrying, and we can't have that, now can we.

As like any month, you can find Sawyer reading a book almost anywhere; in the kitchen, in his room, in the cargo bay, in the hallway - wherever he feels like, if we're being honest. It may seem like it's more than normal, but it isn't, really, no it isn't a distraction from everything shut up. The books he's picking, though . . . they're certainly thematic. Thrillers and horror stories, because it's that time of the year.

Every so often, though, he can be found in the armory, matter-of-factly checking all the weapons for ammo, cleaning a random gun, or just standing there with his arms crossed glaring into space. It isn't so much him doing his job as it's satisfying some deeply buried something else, and if questioned he'll have some smartass excuse.

Otherwise, sometimes he'll head to the cargo bay to exercise on the stationary bike . . . with a book, of course]

[pain_train]

[Wrath has bounced back from the strain of the all-out evacuation and watching the world get destroyed--and some other personal stuff--reasonably well. Probably because she's already survived her own apocalypse, and she got to feel like she was helping people. Which is all she really wants to do anyway.

So with things settling back into her normal routine, she's spending time in the kitchen, sitting comfortably on a chair with her painter in her lap, drawing. She's also gotten back into her normal training routine with Officer Snuggles, using the cargo bay for exercise for them both when she can't be bothered to go to the Iskaulit.

She's also taking the First Officer thing very seriously, which means she's spending a shift on the Bridge to keep an eye on things, and making rounds on the ship fairly often to check in with people. Crew is important, after all.]

[reconstitution]

[ A few names and faces have changed on the Heron, but that's really nothing new. If you've survived a few months on the Heron, congratulations! Welcome to the ship of misfits, your captain is quiet and lurky most of the time, but cares for his squad deeply.

That being said, Bucky can be found in several key places throughout the month. He's a man of routine, so at any time during the day, he can be seen roaming the hallways, making his rounds and looking for anything out of the ordinary-- particularly late at night when the ship is mostly silent. More and more, the kitchen is a good place to find him, either refueling with coffee or sitting at the table reading a book. Or perhaps even cleaning his arsenal of weapons, spread across the table. (Seriously, how many knives does this guy own?) A small boombox sits nearby, playing a collection of songs they may have heard before.

Maybe you'll catch him in the wee hours of the morning in the cargo bay running on the treadmill or doing too many push-ups. ]

[legs4days]

[Oh boy, the past few days still weighed heavy on the Yellow Paladin. Seeing the meteor it the planet, knowing his friends were still on it and being powerless to stop it… It was a very real, terrifying experience. So Hunk did what he does best to relax and recenter himself. Bake.

And a lot of it. Hunk was off in his own little world, wearing crisp white apron, surrounded by copious amounts of sweets, way too much for one normal man. He counted his blessings that the Heron had a decent kitchen to work in. It wasn’t a 5 star restaurant but having powdered eggs was better than that artificially flavored gel they tried to push off as food….

When he wasn’t drowning in pastries, Hunk retreated to the engine room to toil away at some experiments Pidge and himself had planned. So far had hadn’t made much progress with finding out how the implants worked. Even so… it was something to keep his mind busy.]