Cohort Mingle

[complicatedliar]

WHO: Hux, Leonard, Keith, Natasha, Loki
WHERE: Whatever ship we're on
WHAT: Enforced in-person (UGH) mingling
WHEN: Event
WARNINGS: None thus far.

Seems like a good idea to have a post for mingling while everyone's trapped on the ship!

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Loki

[complicatedliar]

[You didn't just see that]

Loki hasn't liked anything about the situation thus far (except for Delta being around) and that whole loss of control/being kidnapped/being at the whims of unseen forces has had him grumpy. But this? Is even worse. Trapped. On a ship. None of the outer doors open to any amount of fiddling or threats. (Hey, sometimes threats work on inanimate objects. You just have to believe in them hard enough.) Short-range teleportation also doesn't work, which is absolutely infuriating.

Enough of this. Loki puts together what should be a simple, if energy intensive spell to phase through the metal wall of the ship and walk to freedom. Shimmering with power, he steps boldly forward... and runs face-first into the wall.

He staggers back, one hand covering his horribly abused nose. Then he quickly gives an experimental sniff and drops his hand, ready to wander off as if absolutely nothing happene.


[Boredom]

There are things worse than being bored, such as being skinned alive, but since that's not currently happening, the boredom is definitely the biggest problem in Loki's life. There aren't any books in the ship. There aren't any friends to keep him amused.

Maybe it's that he's writing on the walls. Maybe it's that he starts leaving little "surprises" for the poor bastards trapped in here with him, like spells that explode with color, light, or stupid noises, when a certain spot on the floor is stepped on or a package of protein gel opened. Maybe he's taken to flicking crumbs across the room with deadly accuracy. Maybe he's practicing silently following people around (though he certainly wouldn't do that to Natasha, he does know better from his own world) and seeing how long it takes them to notice. Maybe he's started replacing doors with illusions, just to be an asshole.

The possibilities are endless and incredibly annoying.


[Games]

Another phase of boredom is creating game boards. Nominally for strategy games, which may or may not be familiar to anyone who comes upon him playing against himself. Honestly, sometimes it looks like he's just making the ruels up as he goes along. He probably is, knowing Loki.

[You Didn't See That]

[tiedonastring]

[Hux was fuming as he stormed through the corridors of the ship. At first when he was brought onboard he thought that meant they were going to lift off and head on out. No he found out too quickly at they were shoved onto a ship with no way out and they weren't going anywhere. He had even been trying to rework the wiring himself.

He did how ever stop enough in time to note the other's attempt to leave the ship. He didn't hide the amusement on his face.]

Seems that magic can't even break us free. I was never one for magic.

I am sorry in advance.

[complicatedliar]

[He's incredibly annoyed that someone saw this moment of embarassment. But it isn't the first time, and it won't be the last, and he isn't about to let some little mortal think he's an object of ridicule.

Loki rests a hand on the damnably solid wall and leans against it as he turns to look at Hux. He takes his time examining the human--yes, definitely human, he can tell by the smell--like a curious little bug that's wandered across the floor that needs identification before summary execution by bedroom slipper.

His tone is a low, amused drawl as he answers the second half of the man's statement:] I can tell.

No need to apologize. I knew what I was getting into. :)

[tiedonastring]

They've used their own source of magic to whisk us here and onto these ships. I doubt that even your magic would be able to get us out at this point, regardless of how strong yours is.

There's an obvious point to locking us up on these ships. So I doubt they would make it easy to get out.

[Hux frowned more at the situation then at the other. It was easy to say this out loud then to actually admit it. His own failures frustrated him.]

[Boredom]

[outstandingbalance]

Natasha didn't really intend to interact with anyone here, least of all Loki. Not out of animosity so much as irritation with the whole situation. She doesn't want to play along. She doesn't want to bond.

She has her limits though. And apparently it's writing on the walls.

"Really?"

[complicatedliar]

The writing shivers, sparks, and then begins to drift away into multicolored smoke. "Bother," Loki comments.

