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!

Comments

[tempredmental]

[Cue slightly startled look. Blink. Blink. Keith frowned just a little, but decided not to say what he was thinking.]

Right. Just be patient.

[He wasn't good at being patient, but he'd learned over the years. He took a breath... in through the nose, out through the mouth... something of a sigh to gain focus.]

At least we have real beds and decent supplies in here instead of like... a broken down hotel.

[complicatedliar]

[ Loki's smiles. ] 'tis a learned skill. Easier for some than others.

[ Because he's heard that tone before. Often. From Thor. ]

Indeed. I've come to the conclusion that, as prisons go, it could be far worse. It is thus far a more pleasant one than the last I was in, for example. Though it may only be a matter of time before our... hosts decide to start conducting medical experiments on us.

[tempredmental]

[Keith quirked an eyebrow.]

Maybe... maybe not. It's not guaranteed either way, to be honest.

[complicatedliar]

Better to be pessimistic. One is less often disappointed that way.

[tempredmental]

Oh, I know. [His tone dropped a bit into a darker one.] Life seemed to really have it out for me for a while there.

[complicatedliar]

Oh?

[ An invitation to talk. He's got his listening face on. He also doesn't care on a personal level, but it's always more useful to have information on people you might later have to manipulate. ]

[tempredmental]

[Keith quirked an eyebrow, and then looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head.]

Long story.

[There was a figurative wall there. Keith didn't really hide his emotions, but he rarely shared the reasons behind them. Especially to people he didn't feel comfortable enough around. He also just didn't like dredging everything up by talking about it.]

Let's just say I understand and leave it at that.

[complicatedliar]

As you like.

[ Even not wanting to answer is its own sort of answer. ]

We might be trapped in here for quite some time.

[tempredmental]

[Indeed it is.]

Probably. It's like a prison inside a prison. Bad enough we're stuck on this weird planet, but then to get stuck inside the ships seems pretty excessive.

[complicatedliar]

As prisons go, it could be far worse. [He's been in a lot of prisons, for various reasons.] Unless one is claustrophobic.

Not eager to help our captors then, I take it?

[tempredmental]

[Keith couldn't argue. He'd seen Galra prison ships.

He shook his head.]

Not exactly. I don't appreciate being kidnapped. If they wanted help, why couldn't they've just asked?

(if you would like to drop this embarassingly old thread, I totally understand)

[complicatedliar]

You know, I ask that question all the time when I'm refusing to bend to the whims of others, and I do get scolded for it.

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

No worries. I backtag forever.

[tempredmental]

[Keith scrunched his brows together for a moment in a slightly amused look.]

Yeah. I know that feeling, too.

[Getting scolded for asking the obvious questions that no one ever answered.]

[complicatedliar]

[ He snorts. ]

There are more than a few here who have confused "goodness" with "being freely trampled."

And their goodness comes at such a small scale.