Twin Roses Mingle (visitors welcome)

[passingthrough]

Who: Twin Roses’ crew, friends, and lookieloos
Broadcast: Unlikely
Action: Twin Roses
When: March 2019

[Not much has changed on the Twin Roses since their stay on the Marsiva. No crew changes. No promotions or downgrades, although Vash is no longer co-captain, but rather first mate, in case anyone missed it and Krolia is still somewhat new among their ranks.

There aren’t even any stale donuts lying around which also means the plants in the garden and pets are thriving and their food stocks are still going strong. Yep, just totally normal stuff after being gone over a month! And probably no weird things to talk about after seeing each other’s memories. Business as usual here!

Also, there was the part where they attacked the Marsiva afterward for a hot minute. Just another normal day in the life of the fleet.]

Comments

[upon arrival | ota]

[sassy_assassin]

[ Sara is readdyyyyy to be back on this ship. it'll never be her ship, but it's familiar, and has significantly fewer people ]

Home sweet home-ish.

[ she goes straight to make a cup of coffee. it's been a long month ]

[passingthrough]

Well, that was bracing. [All of it. Just all of it. Being away in even closer quarters, the nightly mental invasions and oversharing, and the blasting holes in the Marsiva thing that didn't get them all magically home and might cause retaliation, but that can wait until after some coffee.

Kitty leans on the counter and nods toward the coffee maker.] Mind making enough for two?

It does kind of feel like home, doesn't it? You know, I didn't think of it at the time, but I had my third year anniversary of being here over there.

[sassy_assassin]

For you? I'll always make extra coffee.

[ she makes sure the sugar substitute is nearby ]

Three years? Jesus. I'm not sure I'm in the home-home part of it, but it's something.

You doing okay?

[passingthrough]

[She covers her heart with one hand to show how touched she is by this coffee pact.]

I am. There's actually kind of something about them messing with our minds here that makes me appreciate how little they overtly mess with our minds here. [They could and probably are doing it in subtle ways constantly with the augments.] Not that I'm giving them praise mind you. I've just had worse. And most of the time this place doesn't feel like a constant act of survival.

What about you? How was your first calibrations?

Kitty Pryde | OTA

[passingthrough]

Ship wandering
[In the days that follow their return you can find Kitty...everywhere. That first moment when you realize nothing was damaged in their time way it's great. In the moments that follow it's deeply unsettling. So she finds herself going from room to room checking and rechecking for anything that might give away that the ship noticed the passage of time. There's something about it that echos a little too strongly of her time in MarinaNova Asylum. Things were constantly reset to normal there. Made a lot of sense to when they found out it was all just a shared virtual reality. She's always wondered if this place was the same on a much larger scale. So, she might be looking through cabinets in the kitchen or checking behind storage crates in the cargo bay or examining the controls in the shuttles or even knocking on your door to see if she can look at your room too. She thought about just slipping in herself, but she didn't. Points for that?]

Aftermath
[As their drifting period extends she settles back into her more normal routine working in engineering and at the Iskaulit in the Malum. Reading books, training, and having a certain boy in a red jacket spend nights over at her place with the big bed which wasn't really a thing before calibrations. She was mostly spending nights in his room with the small bed. Her direwolf forever-pup roams the ship with her sometimes. It's kind of nice getting back to what passes for normal. And also, a lot of people saw a lot of stuff in her head and she in theirs and there is shit to talk about. Anyone want to point to an elephant in the room and talk about it?]

Vision's Receptionist
[Since Vision is otherwise occupied (if you know what we mean) he has routed his calls briefly to Kitty. She will no doubt handle it in the most professional way possible at all times. Please reach out and touch someone.]

Wildcard
[Whatever. Whenever. We're meant to be together.]

did someone say something about elephants

[candothat]

[It takes Pavel a couple of days after their returns to their respective ships to make it over to the Twin Roses. He's had a new ship and a new crew to adjust to, Spock's apparently in the Fleet, and, oh yeah, there was that thing where some of the ships were firing on the Marsiva. It's been a lot. As much as Pavel wants to see Kitty, he also wants to not be a confused and disoriented idiot when he does see her. The regular idiocy will undoubtedly be more than enough.

But he makes it over and he finds her, and hopefully they'll talk and it won't be awful.]

Kitty, hello.

The best things to point at and name!

