♤ The spaceman says everybody look down, It's all in your mind

[deal_me_in]

WHO: Cayde-6, his crewmates (Ren-Ren, Kitty-Catra, Dapper Cap), and whoever else!
WHERE: Aboard the Starduck, over the communicators
WHAT: SPACE TRIP...?! It's been anticlimactic so far and this Exo be bored Cayde they just started
WHEN: Beginning of the trip
WARNINGS: N/A, will adjust as needed.
NOTES: Will match preferred style as tagged. Feel free to make your own threads! Shoulda thought of saying that earlier but you know, hindsight all that stuff



Finally, he's been able to get aboard a ship. He's not really disappointed either; the Starduck's a swanky little thing. Maybe a little over the top. It's fine. Over the top is fun.

He's still been quite adamant about not touching the datapoints, not that it keeps him from trying to do things without them. Probably no one aboard will notice the extra singing about the edges of his hood, and he's had worse to the face when the Agrii "death tool" had bit back. It's nice having a metal head.

Naturally he would have made a beeline for the cockpit, sat himself in the pilot seat, and would have had to be shooed away for the actual pilot to take the controls. And so the next spot he'd be found in would be the bunks, where he's totally laid claim to the Captain's because it being the only single bed, was the most obvious choice.

Lying with arms folded behind his head to stare up at the ceiling and not the underside of someone else's bunk, it serves to keep him entertained for maybe a while unless someone challenges him for the bed. He's willing to give it up within good reason, but if no one complains, this is where he's keeping his stuff.

If it was hard to keep track of the time on the Agra 10, it's even harder on a ship out in space. Thus the question he voices, both aloud and over the network that he assumes is still connecting them to their buddies aboard the other ships, he poses the ever eternally important question:


are we there yet?

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[hulkintraining]

Really man? It's been like an hour. We have a ways to go.

[Says the guy monitoring the network, looking for anything to preoccupy his mind. Thanks Cayde for this distraction.]

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[deal_me_in]

noooo seriously?!?

[Being stuck in the backseat is the worst.]

[hulkintraining]

Afraid so.

Makes me wish these things came pre-loaded with games. I could use some Candy Rush right about now.

Knock knock // OTA!

[in_extremis]

Maybe seeking out Cap wasn't healthy for either of them.

It was in everyone's best interest that Tony gave them plenty of space when he knew someone had vanished, as Jon had put it, from the already fragmented lives they were pretending to make here. He still managed to make a mess of it with Sansa and Tommy; handling other people's emotions with grace just wasn't one of Tony's many talents, clearly, he barely understood his own when people weren't actively dying (was that the accepted terminology for what happened to them? Not publicly, anyway), except obviously they could, at any second, just.

Vanish.

Jon's delivery of the news was so cold that Tony didn't want to even try messaging him just to get more of that. What he did know, very well (maybe not that well, this wasn't even the Steve that Tony knew back home) was how Steve mourned, and that they had done plenty of that together already, and that Cayde should have someone reminding him to feel like an asshole for willingly vanishing himself without backup. He climbed into the galley of the Starduck far more casually, naturally, than those intentions, taking in the hardware with a frown, not sure how he was supposed to feel about the colder design of his own ship. Hanging onto the bulkhead where he stood with a hand sealed in a dull, grey gauntlet that had matched the aesthetic of his own ship much better and was making him feel under-dressed now, Tony scratched thoughtfully at his beard then announced more to himself than the crew, "Housekeeping." He was wearing his toolbelt, his hair, grown unruly without proper professional attention, pinned back out of his eyes with a clip at the top of his head, like he really was there to check the pipes.

[deal_me_in]

"Yeah, I'd like more of that lovely handsoap and some extra fluffy towels."

The Exo saunters around the corner, his grin backlit in amber as he throws his arms out in greeting.

"Welcome aboard the Starduck! Have no idea who came up with the name, nor who's the interior decorator but I think someone got confused somewhere along the line. Anyway!"

[in_extremis]

There was the man he had been looking for--for about a lunar cycle, it felt like. The time since the tunnels had been pretty eventful for Tony, and he didn't even have Cayde blowing something up to blame that on. He offered a tired grin in return, grumbling, "Am I just in time for hair washing day?," about the towels before he pushed himself away from the doorway to greet Cayde with a fraternal bump of their metal fists. See, he had missed the good shit, Tony had new toys.

"And here I thought you were to blame for the ambiance. Is this not your style? You seem like a real crystal knobs sort of guy. I bet you have a claw-foot tub in here." With his more fleshy hand, Tony gave a tug near the collar of Cayde's hood, eyes narrowed slightly in appraisal. No one on his crew might have noticed his new detailing, but Tony had a running log of when Cayde's lights seemed dimmer. None of it was helping him solve his puzzle, but it was an extensive observation.

CAP HAS A SAD

[brooklyn_boy]

It's not the first time he's lost Bucky. Not even the second or third. At this point Steve feels like he loses him more than he has him or that they are eternally meant to be two looping lines in an abyss that cross for awhile and then drift away again. It's not comforting thoughts but Steve doesn't need to comfort himself, right now. He just needs to distract himself.

Tony is good for that.

He hears the other's voice and for a second is so unbelievably relieved that the air goes out of his lungs. Steve leaves the work he was doing on his shield and goes to seek his friend out.

"Tony," he says with a smile. "If you're in charge of our housekeeping, I am getting on another ship."

