On the Prowl

[beholding_archivist]

WHO: Jon & OTA
WHERE: Around the Agrii Ship
WHAT: The Archivist is hungry and prowling an alien space ship on the hunt for wild tape recorders and your fear
WHEN: Late September
WARNINGS: None yet.

Ever since the Agrii have been rescued and the Graq returned to their own home planet, things have calmed down more or less around the large ship the Agrii have been staying on and that is still on its way back to Agra 10, where, in all likelihood, they are expected to resume their rebuilding efforts.

And yet way too many questions remain, at least for Jon. The Archivist has spent a lot of time asking their alien captors all sorts of questions and not always has received satisfying answers. But as the weeks pass by and he finds fewer things to ask, Jon’s curiosity is slowly replaced by something equally nagging: Hunger.

It’s not an unfamiliar feeling for Jon, though it’s also not one he finds himself entirely able to ignore. He has lost enough weight as it is and while the turtlenecked poncho-like piece of clothing he has picked up on their brief stop and has come to wear around the ship to feel less cold makes these things less obvious, Jon at least remains aware that it’s not entirely healthy.

And so he is wandering the large ship, eyes and ears open for the familiar sight of an outdated tape recorder or the unmistakable whirring noise of one.

A - Mess Hall

The mess hall is a place for food, right. Not quite the food Jon consumes anymore, but he has tried a few of the offered items - Only to be met with an atrocious taste.

Though the mess hall is also a place where people met. And talked about stuff. So chances are that one of those curious recorders might be around, quietly recording away one conversation or another. Which means Jon is more or less prowling around between the tables, head cranes forward to peek under the various tables and benches and counters.

“Excuse me...” He mutters distractedly while moving past someone with their tray of food.

B - Medbay

Another place Jon suspects, or at least hopes, to find a recorder in is the medbay. It may not be as much of a social place as the mess hall, but people still pretty much talk in there. And that’s not rarely important talk. And probably quite to the liking of those curious little devices.

So he pushes the door open cautiously and peaks as well as listens around for a moment before stepping inside and into the center of the room, simply letting out a sigh at the lacking presence of a tape recorder.

C - Engine Room

The engine room is an unusual place for the Archivist to show up in, and it’s not entirely intentional to begin with. He just finds himself wandering in, then notices the large core set in the middle of the large room and stops short, staring for a couple of moments in blinking silence.

“.....Jesus Christ.” Is all he utters before slowly backing towards the exit again.

D - Anywhere Else?

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Comments

D; because I DO WHAT I WANT

[sinistral]

The cargo bay seems to vacillate between busy and not; at least, for the times the Soldier visits, it's either bustling with activity of people working on the ships or shuttles, or quiet and all but abandoned. While able to fit himself well enough into the first — there is a plethora of work available for a man with enhanced strength — he prefers the second for his own purposes.

Currently it's quiet — a "night" cycle, or whatever passes for night on the ship — and the Soldier has commandeered the cargo bay as a workout station. Running laps, doing pushups, practicing knifework; with neither sparring partner nor proper equipment there's only so much he can do, but he's determined to make it work.

He'll not stop Jon from entering, but he'll also not stop his own activity until or unless Jon makes to talk. After all, the man could be deep in thought, or just wanting quiet, and he'd hate to interrupt that.

Nyooom Medbay

[in_extremis]

This was an unusual place to find Tony. It wasn't somewhere that he was much help, either to anyone looking for medical care, or for the people stressed about their suffering; he was not a caregiver, in either sense, and he had his own role to put together the puzzle of the mystery of the engine, and their greater purpose here, to help ease that stress. He was solving the problem, just not here.

After Bucky woke up and Cloud didn't, though, and after Reeve expressing how disconnected he was without his friends, Tony was sitting on an empty bed, legs crossed and chatting idly to Cloud's still form, his hands working meticulously in his lap at something he clearly didn't have to focus very much on. It was Tony that was talking in the medbay, his voice carrying across the room as Jon peeked in, but it wasn't particularly important talk, he would say; he was barely listening to himself. "And, listen-" he was mumbling, not quite looking at Cloud across from him, "I'm saying all this, but don't take it the wrong way, I'm not trying to guilt you into waking up. Unless that works, in which case, you're welcome. I'm just saying, he's not crying about it or anything, but it's hard to admit when you're lonely. Especially when you're a billion years old like he is, he's supposed to be used to it, life is lonely, don't be a pussy about it. If you could get over whatever this is, your little hibernation cycle, what are you, recharging that dim bulb? Are you going to wake up and be able to carry a conversation? Please."

Jon just came waltzing into the middle of the room, and Tony stared at him, voice slowly petering out, busy hands slowing, then shot a look Cloud's way again like he was commiserating with the comatose man over being so rudely interrupted.

A

[wearingthestars]

Jon's behavior is often a little bit weird, but this prowling is a little more unusual than normal, and Billy's arches a brow with an amused look.

"You good, Jon?" he asks, sure the man had barely even taken note of of when he muttered his apology.

B

[plate_builder]

People indeed talk. One of those people being Reeve Tuesti. When he wasn't caught up in different engineering and piloting systems he was here, at Cloud's bedside, monitoring him with the nervous energy of a friend who was losing someone they cared about. With more nervous and fearful energy than he'd have for someone who was just in a coma, which made sense given Cloud's condition.

And Reeve? He had any free moments at Cloud's bed, waking or otherwise. Not like he wasn't used to sleeping in uncomfortable chairs.

What time he was there and awake, with Mini lying at Cloud's side, he dedicated to talking. To sharing all the secrets and suffering of their world that Cloud was still in store for. The fears, the guilt. So yeah, there was no doubt a tape recorder in here somewhere, a bountiful feast of Reeve's history and pain. But the question was whether Jon was willing to brave it.

Because Jon walked in and Reeve looked up. And he just looked... sad and lost and lonely.

"Ah. I... can leave if you need to be here for a bit."

He was too tired to argue with the man over who was responsible for what. He was just too tired and too lonely and too sad.