Though it's nice to see Natasha, and he shoots her a genuine sort of smile. He's distracted enough at the moment to forget that the chances of this being his Natasha are vanishingly small. "I could do something existentially depressing and Russian, if you'd prefer."

[outstandingbalance]

He's not so lucky; the smile catches her by surprise. She and Loki haven't been at odds in years, but they haven't ever been on what you'd call friendly terms. To the extent that Steve felt the need to speak to her on Loki's behalf.

Her surprise is short lived though at this point.

"If you're taking requests, I'm sure we can come up with something."

Bones

[thatsjusttypical]

1. Nothing like being stuck on board a ship with four total strangers, most of whom seem bad-tempered. Not that Bones is a walk in the park by any means, but he needs people like Jim around him to balance him out. When everyone's grumpy, it becomes a badly perpetuated cycle of sass and eye rolls.

After checking out the med bay, Bones heads to the kitchen to make coffee. He already misses the replicators and how quickly they're able to churn out things like coffee and food. After the coffee percolates and he pours himself a cup, Bones finds himself distracted by something else in the room.

For whatever reason, there's a statue of a chicken in the galley. Bones finds himself staring at it as he drinks his coffee, because what else better does he have to do anyway?

He only has one question: "Why?"

2. Honestly, the bunks aren't that bad, especially compared to the run-down hotel they've been staying in. He misses his CMO's suite on the Enterprise, but this will do. He had tried to claim a room quickly before he went off to inspect the med bay. When he comes back, he finds someone sitting on his bed.

"Uh. I was in here earlier."

1

[outstandingbalance]

The chicken isn't new. Not for Natasha, at least. She's seen it before. Being familiar with it and knowing why it's there are two completely different things.

Which leaves her with just one answer: "Why not?"

[thatsjusttypical]

She's kind of right, isn't she? Why not? Bones shrugs.

"Why not any of this?" he asks, and takes a sip of the coffee. It's probably akin to battery acid, but you got used to bad coffee in space. "I honestly don't even know why I ask anymore."

[outstandingbalance]

"I'd assume because you expect things to make sense." Most people do, but bringing back the ships like this, it's layering their new captors absurdity on years of the Atroma's and the crews trying to work within it. "But it's not going to. Not really."

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[tempredmental]

Keith looked up at the voice and then glanced at the bed.

"Oh... you claimed this one already?" He got up. "Sorry."

[thatsjusttypical]

He kind of realizes that it's a jerk move. It's not as if any of his things were in the room... not as if he had any things here. Thank God his tricorder was on his person when they'd all gotten sent to the ships.

"I mean... it's probably not that big of a deal. All of the bunks look the same except for the captain's one."

[tempredmental]

Keith's expression darkened just a bit with the mention of the Captain's bunk, but he nodded all the same.

"Yeah, they do. But, it's still nice to know that someone else isn't sleeping in your bed, right?"

He'd been through the whole room claim thing a few times before already. He wasn't put out or anything. In fact, he started moving towards the door after picking up his black and red motorcycle jacket. Better hope Bones doesn't have an allergy to space wolves or snow leopards... There was a leopard cub that came out from under the bed, and there was a bit of bluish wolf fur on Keith's black t-shirt. There was also an empty knife sheath strapped to the back of his belt...

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[complicatedliar]

Loki glances up from where he's sprawled untidily across the bed, one foot slowly moving in a way reminiscent of the tail of a cat. "Were you?"

He waves a hand to take in the small space. "Must not have been terribly long."

[thatsjusttypical]

"It wasn't."

Honestly, did it matter much? All of the bunks were the same except for the captain's bunk, which Bones didn't feel right taking. From what he can tell of this man, he's kind of surprised that he didn't take that room.

The doctor shrugs. "Whatever. I didn't put anything in here. Not that I have anything to put in here anyway."

Keith

[tempredmental]

[Keith was poking around at the pilot console on the bridge, grumbling and cursing a few choice words in alien languages at the lack of response. He'd learned enough Galra and Altean curse words in the past couple of years that he had a pretty decent repertoire.]

Quiznak.

[He slammed his fist down as yet another option didn't work.]

