♤ 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?

Comments

[in_extremis]

"We're in space. I'm spending all of my allotted quality time right here. Jon doesn't need my help right now." As far as Catra had to know, that was the only reason Tony might have been spending a lot of time with Jon, and it shouldn't have even been something for her to note. If he didn't smell like Jon anymore, that was because that was what Tony deserved. "You, on the other hand," he continued, and cast a glance up and down the ship before heading confidently for the Starduck's bunkroom. If she was keeping her stuff somewhere, that was a likely bet. "We're not going to fight people. I can't believe I have to spell this out for you."

[heeeyadora]

"Hey-" She scampered after him, not about to let him take away the first weapon she's been able to get her hands on in this stupid place.

"Of course we're going to fight people. That's the whole point of this stupid mission."

[in_extremis]

"Yeah, and the whole point of going in that stupid bunker was to survive the storm that didn't happen. You see anything wrong with that?" Tony pointed out. He stopped short between the bunks, scanning them to try to work out which one Catra had claimed, and tugged the blankets back off of the nearest one.

[heeeyadora]

"Hey- will you stop it-?" Catra insisted, grabbing Tony's shoulder firmly to pull him away from the bunks with a glare. "You can't just-...come here and take my stuff."

[in_extremis]

Tony didn't really fight that pull, willingly spinning away from his search of the bunk with his shoulder dropped under Catra's hand to meet her glare, then restlessly smoothed the escaping strands of his bangs back towards the clip with a frustration he didn't know how to place exactly. "Why not?" was the best he had. "You just found it somewhere, why can't I take what I find?" That was childish, he did know that. "If you get yourself hurt, what am I supposed to do?," didn't feel much more mature.

[heeeyadora]

His argument was about as well crafted as the ones she'd had when she tried to take the forge from him, and she narrowed his eyes to have that childish attitude throw back at her.

"Why do you care?"

[in_extremis]

Why? That was both too simple and too broad to answer directly, and Tony blew a long, noisy breath through his lips before coming up with, "The mess." Catra had a lot left to do, they both knew that, even if Catra was too stubborn to look at it headlong yet, and it would only get harder the more limbs or brainmatter she left behind on a pointless battlefield.

[heeeyadora]

She rolled her eyes, cheeks hot, still not sure she understood why he insisted on caring so damn much.

"Whatever."

[in_extremis]

Crossing his arms over his chest, Tony pouted back at Catra, waiting for her to be the one to just miraculously accept his help after that blatant dismissal like if they just stood here stubbornly long enough, she would have to. She was more powerful than Steve, though.

It was an incredibly long time later that Tony conceded, "Whatever," with another long sigh, and dropped bonelessly onto the Captain's bed where he could nudge the storage under the closest bunk, still searching, like she wouldn't notice, with his toes.

[heeeyadora]

They could probably try to outstubborn each other until the heat death of the universe. Catra sighed and smoothed her hair back.

"Look...I'm fine. All right? You don't need to...check up on me, or whatever," she muttered, "You're the one that doesn't even know how to cut his own hair."

[in_extremis]

"I'm not. I won't," Tony lied. As long as they both understood that wasn't what was happening, they would get along fine. "What do you mean, like you do? Look at you. You look like someone electrocuted Gene Simmons. You look like to were still at Woodstock eight weeks later."

[heeeyadora]

"You know I don't know what any of that is," she reminded with a pointed look, not that she didn't understand what he was getting at. She smoothed her hair back again, maybe a little self conscious.

[in_extremis]

Yeah, Tony got that a lot anymore. The only person around here who seemed to understand what Tony was ever talking about was Jon.

Most of the time.

"Don't worry about it, I'll show you some time, you'll love it," Tony promised, looking very intently back down under the bunk. "You must have music festivals where you come from. Like that, but...everyone was losing their minds. And cutting their own hair. You get it, listen, most people think I'm a riot." Also a lie, but Catra didn't know any better.

[heeeyadora]

She gave him a slow look. He'd seen where she grew up. They might have had something like that outside of the Fright Zone, but that wasn't something she was familiar with herself.

"Sounds dumb," she dismissed, lips quirked at Tony's follow up, "I'm sure."