driftfleet | [Semi-open] Stress finally takes its toll

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[Semi-open] Stress finally takes its toll

Who: Shiro and Ulaz, Shiro and you
Broadcast: No
Action: on Duotera (for Ulaz), the SS Blameless (open)
When: Throughout this week
Warnings for the Ulaz thread: Mentions of Shiro's year in captivity, possible mentions of torture, experimentation and losing his arm; Shiro having a panic attack with flashes of said memories.

1. Closed to Ulaz

[After a really, really shitty month, Shiro must admit it: Ulaz arriving has been a blessing for his mood. Part of him knows it's messed up that people are brought back from death, but it's not like he can do anything about Atroma's plans (yet, he hopes) and damn if he won't enjoy something nice actually happening to him for a change.

He already lost one "purple". Let him have the other.

They arrive to a nice system, too, which also helps, considering they're still waiting for the third dream to happen. One less thing to worry about. So the main issue in Shiro's mind now is... questions. So many of them. When Ulaz arrived, Shiro wanted to give the poor man time to settle down, so he kept himself in check. But he can't wait any longer.

So time to make a good use of the planets! Duoatera has a nice climate and beautiful hills, so Shiro invites Ulaz for a hike. With only nature (and Procyon of course) surrounding then, they can have a private and calm conversation while exploring. So here is Shiro now, near the hills area, dressed in a nice jacket and ready to go, dog sitting next to him like a good boy.

He smiles when he sees Ulaz approach.] Hey. I'm glad you came. Have you ever gone hiking before?

2. Open - SS Blameless

[Maybe you heard from Ulaz, or from Shiro's teammates, or his crew - or maybe you've just been wondering why Shiro hasn't been around much. But the story is only one: someone finally passed out from all the stress and is now stuck in bed. And hey, maybe you've also been wondering why that someone hasn't taken the captain's room when he's now the only captain of the ship.

Well, wonder no more! Because that's where he is now. You can thank the very tall and very strong purple alien for that.

They haven't moved his stuff yet, but Procyon (now quite bigger and with longer hair) is there with him, taking advantage of the bigger bed and taking care of his master at the same time. And Shiro does have his communicator and tablet, because resting isn't a word he knows of.

He's bored, alright.

So if you're visiting him, you'll find him going through documents on his tablet. Please stop him before stress starts going up again.

Or maybe you are just passing by for whatever reason, making your way through the Blameless' slippery hallways. Since the captain's room currently has the door open (you can also thank the alien for that), Shiro will see you walk by and take the chance to speak up.]

Excuse me, can I ask you for a favor, please? [He almost sounds... ashamed? To be asking this. He feels silly asking for little things he could be doing himself, okay.]

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[It's taken flipping long enough, but Shiro's finally moved to the captain's room. Lance makes a reminder to buy a fruit basket for Ulaz, or whatever the Garlan equivalent of one is. Unfortunately, Shiro's also sick, which...isn't that unsurprising considering the ball of stress he'd become.

He's walking into Shiro's room now with two mugs of tea, one for the sick boy in question. Lance raises an eyebrow as he puts one down on the nightstand.]

What's up, fearless leader?

[It had been a weird couple of weeks for Ulaz, having essentially woken up from apparent certain death in a weird ship only to be transported to another weird ship. Well, at the very least he had found a group of people that he had known from home.

The upside to this was that not long after arriving the ships had reached a group of planets where one was inhabitable currently. It had been a while since he'd been on a planet and not just on a base or a ship. Not like the Galra carried about their medical officers doing anything but that... being medical officers. So he was going to take the chance and explore the great outdoors.

And then Shiro invited him to come along on a hike. At the appointed time, he showed up, arriving to find Shiro with his dog]

Of course I would come.

[Shiro had invited him]

It has been while since I have been hiking. Are there usually opportunities like this with?

[And he is ready to go whenever Shiro is, glancing down at the dog. He'd seen a lot of different species before, but this one was new as well]

[Keith leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirk firmly in place.]

Only if that favor doesn't involve me letting you get out of taking a much needed break.

_{[ As it turns out, he's come to visit Shiro. That things have turned out like this isn't exactly a surprise. He's been in a similar position before, though Bones has taken more action to curb that in recent years. It was hard being in charge of a rowdy group, wasn't it Shiro?

Anyways, here he is, knocking before simply stepping into the room, a small box underneath his arm and two juice packs. Sorry. No beer this time, Shiro. ]}

You know you're not supposed to be working on bed rest.

_{[ If you were Lance, he'd bonk you on the head with a juice box about now. ]}

[ Before her conversation with Ulaz is even finished, Lioriley has already started to make her way toward the captain's quarters. It takes her a few seconds longer then necessary, mostly because she isn't sure where the captain's quarters are, but eventually she makes it.

Just in time to be asked for help, as it were. She can't help but frown — never so excited to see people in bed with the knowledge that they were not feeling as well as they should. ]

Of course. [ She answers without thinking, half in the room and half out of it now. ] Your friend Ulaz informed me of what happened. If there is anything you need, I am happy to oblige.

[Of course Sokka came as soon as he got wind of this. As he enters Shiro's quarters, and catches him on the tablet, he folds his arms- leaning on the door-frame and letting out a loud, over-dramatic tutting sound. ]

I'm pretty sure that doesn't count as bed rest from stress, dude. That looks like the opposite of that.

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