Spaceship Log [Open]

[burnyoudown]

WHO: Joseph Kavinsky and OPEN
WHERE: The Peanut Party
WHAT: Shenanigans
WHEN: During the mandatory ship time (4th - 11th)
WARNINGS: n/a, will add when necessary!
I'll also match format to prose if you prefer <3


i. The Training Center

[Generally, Kavinsky didn't enjoy feeling compelled to do things. So he might not have been overly fond of being coerced onto the ship in the first place, but he'd gotten over it pretty quick. Right around the time he'd gotten someone to let him share quarters with Blue. It wasn't that they were joined at the hip but...he had always slept better when he wasn't alone in bed.

Currently, he was looking over the section of the training center that was set up to be a shooting range. He didn't have a gun on him, so there wasn't a whole lot he could actually accomplish, but he was just checking for the safety gear, anyway. Mainly, ear protection; ear plugs, something. In his opinion, you could fire a gun in an enclosed space, but only if you were willing to risk the well-being of your hearing.

When he was satisfied with how everything was set up, with a mental note to maybe come back the next day to actually do something, he turned and wandered over to the climbing wall, eyeing up that next. If someone happened to approach while he was weighing the pros and cons of things, he glanced over at them.]

What d'you think your chances are of making it to the top?

ii. Purple Beaches

[There was something funny about seeing such an inviting beach here when he was sure the actual beach down on the planet was frigid misery right now. It was all the more reason to take advantage of it here, in the warmth of the ship. Especially since he hadn't been to a beach--any beach--since he'd been in Jersey.

He had zero issues about stripping down to his boxers--in fact, the only reason he didn't take those off too was just because he didn't feel like it, as opposed to any actual shame about being naked. He was pale, without a mark, scar, or tattoo, and skinny in the sort of way where it wouldn't take too much effort to count his ribs.

Leaving his clothes in a pile on the purple sand, he waded into the water until it was deep enough to do a little dive. When he surfaced, he slicked his dark hair back from his face and turned to face to shore. Should there be anyone there-]

You know how the cliche is always 'come on in, the water's great'? Well, it's true. Water's pretty nice.

iii. Glitter Glitter Glitter

[Food usually didn't interest Kavinsky much on the best of days, and this...either tofu or toothpaste consistency food was not greeting him on a particularly good day. So, while he'd browsed what was available, he'd quickly moved onto the glitter dispenser.

And the glitter dispenser was where he still was. There was a rainbow of glitter clinging to his white t-shirt. There was glitter in his hair, on his arms, his hands. He wasn't quite going overboard, but his laughter was nearly maniacal. Currently, he was carefully dispensing some glitter into a cup, not too much but a decent amount. Maybe he'd been wrong to never have glitter at any of his parties.

Go ahead, ask him what he was doing. Go on. Someone, or multiple people, would probably find out one way or another.]

iv. Wildcard

[Find Kavinsky wandering around elsewhere on the ship, poking around the library, or just staring at (or also harmlessly poking) the alien machinery (since he's an Engineer).]

Comments

Glitter

[thelastechidna]

[It's the maniacal laughter that attracts Knuckles' attention. It doesn't sound like Eggman. He follows the sound to the glitter dispenser and then just stares.]

... Having fun?

[He folds his arms and just watches, unimpressed.]

[burnyoudown]

[Potential target acquired. Kavinsky stopped laughing but he was still grinning.]

Actually, yeah. Who knew that glitter on tap could make such an improvement to my day. Like, this is something I didn't know I needed.

[He held up the cup he'd been putting glitter in, giving it a little shake as he eyed the contents.]

How're you doing?

[thelastechidna]

[Knuckles suddenly wonders if glitter is going to be flung on him and he steps back farther.]

What's the purpose of having it in the diner? That's the worst possible place! I don't want it to end up in anything I'm eating.

[He scowls.]

Typical Agrii.

[burnyoudown]

[Yes and no. Kavinsky was realizing there was a slight flaw with his plan, specifically that he didn't want to get glitter in anyone's eyes.]

Yeah, that's a fair thing to wonder. I'm pretty sure glitter's not good for digestion. Plus, it's an absolute bitch to get rid of.

[He was quick when he moved, approaching and not exactly flinging the glitter at Knuckles so much as attempting to dump the cup of it over his head.]

[thelastechidna]

And yet you’re trying to put it on me.

[Having been expecting something, he jumps away in time. No matter how quick Kavinsky is, he can never be as fast as Sonic.]

[burnyoudown]

Awww, man.

[But now there was just glitter all over the floor. How disappointing. Of course, there had already been glitter on the floor, but now there was more. It felt like a waste even though he sort of suspected the glitter supply might be endless.

He just...stared at the mess of glitter for a moment before going back to the dispenser- no, he wasn't going to attempt a round two with Knuckles, he was just...preparing for the future.]

And yeah, of course. Glitter's a gift that needs to be shared. Get some black light paint and like, some actual black lights and we could have a rave.

[thelastechidna]

[Knuckles knows nothing about raves, so he just grunts at that.]

... I wonder what the Agrii would come up with for a rave.

[He also wonders if he dare wonder.]

Glitter

[butterfly_kiss]

[This is a mess waiting to happen. Tae pauses just inside the door to stare at him. A young man, practically gleaming with so much glitter that he looks like a Queen threw up on him. And isn't that troublesome.]

