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Frankie said 'Relax'

WHO: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, and YOU!
WHERE: Party at the PEANUT PARTY
WHAT: Steve chilling out and exploring his new home
WHEN: During the mandatory ship bonding time
WARNINGS: SMUT

Gym Rat
Steve, after all the shit that's been going on, has a renewed interest in keeping himself in shape. He has to be ready to fight at the drop of a hat, it seems. And now being dragged onto this ship without any warning? Yeah. He wants to make sure he's in top form. Unfortunately, Gladio is on the other ship so getting the daily workouts done with him is more of a challenge than it usually is. But they do have a pretty legit gym now. So that is going to work at least.

Especially with a device to help him work on sparring.

Steve's been here for awhile at this point, working on both his new Security knowledge gains and his existing fighting skills. He's coming to the end of the latest sparring routine and getting sloppy with exhaustion. It means a few more punches miss than normal. A few more strikes make it through than he would like. In the end he has to just call it quits and take a few steps back to catch his breath. How long has be been here? An hour? More? He pulls his shirt up to wipe the sweat away from his face and considers.

He could call it a day. But had he really done enough? The pilots said there was a sign saying '<i>Soon</i>' in the cockpit. Was he ready for that?

Steve sighs and looks around the room for whatever else he can manage right now. Maybe running? Yeah. He can do that...

Merman

Steve is pretty thrilled to know, if he is going to be trapped somewhere, it's somewhere with a pool. Sadly, he doesn't have a bathing suit to change into, but that's just fine honestly. It's been a long month or so and he deserves to have some fun. Besides, boxers and swimming suits cover the same area. It's all fine.

Steve is almost giddy as he makes his way to the "beach". It really is hard sometimes to remember this is a ship and not just another planet. At the moment he's just happy to not have green lobsters poking at him as he strips off clothes. He goes wading into the water with a grin and immediately dunks his head under. God, he misses swimming. And this one here is guaranteed free of Upside Down gates, dead girls, or anything else to worry about.

Steve smiles to himself and floats up on his back, happy to relax at long last.

Horndog (Closed to Eddie)

One of the great things about being Security turns out to be control over room assignments. Steve is pretty pleased to find out about this power once he looks up where rooms are and which ones are his and Eddie's. Turns out he can just assign himself to Eddie's room, easy as that! Which, of course, he does.

Did you see that bed? C'mon. Having separate rooms is just going to waste time.

Steve grins as he makes his way to Eddie's (and now his) room and opens the door straight away. When he was dragged onboard the ship by the music, he hadn't had time to pack anything so all he has is himself and the bat he'd taken to carrying around more often than not since the Upside Down incident. He sets it beside the door as he goes in and immediately goes to flop onto the new, bigger, more comfortable bed.

"HEY, BABE! I'm moving in! Hope you weren't suddenly excited about privacy, here!"

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Steve flails out of his float and goes under a moment as he's surprised by the barking. Surfacing, he glances around, lost, until his eyes land on the dog swimming toward him. And, yeah. Okay. That's pretty cute.

"It's all good! So long as he's not gonna bite me or whatever to drag me in."

"I don't think he'll know what to do when he gets to you," Lark admits with a smile. "But he doesn't bite anyone not threatening people. You should be safe. Just be prepared for him to perhaps try and push you?"

The dog was quite affectionate after all.

Steve laughs and waits for the dog to come and indeed start pushing him to shore. It's a big enough dog that Steve sort of just lets him. "His name is Little Bear?" It's cute. And Steve likes dogs so this isn't so bad.

"He's definitely a pretty good lifeguard."

"The children named him that. Though in their defense, when they found him as a pup he was quite small. I don't think anyone expected him to be part wolf-hound."

The dog was a massive one now, and quite affectionate.

"He really is."

The dog is huge but also sort of adorable. Steve lets it herd him toward the shore and then wades out of the water. He gives the animal some pets and a scratch behind the ears as thanks for the 'rescue'.

"Wolf-hound, huh? I think Little Bear works for him now, too. Pretty much the size of a little bear."

Good news, Little Bear adores scratches behind the ear. Once out of the water he's happy to sit around, tongue lolling out, to enjoy the attention.

"You are not incorrect," she says with a laugh. "HE takes a lot to care for most days."

"Well if you need a dog sitter for any reason, you can call me up. I love dogs. Always wanted one but mom was of course too worried about what that would do to her nice, clean house..."

Steve razzles the dog a little before going back to petting at him.

"I can definitely help you out with like walks or something. Free you up."

"I always welcome dogsitters. He gets tangled in my yarn," she says with a laugh.