[passingthrough]

[Will it be more or less awful if she just starts with a hug when she sees him? Hopefully less because that's what's happening here! It's a little because she's just glad to see him and because it's been a minute. But also everything between them does just feel so emotionally charged much of the time since they've been in the fleet that hugs just always feel like they are in order. Still, this one is less to comfort and more to greet so it's not as lingering.] Hey, you.

[candothat]

[Hugs are the best ways to start most conversations, especially after spending time in each other's heads! He hugs her back briefly, already less nervous about any words that might happen. They're friends; they'll still be friends after today.] How did you know that hugging was the first item on my agenda today?

The Vision - Action, OTA

[unbearablynaive]

[In the first few minutes after they arrive on the ship, the Vision hastens to use their laser cannon to shoot at the Marsiva. While he's leery of hurting the potential consciousness inside, he also recognizes it as a unique opportunity, and knows they must awaken it somehow. Perhaps this can be the equivalent of slapping it awake.

After, he quickly inspects the ship and his Engineering segment. Everything seems to be all right, but he'll do an in-depth check a little later. For now, he disappears into his room and isn't to be seen or heard from for the next day. All calls to his communicator are redirected to Kitty during this timeframe - and, since he's asked several people to check in, it might be getting some significant traffic. Sorry, Captain.

Once that's taken care of, though, he's back, in a good mood, and found all over the place, inspecting everything from his plants to his fish to the general facilities and food stores. He'll strike up conversation with crew and visitors alike, if they approach him.]

[cajunspice]

[For the most Remy has turned a blind eye to those who had tried having a go at their oh so lovely hosts and their ships, to ignore those that had tried to attack them in the past. Hell, he gets it in a way, in his early days here he use to pull parts of the interiors apart, trying to find those supposed cameras before settling in and just living here. But this... this was well beyond what he expected to happen. Let alone from the very ship he was on.

Racing through the hallways to find out where and who had set off the Twin Roses' attack, he stand stunned in the doorway for a moment before barking out violently.] What the fuck do ya think ya doin'?! [Swearing in English was rare for Remy, even with their translators he had always seemed to get his use of French mix across, maybe because it was his normal speech pattern. But this? This was unusual, as was the heat in his voice, that bite behind it. Remy LeBeau very rarely got angry, despite everything he's gone through. Sorry Vision, just seems you're the target for it at this moment.]

[unbearablynaive]

[The Vision appears calm, though he's scowling to himself as he runs their cannon through its cool-down process. It's true that he hadn't exactly discussed this with anyone ahead of time, but there hadn't been much room to do so, either. He looks up and nods, having half expected someone to react like that. His voice is clipped and harsh, not like his usual soothing tones.]

Expressing my displeasure at being forced to relive my worst memories every night for the past month.

[cajunspice]

[The tone and answer he got back stopped Remy in his tracks, mouth hanging over as his brain caught up to fill in the words to answer.] By firin' on the people who be keepin' us alive here?!

I though ya were suppose to be the smart one here! [And while he doesn't mean to, really doesn't, those raised tempers were having effects on Remy's mutation, loosening his hold he normally had on it as energy he held back started to show more, an extra glow to his eyes making them appear pure red. He had kept really quiet on them, not told anyone how he was battling with them. It was easier than making people worry, to let them know they were living with a bomb that might go off at any time. Remy had it under control, he used each planet they had to burn off as much energy as he could.

And worse case, he would just take himself out first before hurting anyone else on board. Better a small bang than a big one.]

Remy LeBeau | OTA

[cajunspice]

[Getting back to the Twin Roses was good, just for being back in his own space, with a better food stock, and most importantly, getting to see his terrible trio of cats again who he had greatly missed while away. Others may be more cautious, but he’s just happy to be back.

Or for the most he is. While Remy does try to get right back into his normal routine around the ship and also setting up the Space Bar for business again, he certainly is in a poor mood over the next week or so. It’s not due to what they had just been through, for all the drama their little dreams had, he can’t really remember them. So sorry if someone has had some sort of revelation thanks to him or emotional growth or fall back, he won’t remember it happening.

No, he’s angry over what had happened once they were back on their ships, the attack against the Marsiva. Give him time and he will go from being furious, to annoyed and pouty, to getting over it. While he does so he will be found about the ship, cooking in the kitchen for himself and others, training in the storage area, playing with his cats in his room and around the activity area, just trying to act like everything is normal and he’s not upset.]

[passingthrough]

[It's been a few days after they fired on the Marsiva, maybe not enough days, but she has something on her mind and when she thought about who to ask she just kept coming back to Remy, so here she is knocking on his door.]

