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Who: Gil
Broadcast: Open
Action: Blameless
When: After he wakes up

[Network]

[Gil is awake now, and kind of disturbed by the whole going unconscious for a bit. The network gets another poem. It's not entirely serious, because the Blameless hasn't totally made up their mind about the cargo yet, but Gil's okay with taking some creative liberty.]

There are many things one might call me
Some have even used to the title 'brainiac'
But one of the things that I know
Is that I'm also an insomniac

So imagine my laughable shock
At waking up three weeks late
And finding the world is different
And my crew's ready to take the bait

But I'm not one to complain
(Shush to all you who would call that a lie)
So let's crack it open and hope the inside
Doesn't force us to say good-bye

[Action - The Blameless]

[Despite his playful response to this whole thing the idea that he was out of it actually really irritates Gil. He went to sleep willingly for 600 years, he wasn't really planning on sleeping through life again.

He doesn't really seem irritated though. He seems more distracted than anything. He can be found in the engineering room once he wakes up and realizes what is going on. He runs basic checks and diagnostics, making sure that nothing has really changed the last few weeks, all the while mumbling to himself about all of the things that can go wrong on a ship if it has an engineer who sleeps on the job.]

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[Well, he's still glitched when Gil wakes up. So that means he immediately goes to see him when he sniffs that Gil is in a new location...as a wolf.

The man will likely find that things are running just fine. After all, there are two engineers on this ship and Biffy's mate is one of them. He knows for a fact that Lyall would never allow anything to fall apart while on the job.

So when he trots into engineering, he tilts his head in confusion. Because why would things go wrong if they still have a perfectly fine engineer while Gil slept?]

[Gil trusts Lyall just fine, but there's something about having peace of mind for himself.

He turns when the animal comes into the room and raises his brow.]

Did someone get a new pet while I was away?

[The wolf actually gives him such a look at the question.

No, Gil. In fact, he shakes his head too. No one got a new pet, alright?]

Do you honestly just react to what I said or am I going mad?

[Then, after a moment, it dawns on him] Oh. Right. Werewolves?

[That's not a yes or no question so he waits patiently. Luckily Gil is an intelligent man who figures it out quickly and soon he's nodding again.

Yes. Werewolves. He's one of them right here.]

[Thankfully, the Blameless as a second engineer, although Lyall will readily admit that in spite of the Augment he is not as up to date on the technology as Gil is.

But the ship is still up and running and nothing broke while he was on his own, so he counts this as a success.]

I have logged every happenstance with the machinery while you were... indisposed. Nothing special to report. Some extra maintenance after that joyride our dear Captain saw fit to undertake, but that's it, really.

[He really is so relieved that Lyall had joined the crew before he went into his fun little coma, but there is that paranoid part of his brain that works through all of the things that could go wrong so he still wants to double check for himself too.]

Yeah, I know. And I don't want to seem like I don't trust you, yeah?

I just... I feel better making sure I'm up to speed on all of that stuff.

[A pause.] I hope me going all 'lalala' over it doesn't make me seem like an asshole?

I can understand. No offense taken I assure you.

[After all he hasn't been here very long. Maybe once they are more used to working together, it will be easier.]

Is there anything else that needs doing while I am here?

Nah. I think since you kept things so tip-top there's not a lot for me to do either, honestly.

That's gotta be a trip, yeah? Most of this info got dumped into your head, didn't it? How does it feel to make use of it?

It's pretty fascinating, actually!

[Did you know, Gil? The werewolf is actually a science nerd!]

The way the machinery works here... so many of the scientists of my world are trying to come to exactly that result, but we are still far from it. So to see all of these things that are functional, some of which no one I know has ever even dreamed off? It is a fantastic opportunity.

I only wish I had more talent for it, as it is not my specialty originally. I'd love to see some of the schematics for those machines.

Edited 2018-09-07 19:22 (UTC)

I can try to draw what I know up for you? The tech here's not what I'm used to be back home but a lot of the basic theories are the same.

