Captain On A Chill-Cation

[ziedrich_bearer]

WHO: Gladiolus, Open
WHERE: Space Dock
WHAT: Checking in, Spa Day
WHEN: During Event
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Captain On Deck

It was almost funny to think that there was some expectation that being a pilot on the ships meant Gladio should have some authority over his crew. There were more than a few of them who would never see him as such, which was fair. That wasn't how things worked back on Agra-10, and it sure wasn't how it was going to work for anyone but station administration now that they were here.

That didn't mean Gladio didn't have responsibilities here. Chances were they only mattered to him, but Gladio still wanted to live up to them. So he found himself strolling through the station, eyes always on the swivel, hoping to catch sight of any of his crew mates. And once he does, he moves immediately to get to them.

"Everything going alright over here?"

And he must be a bit of a sight as he does it too. There he is, in his full Glaive uniform, standing at parade rest, looking over someone he feels responsible for with the sort of commanding presence of a military leader. Which he was. But whatever, just humor him perhaps?

II. Nothing Like Relaxing

There's plenty of time throughout the month to do the work of acquiring parts, consulting with engineers for any modifications, and going through the (frankly recurring) process of collecting his crew from their various misdeeds. Taking time for himself hasn't been something Gladio's done often. But there is something he catches sight on in one of his strolls through the space dock that really gets Gladio off of his cycle.

The sign takes some translating, but when he's got it, he looks intrigued.

"A massage, huh?"

And then he's approaching the counter where a creature that looks much like a living granite statue, who frowns.

"I'm sorry, this is for couples. Without a companion you cannot enter."

Well, now that was frustrating.

Comments

[ziedrich_bearer]

No, it's not the sort of thing you just ask for. Gladio considers, stroking his chin as he thinks about it. Perhaps...

"I'd suggest talking to people with comms. That seems to fall under their domain. Maybe they can help you find places to find what you need. And with tech this strong, clearly someone's got to have small cameras available."

So he hopes.

[cactusy]

"You're basically asking me to work with Tony Stark again, and I resent that," she says, with very little genuine resentment in her voice. "You're supposed to be a captain. Do you like causing pain and aggravation?"

[ziedrich_bearer]

Was he? Gladio raises an amused eyebrow at that.

"I don't. And I don't deploy my men and women on undesirable positions. There are other Comms people."

And perhaps one of them would meld better with her.