I used the stupid data point, what else do I need?

Re: Keith

[complicatedliar]

[He observes all this from the doorway, because really, it's the only entertainmnet around.]

Less faith in kidnappers?

[Loki finds the idea of willfully getting a brain download... repulsive. ]

[tempredmental]

[Keith glanced over his shoulder, studying Loki for a moment as if he was trying to judge something.]

Maybe. [He frowned.] This isn't my first time with this stuff, though.

[He crossed his arms, glaring back at the console for a moment as if it had done something wrong.]

You know anything about these ships?

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[outstandingbalance]

There's something vaguely insulting about being on the Starduck instead of the Vaquish. She recognizes the ship, and maybe it wasn't so bad. Peggy had even invited her to join the crew once, back when it was the Starstruck, but it was an invitation she'd turned down.

She never even thought of herself as particularly invested in being on the Vaquish, even after she'd become the captain of it. She hadn't minded leaving. Still, if she has to come back, it seems like she might as well get her old ship as well.

On the other hand, maybe it's better this way.

The whole train of thought is mostly borne out of boredom, the fact there's not much else to do other than think and watch the feed for new messages. Natasha can be found in the kitchen doing the latter most of the time, usually either at the table or more often sitting on the counter and drinking some flavored beverage or other and keeping an eye on the network for updates.

[tempredmental]

"Anything good in the news?"

Yes, Keith was being snarky, but he was just as bored as Natasha at this point, and frustrated to boot. He hadn't thought he'd actually be disappointed to not see the Huntress among the other DF ships that had arrived, but he had been, and now he was stuck on one he'd never been crew for.

And he'd been separated from Lance. That bothered him. He was also terrible with confinement. While he had tolerated it for the first few days as best he could, it was starting to fray his nerves at this point.

As he spoke, he entered the kitchen and started rummaging around for something... anything... that looked interesting enough to either eat or drink, even if he wasn't actually hungry or thirsty at the moment.

[outstandingbalance]

"There's never anything good in the news," Natasha says in a deadpan, barely looking up. She doesn't have to look at him to get a read on his mental state. In this case, it's not that she's good at reading people either. They're all thinking the same thing.

"I hope you missed peanut butter flavored protein gel."

General Armitage Hux | Star Wars

[tiedonastring]

[Hux was fuming. He hated the fact that once again he was whisked somewhere with out his here say. Nor did he understand what their full intent was behind this little operation.

He was a little excited to be back on a ship, but it wasn't operational. It reminded him of the Bishop but it wasn't quite the same either. They were obviously similar design that the Fleet had used.

He tried hard to get the ship to work and nothing would cooperate. Millicent meowed at him curiously as she simply followed him along the corridors. They were locked in this ship for a reason and he wanted to figure out why. It was time to see who else he was stuck in this ship with. Looking up on the new network wasn't providing any information that was useful. Just others being in the same situation.

"Millicent, let's go and find out who our new crew is." Hux idly commented. He was never one for idle conversation, but since Millicent had been reunited with him, he found himself casually talking to her like she was another person. Usually only when he was by himself. Millicent simply looked up and meowed back as if acknowledging him.

[tempredmental]

Millicent would eventually catch a familiar scent of another pet on the ship. As she and Hux came into the kitchen, an adolescent sized blue wolf was laying on the floor, clearly bored as he pawed at the leg of one of the chairs. His ears flicked in their direction before he picked his head up to see who had just come in, and his nose twitched as he took in the scent to confirm who he saw.

His tail lazily thumped on the floor.

[tiedonastring]

Milli flicked her tail at the familiar smell. She seemed excited and not apprehensive of it and carefully began to lead Hux into the kitchen, wanting to greet her friend. By greeting her friend it was a friendly pounce on Cosmo's tail as it thumped on the floor and chirped a hello.

Hux found himself smiling at the cat's antics and the fact that it meant with Cosmo being on board Keith was somewhere around. "Hello, Cosmo," Hux greeted the wolf. "I'm afraid I don't have any treats on me." Instead he made to scratch behind the wolf's ears.