Just, you know, without the mass effect fields. Which is still a wild trip for me because space travel's supposed to be impossible without it. [He may have forgotten that Lyall as no idea about mass effect.fields.]

[Yes, you've lost him there.]

I am... not familiar with the concept, I am afraid.

[With Gil asleep, Felix doesn't have a lot of reason to visit the engine room. Lyall seems to have it well in check and...you know, the reason Felix spends time there is to chat with Gil.

So it's when he sees a new piece of, uh, poetry on the network that he realizes Gil is awake. To his credit, he does not rush to visit........but okay. There's not a lot of time between reading the text and slipping into the engine room.

Gil's busy looking over something with his back to Felix, so he moves over to him to put a hand on Gil's arm. To get his attention.]

Hey. Good to see you on your feet.

Edited 2018-09-05 03:16 (UTC)

[When Felix comes into the room, Gil looks up and smiles at him.]

Good to be on my feet. Anything exciting happen while I was gone?

[Once Gil looks up Felix backs off a little, tucking his hands behind his back.]

No, pretty much smooth sailing. I guess something probably will happen soon though.

[That whole mysterious delivery they have to make. And the fact that, yeah, this crew is probably too curious for its own good.]

Something always does.

[He looks over Felix for a moment and then leans back so that his butt is resting against the console. His arms cross over his chest.]

But at least I get to look at you in the meantime.

[Yep, there's that flirting. It occasions Felix's usual response, eyes dipping to the floor even as he smiles faintly. Pleased but....eternally unsure what to do about it. One day he'll speak up and get Gil to stop.

...One day.]

I guess there's that...if nothing else.

[He's not that exciting!]

[Gil tilts his head.]

You know I like looking at you, right? Like... A lot.

[His gaze flickers up for a few seconds, that smile kind of wry.]

I think I understand that, yeah.

["I like looking at you too" is what he doesn't say.]

[Gil smirks that that wry smile, enjoying it a little too much.]

I'd hope. I haven't been exactly subtle.

But...we should probably figure out what that means, shouldn't we?

[The first thing out of Felix's mouth is:]

It means something? [But then he takes a breath and that smile turns into a wince and a look of remorse because that was really glib. And he doesn't mean to be mean to Gil. The guy doesn't deserve that, as much as Felix thinks it would really put a stop to all of this.

He doesn't want Gil to hate him. For one thing, they have to live in close proximity. And while he's kind of used to his crewmates thinking he's a piece of shit...no. Not this time. Because the other thing: he still wants Gil as a friend. If that's still possible.]

No, sorry, I don't mean that. Look, Gil, you're a good guy. Really. I like... [Another inhale, an exhale, his eyes sliding off to the side because he may as well admit it.] I like being around you.

But if you want more than what we're already doing, you....you shouldn't.

Edited (i can't close tags to save my life) 2018-09-26 03:50 (UTC)

[Gil raises his brow at that, because it's such a weird way to say it.]

Shouldn't huh? Is that because you aren't interested?

Look, I don't mind just saying friends who flirt. It's a ton of fun with you. I like it. And I'm the kind of guy to do things that I like, but being put to sleep for a month made me think about... trying out more than that.

Everything we do is so temporary. Here, or home. It doesn't matter. It's all just one life, one unwanted vacation on his crazy ship. And pretending to stand still if there's a chance we could be something more...

I just wanna know if it's even possible, understand?

No, I'm...it's not about interest.

[He'll admit that much, even though he probably shouldn't. When he said he liked being around Gil, he means it absolutely non-platonically.]

I do understand. I just....think you don't know enough about me to make an informed choice about wanting more.

[Felix still isn't making eye contact. This is...about as tough as he thought it was going to be.]

I don't know if I'm...the person you think I am.

Alright. That means the next question is a bit of a mouthful, hm. Who do you think I think you are?

[Despite himself, a laugh wells up from Felix's mouth as a response to that phrasing. It's just on this side of incredulous, because it shouldn't be funny but it sort of is.

He manages to look up properly, sobering quickly.]

....Someone less damaged. Someone with less baggage.

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