♤ 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

[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."