( closed ) cohort mingle

[tailorspy]

WHO: Steve Rogers, Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Vision, Rayla
WHERE: their (so far unnamed) ship
WHAT: panicking, surviving, exploring, socializing, a bit more panicking, etc. Whatever you want!
WHEN: October 8th - 21st (all 330 hours of their lockdown)
WARNINGS: none at the moment - please tag your threads if need be!

This is an open post for face-to-face interactions between the cohorts within this same ship, so please go ahead and post your own top-levels and tag around!

For reference, the list of cohorts and their respective augments is as follows:

Steve Rogers: medic
Julian Bashir: medic
Elim Garak: agriculture
Vision: agriculture
Rayla: none

Go forth and have fun!

Comments

[tailorspy]

[ Garak turns at the familiar voice, looking genuinely surprised when he sees the jacket in Steve's hands. ]

Please, Captain. I'm not going to accept your jacket, so you may as well put it back where it was.

[ It has sentimental value, whether or not Steve will admit to it, and Garak can't take it from the man. He can find other ways to handle the cold. ]

[brooklyn_boy]

It's not doin' anyone any good on my bed. C'mon, Garak. Just hold it over your shoulders as another layer, at least.

[He holds it out again, closer to the other man's face as though proximity alone will wear away his objections.]

I got the guy himself. This is just fabric.

[tailorspy]

[ Garak's eyes widen slightly when Steve all but shoves that jacket in his face. With a low sigh and a flat stare, he accepts the jacket, sitting up so he can place it over his shoulders. Too tiny for him to wear it otherwise. ]

It must be a Human trait, to be so stubborn to a point of near forcefulness. But very well, Captain, I will accept your jacket, on the condition that I will return it to you once things are back to normal.

[ Or whatever passes for 'normal' around here, anyway. ]

Oh, it is indeed unfortunate that none of us can change the temperature settings, this is much too cold for me.

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve smiles a little.]

If you ask Bucky I'm more stubborn than the average bear, so I might skew the data.

[He sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches a hand forward to check Garak's temperature before realizing he has no idea if that would work for his species. They seem somewhat reptilian so who knows what a normal temperature is.]

In the war we'd sometimes huddle up for body warmth. If you think that would help? I don't want you getting sick...

[tailorspy]

Most humans I have met so far have been indeed quite stubborn. It's often a cause for constant headaches.

[ As if he can talk, honestly. If anything it's almost hypocritical how Garak says this as though he hasn't caused his own fair share of headaches to the people around them due to how stubborn he is.

Garak shifts on the bed, looking Steve up and down, eyes wide in surprise. ]

That's... quite an offer, Captain. [ A chill runs down his spine just in time to remind him how cold the whole room is. He sighs. ] But my condition is quite precarious, I'm afraid... I'm more amenable to accept your help than usual.

[ He tries to wiggle enough to offer Steve a corner of the bed. ] But it will be a tight fit, I'm afraid. [ They're both rather large, and the mattress is very narrow. ]

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve smiles in what he hopes is a friendly enough looking way as he crawls onto the bed and wraps one arm around Garak to spread his warmth over. The serum has him always running hot so he can only hope it's enough to get the other man out of danger.

Still, he has to laugh a little as he struggles to stay onto the bed and manages it only when smashed up against the other's side. It's absolutely ridiculous. ]

Bucky is a pretty big guy too so I am used to tight squeezes in bed. He keeps my temperature, though, so this is the first time I've not been brought to a sweat by it.