I don't think there's a powerful enough vacuum to compensate for this.

[burnyoudown]

[Oh, it was already a mess, but it would absolutely become a hell of a lot more of one if Kavinsky had any say in the matter.

His grin was nearly manic when he looked over, before he considered the glittery contents of his cup.]

Probably not. Say hello to finding glitter absolutely everywhere for the next month.

[Or longer.]

Never would've figured our alien friends for glitter lovers.

[butterfly_kiss]

I'm not cleaning this up.

[Because she has more sense than that.]

Perhaps they expected people fond of messes like yourself.

[burnyoudown]

I don't blame you. I wouldn't clean this up, either.

[He set his glitter cup down next to the dispenser, casual. Mostly because she was way over there and he was trying not to be...suspicious. Though it might be too late for that, already.]

Man, this is nothing. You ever play messy twister?

[butterfly_kiss]

No.

[And she's quite pleased with that decision. She walks past him to go find a cup so she can have some tea. The tea in the machine is horrid of course, but it's better than nothing.]

[burnyoudown]

You're missing out. It's a lot of fun.

[Of course, you had to have the right group for it, people who didn't mind getting paint or whatever all over themselves and every nearby surface.

He watched her move past him, waiting until she was at least a little turned away from him. Then, he snatched up the glitter cup and without a shred of hesitation, moved to upend it over her head.]

Training center

[farrahfawcetts]

[ Steve was working out pretty much any time he had some to spare. When he walks in, he notices immediately that he's not alone but doesn't recognize the person there. Not all that unusual; he's been a little insular lately. Probably time to change that up.

Steve smirks at the question and looks up to gauge it. ]

I don't know, man. Pretty good if you have some experience under your belt. Want me to spot you?

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky blinked. And then he laughed. He'd never worked out a day in his life. Sure, he was strong enough, but it came from fights and activities not suitable to talk about in polite company.]

Oh. Me? Try to climb it? I dunno.

[He surveyed the climbing wall again.]

You really gonna catch me if I fall?

[farrahfawcetts]

I am stronger than I look...

[ He thought he looked pretty strong as it was, but this guy seems sort of incredulous so maybe not. ]

No pressure though. Just in case you wanted to.

[burnyoudown]

Wasn't doubting your muscles, just your willingness.

[Did Kavinsky have trust issues? Absolutely. But the guy seemed sincere, and K was willing to give things a chance.]

Alright. I'll give it a shot.

[He approached the climbing wall, testing how the grips felt before he started to ascend.]

You know, if they had shit like this back home, I bet it'd be popular. But I guess we're lucky there's even a skate park.

[Except...Kavinsky didn't skateboard. But Skov did, so that made him happy anyway, by extension.]

[farrahfawcetts]

[ Steve settles himself in a good catching position, one foot behind him and the other knee bent. He knows what to do here. ]

Oh, yeah? Where are you from?

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky appreciated it. He was sure it was only a matter of time before disaster struck.]

Henrietta. It's a shitty little town in nowhere, Virginia. Sometimes, I'm pretty sure I'm responsible for like, 90% of the fun shit that happens.

ii. Purple Beaches

[madginger]

[Max hadn't had a chance to spend time at the actual beach, so, inevitably she winds up there. She's in her clothes, still in a jacket, and just stares at the water. She's still getting used to the sand, but it's kind of pretty, she thinks.]

[She turns in Kavinsky's direction when he talks, then chuckles and roll her eyes.]

I don't have a bathing suit.

[burnyoudown]

[And this was literally, exactly, one of the other reasons he hadn't actually gone skinny dipping. (No, seriously.)

Treading water, he considered that answer for a moment.]

Do you need one? I mean- plenty of people go swimming in a t-shirt and shorts or whatever, too.

[He guessed it'd sort of be a pain to walk around in wet clothes afterwards until getting the chance to dry off, but. It was warm on the ship, at least.]

[madginger]

[Yeah, that could have been awkward.]

No shorts, either. [Max shrugs. Wet clothes aren't really all that awful of a thing. It's been too long, and she isn't going to stress over it more than that, not when she just wants in.]

[She strips down to her underwear (a bathing suit wouldn't have covered more than that, anyway,) keeps her shirt on, then just dives in.]

[burnyoudown]

[You know, he'd really almost said 't-shirt and underwear' but he was genuinely trying not to seem inappropriate or something. So basically, he approved of the fact she didn't let not having a bathing suit stop her.]

It's nice, right? I haven't been to the beach since I was like, eleven, and I'm sure this water is way warmer.

[Plus, of course, the Jersey beach definitely hadn't been purple.]

[madginger]

[Yeah, not much was stopping Max from jumping in there, apparently.]

[She surfaces from the water with a grin on her face.]

It's not the same. But it's pretty good. [The purple is actually a nice touch.]

[burnyoudown]

True. But there's also probably no rip tide here.

[Actually, considering it was just a fancy pool of water, there probably wasn't any sort of tide.]

And, no sharks.

[Not that sharks had been a big problem in Jersey, but they'd still been spotted, occasionally.]

...Which makes me wonder what kind of shit is in the ocean at the actual beach. Not that I'm inclined to visit there, but.