[in_extremis]

The smile was a surprise, and Tony wasn't sure if it was a sign that Steve was processing rationally or if he had already convinced Catra into a mask and hotpants. Was it sick that he kind of was hoping for the latter? Tony wasn't supposed to be the more heartbroken one right now, he had come looking for something easier to fix. He offered an unsure grin back, but quickly met Steve on his approach, hand out to shake in greeting and to hold him close enough to curl the other around his head and pull him down to lean his brow against Tony's in a wordless commiseration. Neither of them had to bring it up, if Steve didn't want to. Releasing him, Tony retorted easily, "Grandpa, you know they're not supposed to let you out of the home. Come on, you and Cayde have got everything an old guy could want over here, your pre-chewed food, your cat, I even heard they might get the radio working again some day so you can take a turn around the galley."

[heeeyadora]

"Oh please, don't tell me you're going to get a weird little hair poof too," Catra noted, seeming unsurprised to find Tony wandering their ship. She was carrying around a little bowl of protein gel, still enamored with the stuff, though she paused to give the air around Tony a curious sniff. Something was off.

[in_extremis]

Dropping both hands to his hips with an unimpressed frown at the greeting, gee, great to see you, too, Tony replied, "You're an inspiration, I'm just ahead of the trend. You watch." His hair poof was pure practicality, until someone else could deal with it for him. "Still got your gun, Annie?" he asked, losing confidence in the challenge as she...sniffed. God, she was weird. Self-consciously, he tried to give his own surreptitious sniff to an armpit, which mostly did smell like armpit, that was true.

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[doubled_speed]

wow and people say that i'm impatient
like seriously man you need to fucking accept that this is going to take a shit ass long time
but heroics is like that
a ton of hurry up and wait

[deal_me_in]

just how far out are we going though

doesnt take that long for ships to get through a solar system so either were going really far beyond that or this ship needs a lot of upgrades

[doubled_speed]

who the fuck knows man
it's a mess, the agrii don't explain a lot of shit and it gets a lot worse when this shit is happening
these people are fucked up

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[plate_builder]

We are not, in fact, there yet. But I admit, this is an experience I never expected to have. It's quite interesting.

Are you an experienced individual in space? I know you are from a very different realm of reference than I am. And if you are bored, you're welcome to visit me, or have me come over. Mini-C would not mind some company.

[deal_me_in]

oh yeah

space travels common back home
got my own jumpship
sure we wouldve gotten to wherever were going by now
unless were crossing a galaxy or something
couldnt tell heads or tails from the controls tho
why does everything need to have instructions uploaded into your brain?!

i

am so bored i think ill take you up on that

which ship are you on

[plate_builder]

We only just had our first individuals in space on my world a few years ago

I'm on the First Breath. We are... seemingly quieter here.

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve hasn't left his room very often. Bucky is missing and, in this sort of situation, it is hard to know if that is permanent or not. Still, they have a mission and he can't mope or shrug off his responsibility. Most of the time he is working in the common spaces on his medical tools and arranging whatever medications and first-aid supplies he has. Even with the option to pick up a gun, Steve stayed with his Medical expertise. Everyone needs a medic sometime.

During a break, Steve just walks around the ship getting the bearings of a new place. He hears Cayde and can't help but laugh as he seeks him out.

"I don't think so," he says with a weak smile. "Did you ever hear about the watched pot?"

[deal_me_in]

Cayde's pretty sure he's walked the entirety of the ship at least several times by now. He's been trying not to loom too much by the cockpit.

Steve finds him sprawled across the seats in the galley, an empty cup resting on his chest. The Exo tilts his head to look over at the man. "There's not even a pot to be watched here." He's being sarcastic.

Scooping up the cup, he swings his feet around and sits back up, setting the cup on the table. "How fast is this ship? You been on it before?"

Kitty-Catra

[heeeyadora]

[Cayde]

"Hey- why do you just automatically get the single bunk?" Catra demands when she finds him, all ready trying to take hold of his foot and haul him out of there like that's really the best way to settle things. She doesn't even want the solo bunk that badly, she's just annoyed that someone else has taken it.

[Around the Ship]

Space is still very new to Catra, and while she's not a fan of the limited physical space and forced companionship, she has her moments of eagerness, staring out at the stars or gorging herself on the protein gels before tearing about the ship on all fours. She's quickly getting bored of it all though, and with that boredom comes an increasingly irritated Catra trying to goad others into paying attention to her the only way she really knows how. By annoying them. Any attention is good attention after all.

[Network | Text]

How big is space?

*cackle*

[deal_me_in]

Honestly, Cayde would have been surprised if no one had tried to make a bit of fuss about it. He lifts his head to look towards the girl, smirking.

"You snooze, you lose? No one else seemed to stake a claim, so this is me, claiming it." The way his brow arches seems to suggest 'so, you going to do something about it?'

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[beholding_archivist]

About 93 billion light years.

[ Yupp, he has an answer for that. ]

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[foundlingfather]

We would be if these ships could do lightspeed.

Seriously, why can't they do that, Agrii?

[deal_me_in]

and of course these ships dont come equipped with that

im just guessing
im not allowed in the cockpit

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[seeingscarlet]

We just left. It's not like the movies

[deal_me_in]

im not even talking about the movies!

either these ships are super slow or were heading out to the far reaches of the galaxy