Bishop to E14

[buildingitsir]

WHO: The Bishop Crew [Flamingle 🦩!]
WHERE: The Bishop ship IN SPACE!
WHAT: WHO’S DRIVING THIS THING? Oh shit that’s me–
WHEN: Event Start
WARNINGS: “...–This is your captain speaking. First I'd like to welcome everyone on Stark Technologies Flight 25Y. We are currently experiencing difficulties without a pilot so I’m substituting in for him–…”



I. Baggage Check

York’s been out here to the hangar before, but he actually hadn’t been on the actual ship. Once inside he made his claim on a top bunk and put his hoodie up there for now. He didn’t plan on really sleeping in it that much, but it was his and that’s what mattered. He starts exploring the other areas, finding rooms that don’t really pertain to him save the room with the lone treadmill.

He lingers in the cockpit though, looking over the intricate display of buttons, levers, and of course, a steering wheel. From the engineering data point some of it makes sense, but the android knows that if something happens to the physical structure of the ship, he could fix it. Maybe. Probably. It was almost like having the ship’s manual in his head. Just the manual was missing pages. And had a bite taken out of an important corner or two.

“So we’re here. What the fuck do we do now? Wait for whoever the fuck the pilot is?” York thinks he’s talking out loud to himself, leaning against the pilot’s chair to look over the various sections waiting.

II. Landing

Maybe he should’ve waited for whoever was the fucking pilot. York’s assigned himself as pilot since he’s the only one that’s smart enough to know how the ship runs at least. Piloting… just didn’t entirely fall in that category. But somehow, through jerky shifts and a ride that’s about as smooth as metal scrapyard, he’s made it to wherever they were being told to go.

“What the absolute fuck,” he mutters sourly in the pilot’s seat. “People do this shit as a career? Fuck that. Let me just build shit instead.”

He gets up from the chair to head back towards where the boxes have appeared, one labeled for each of them. Opening his, York pulls out an outfit designated for him. “Great. We’re playing dress up while going to a foreign planet. Fan-fucking-tastic.”

III. Baggage Claim

[Make like a flamingo and go flamingle with your shipmates! Feel free to make your own top levels to interact with the rest of the crew if you'd like! <3]

Comments

[usedtobesmoller]

Steve's whole face shutters at the word 'runt' and transitions easily into a scowl. "I am not a runt," he says firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. The only reaction he has after that is a raising of his eyebrow at the name 'Stark'.

"Stark? Like Howard and Tony?"

[buildingitsir]

"Could have fooled me." 'Pricklebeast,' his mind recites the little name that Lauri-Ell spoke of on their walk. Teal eyes look at Steve before rolling and going back to looking over the panels. Maybe knowing what was going on here would be helpful. A hand goes up to trace over where he's looking.

Until Steve asks the question. His hand hesitates before moving on. "No. Don't know the first name, and the only Tony I know of is Antonio Stark. I've met the one here, but we're not related if that's what you're fucking getting at.