She missed Lerith for how much he helped her with the dog. Though she rolls her eyes at the idea that a dog would be too bad in a clean house.

"We merely cleaned up after Little Bear. It wasn't an issue. But I suppose there are some not prepared for the level of care. So yes, help with walks would be a delight."

"Perfect! I go for a run on planet every morning. On the ship I have been doing it around this big center hub area. I can pick him up before I do that? Let him get some energy out and do his business before the day gets going."

Steve looks at Little Bear and ruffles the fur around his face. "Sound good, boy? Some running around? Yeah... Yeah, and if I can find a ball or something, won't that be fun, huh? Tennis ball? You'll love that."

He really wanted a dog.

Well that sounds perfect.

"I rise before dawn, and I live on the second floor of the hotel. You're welcome to come by and take him out to run any time you wish."

But a ball would be even better. She smiles.

"He feels lonely with just me, and I know it."

Wow. Someone who wakes up before him. Impressive.

"I live in the hotel too so that'll be easy. I'll head on up once I am ready and pick him up. And we'll work on that ball, buddy. Okay?"

He grins up at her and extends a hand. "Steve, by the way."

In many ways she's a monk tied to farming cycles, so yes, of course she rose early.

Little Bear, realizing he was being spoken to, offered a cheerful bark. Buddy is clearly him.

"I am Lark. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Steve."

"Lark. Nice to meet you."

He can't help but wonder now though.

"From one of the Earths? Or some other planet? I have probably heard everything at this point."

"No," she says with a smile. "I am from a different place. I have heard many of you are from Earth though. And that there is less magic there."

And that was really the interesting thing to consider for her. The people also seem to have a very different connection to their natural world than she did back home.

"Ah, yeah. Not too much magic from the Earth I was from. We had those flower-faced things we saw here a few months ago. That was from my Earth. Other than that and one girl with special brain powers, we're all pretty normal."

He looks at Lark with new interest. "Does that mean you can do magic then?"

Flower faced things? Lark looks really confused. She had been out of Temba during that actually. "There were things here a few months ago? I hear people talking about a danger, but I was in Sh'Ka."

And as for the rest, she smiles.

"Yes. I can. I am a thread mage. My magic manifests through my craft and its tools."

"You missed it? Lucky you. Next time I might drag Eddie off to Sh'Ka if it's safe from all the horror crap."

His eyes go wide at the idea of the 'thread' magic. "So like. Can you make magic shirts and stuff? Is that what it means? Or like... voodoo dolls?"

"I seem to miss a lot of terrible things. Mila seems to call me away when I need to be safe."

Or maybe she was just lucky. Perhaps that was more likely. AS for magic...

She smiles and opens a pouch at her side. She pulls out a spool of undyed thread. She cuts off a small piece and holds it out to him.

"Allow me to demonstrate?"

Steve stares at the thread for a second before curiosity got the better of him. "Yeah, sure." He takes an end of it and holds it gingerly, like it was about to come alive.

"Is it gonna hurt or something?"

"No," she smiles. "Cup it in your palm. Do not worry, I would not hurt you."

Just display her power, and if he's holding it like that, well, there is the chance of the tiniest rope burn.

Steve does as he is told and cups the thread in his palm. He's not sure what happens so he's still being ginger with it. He even pulls his head back a little, as though it might explode and get ash on his face.

"Okaaaay..."

Of course it isn't going to explode. Lark smiles and reaches her own hand out in a cupped palm. Once that is done she uses her left hand to pluck at the air, as if gathering something. The short thread in Steve's hand stands up then. It might tickle a little with how lightly it stands on his palm actually. A further small tug and the thread leaps into her own palm. A twisting gesture with a finger and it curls itself into a nice loop and seals its ends together. A flawless circle of thread.

"There is far more I could do, but this is a simple little thing."

Steve watched in a bit of amazement as the thread stood up on its own and then flew away from him and to Lark. It then made itself into a little ring all on it's own which was also pretty freaking cool. He grins, applauding a little (because what else do you do when someone does something magic and awesome?).

"What else can you do? Like just in general?"

Lark smiles and takes the spool back out. She lays the thread against the end of the thread there, and they seem to twist back together into one piece.

"My magic manifests through thread and cloth, fibers and the tools to work it. So I can do a good many things. I don't think I could truly create a list."

Steve thinks about it for a second or so. "Could you make like...shirts that do things? Like a devil face winking or something like that? Or is that stupid to waste powers on? Do you do real things like...uh..."

What was something serious with thread?

"Para...chutes?"

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/Hands over holiday Starbucks

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