[cajunspice]

Come in! [The answer is yelled through the door, at least letting her know he is in. He has been a bit more cooped up of late between his normal events, a bit more quiet than normal. But he's working on fixing that, though in this case it was using his cats to cheer him up, lounging on the bed with one on his lap as he uses a laser pointer against the wall to distract the other two.]

[passingthrough]

[She slides through the door—no opening required.] Hey you. Have a minute for a fourth Kitty?

[therewerefifty]

[The poor mood definitely doesn't go unnoticed, but Makie isn't in the habit of prying, and calibrations by themselves could explain it. Still, she's watchful at their next French lesson, her tone even gentler than usual. Ironically, the attack on the Marsiva also put her out of sorts, but it's more a deep uneasiness and a feeling that it really wasn't a wise move. No outright temper.

Other than that? Same old same old.]

I'm glad to see your cats seem to have survived our absence intact.

[cajunspice]

Hmm? [Honestly, Remy's trying not to pass it onto others, keeping his feelings on it all to himself. And he used to be so much better hiding his emotions, but as he had gotten closer to others, trusting them, he had let those walls down more and hid less of himself away.

And annoyed as he was, Remy could still manage a smile and warmer tone for Makie.] Yeah, it be. If we were in a place on a planet or something I wouldn't had been as worried, they from huntin' breeds after all, but stuck on this ship they wouldn't had much a chance.

[therewerefifty]

[She smiles, lifting her fingers to warm them over her still steaming tea.] I never did ask. Are they from home, all three?

PRIVATE PARTY - Kitty / Vision / Wanda

[passingthrough]

[Kitty started with a quick text message over the communicator to both of them to see if they had some time and could meet with her. It was probably a little strange that she requested to meet in their room, but she wanted privacy and their shared quarters are larger than most personal rooms. But the biggest reason is just that she wants Wanda to be somewhere she's comfortable, because the thing she's about to ask isn't going to be easy.

She gives their door a knock and waits.

She's not sure what she's going to say. She wants to be honest in as few words as possible. It might be better to wait until they're at the next system, but it's hard to say when or what kind of place the next one will be or even if those places are more secure. The augments are always in their heads after all and if any part of the reality show premise is to be believed there's no way they aren't recording everything that happens in the various systems. Even this plan might not be safe, but some people took great pains to share information with her in as covert a way as they could and she wants to return the favor. But it means she needs Wanda to do it.]

[seeingscarlet]

[A moment later, the door slides open. Wanda's still sitting on the bed - yes, she absolutely used her powers to press the button to open it. What good are terrifying levels of power if you still have to get up to answer the door like a normal person?]

Come in.

[It's a cozy room, as far as rooms on the Fleet go. Wanda's lived in some pretty bleak places so now that she has disposable income, comfort is a high priority. The first thing she'd done when the Fleet had stopped at a proper commerce hub was upgrade the bed.]

You wanted to talk to us?

[unbearablynaive]

[The Vision, meanwhile, is sitting at one of the desks with the chair swiveled out to let him face their guest. He looks pensive, half expecting this to be about the backlash he'd received for firing on the Marsiva, but in that case why would Kitty involve Wanda?

He gestures to the other chair, made significantly more comfortable than the default thanks to some liberal applications of cushions from Libuscha IV.]

Please, feel free to sit down. What can we help you with, Captain?

[A reminder that he's ceding right of precedence to her, despite how present his own memories of being a captain have been lately.]

Makie | OTA-ish to all

[therewerefifty]

[She's not officially back on the ship's roster yet-- may need some help with that-- but that doesn't stop Makie from moving right back in anyway. What's left of her belongings are here, and after the Marsiva she'd rather just be back amongst people who are at the very least comfortable to her, if not outright friends.

...not that you'll see much of her. She's avoiding the common areas, though one can still find her visiting either the med lab or sneaking into the kitchen to get some tea. It's not you guys, it's her. Over the next couple months she'll probably get a little more sociable, but now she has a disease to treat and it sucks.]

[passingthrough]

[If the Makie won't go to the common areas then the Kitty will just have to go to the Makie. She knocks on the door that's not officially hers in any Atroma-approved way, but that doesn't stop it from being hers in every other way.]

[therewerefifty]

[Makie's not particularly surprised at the knock; she's certainly not averse to visitors. That's one thing that has definitely changed in her years on the Fleet. She glances up from the book in her lap.]

Come in. [It's soft, but should carry well enough. Not like she was really taking in what she was reading, anyway.]