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( february event log )

Who: Everyone
When: February 16th and on
Where: Throughout the Moira
What: After an exhausting month and a half, the crew tries to relax.
Warnings: Please label accordingly!

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"Sometimes, the thing that brings us together also pulls us apart. "

The beginning of the month was a whirlwind of confusion—for both seasoned and new members of the crew. Link’d Inc’s unsavory methods for obtaining information were revealed, the company’s front runner was murdered and planted on the ship, and with the help of Benjamin Link, the crew was able to free the kidnapped children and unlock the ship so that the Moira could get as far away as possible. It was a mess, but after the refugees were taken to a nearby by planet to start over, things have finally begun to settle down. The ship also has more crew than it’s ever had, and that can only mean one thing: more work. An unfortunate side effect of having so many bodies in one place, everyone is being asked to contribute; the captains implore everyone to chip in and do their share. Clean up after yourselves, don’t miss your shifts, and give fellow crew members a hand with their tasks if they can’t get them done on time.

☄ SPACEWALK ( 02.16 - 02.23 )
Eventually, Manasseh comes to the crew with a training opportunity. The captains are well aware that not everyone on board have learned essential skills for surviving and working in space. To remedy that, she has offered to take a week to train groups in the skill of performing space walks on the hull. Those who already have experience are welcomed as assistant instructors. Those willing will learn how to safely don a spacesuit and secure oxygen lines and tethers—for both themselves and others. All skills that will come in handy in case there is a need for emergency repairs, or if the crew encounters a low-atmosphere environment they wish to explore. Mysteriously, there is also a promise of something interesting on the horizon for those willing to learn.

☄ TREATS N' SWEETS ( 02.16 - EVENING )
As a way of extending an olive branch to the crew, the captains have cleared out the kitchen and mess hall early in the afternoon. Later that evening, the crew is asked to come down - via their MIDs - as the captains have a surprise for them. The tables are lined with finger foods, sandwiches, pretzels and chips, but the table in the very back is where the captains are lingering. They’ve made desserts for the crew, but they aren’t just any typical sweet concoction. They are each unique, and there are small, hand-written signs in front of each:

•JUST RELAX: Mint chocolate chip ice cream scooped out into bowls and is the most sweet of the three. The first bite does little to the person eating it, but each subsequent taste results in an increasingly relaxed state. The more that is consumed, the more mellow the person becomes.
•BE HONEST: A delicate concoction of science and the culinary arts, this dessert is refreshing and semi-sweet. The fruity flavors burst in your mouth, loosening your tongue, and result in a brief period of honesty. The reactions vary from person to person—anywhere from being more blunt than normal to answering any question that is asked without a filter. The effects wear off after an hour.
•YOU'RE SWEET: A selection of small chocolate cheesecakes offer something rich and decadent to enjoy. Each one brings something a little different in terms of flavor, the taste lingering for some time after you’re done. Some make you feel indulgent, some make you feel romantic; this makes you feel both. Those that sample this dessert will feel lighter, happier, and more likely to indulge in romantic endeavors. The effects last for only one night, dissipating after a good night’s sleep. Those that do not require sleep will suffer the effects for two days.

☄ LANTERNS IN THE BLACK ( 02.23 )
The day starts out differently than most. The captains send a message saying that everyone has been granted light duty for the day, and once they finish their necessary chores, they are given the remainder of it to themselves. Around midday, an announcement will be made. The pilgrim fleet of Librae Prime will be performing their yearly Celebration of Life. They are on their way to a system decades away, and each year, they celebrate the lives gained and lost within their ranks by releasing a multitude of brightly colored lanterns out into space. The Pilgrims make a habit of inviting ships within range to participate as it is a joyful event for them.

The entire crew is welcome to watch from the observation deck, the lights dimmed so the view can be properly appreciated, but those members of the crew who have participated in the space walk lessons or have previous experience have a special opportunity all their own. Manasseh invites them to the airlock with a supply of flying lanterns and an offer to put their new-found skills to use by releasing the Moira’s own lanterns. The morning after the flight of the lanterns a special surprise will await everyone in their mailboxes. A small lantern sits waiting for each member of the crew. It casts a soft light comparable to a simple nightlight and will hover in a stationary position when activated.

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"Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you worried I might let you go just a few seconds ago?"

Because that sounds awfully adventurous for someone scared of floating away, just saying.

"Shut up, I'm trying to forget about that."

Because yes she is still worried about floating away and dying. Or watching him float away. Or both of them floating away and dying together.

"Right, of course. Sorry."

He's grinning, though, amused above all else, and thankfully not really thinking about the possibility that they could just float away endlessly into space.

"It's a little difficult to move when there's no gravity, but-- I can try to get you to do a somersault, if you want."

That's good, Trish is of the opinion that Bruce could do with more happy thoughts.

"Okay, let's try it. Just don't make me throw up in my helmet."

Well, right now he's very much enjoying the nice feeling of being out here with her, and finding himself completely weightless. It's not something he gets to experience often - or ever, actually.

"That's only up to you."

He turns to her, slowly guiding her hand to hold onto his shoulder so he can hold both of his together in front of himself.

"Give me your foot."

And that is very good. She likes the fact that she seems to be pretty good at making him smile.

She lifts her foot to place it in his hands, feeling a flutter of nerves in the pit of her stomach.

He doesn't push too hard, not wanting to spin her completely out of control, just giving her foot a light lift, hopefully enough to have her slowly spin backwards in the air.

Well, 'air' isn't exactly accurate here. In the middle of space, rather. He holds his hands out immediately, ready to catch her once she's spun around completely, arms reaching out so she can grab him too.

She ends up giggling like a little girl as she spins, which isn't particularly dignified but she can't really healp it as the world upends itself slowly.

It feels absolutely ridiculous, but she lets herself spin around twice just because that's part of the fun, the fact that she could just keep spinning and spinning.

Then she reaches for Bruce and stops herself, grinning widely.

"That was fun. You wanna try it?"

He can't help grinning widely at her reaction, even chuckling softly at the way she giggles through it all. It's sweet, actually, he comes to find, and it makes him feel all light and fluttery. Which, of course, it's just the complete lack of gravity that makes him feel like his blood is rushing upside down and backwards in his veins. Right? Right.

His hands hold onto her forearms when she reaches out for him, his own weight shifting a little and almost getting dragged along there, but luckily he manages to stop her instead.

"No, I..."

He trails off, watching the expression of sheer delight in her face, and feeling like he's been thrown for about twenty loops of his own already, what with the way his insides twist a little, and his heart beats just a hint faster. The slowly creeping awareness has his grin dying down into a more contained smile, his eyes dropping as he looks away and shakes his head.

Yep. He's screwed. Great.

"I'm okay, actually."

For a brief moment there, Trish has that feeling that (had they not been out in space and wearing helmets and bulky suits) would have translated into a moment of "oh wait, are we about to kiss???" when their eyes meet and she's smiling and he's smiling and something just sort of happens that can only be described as... well, a spark.

But it only lasts for a second or so, because then his eyes drop and the connection fades and Trish writes the whole thing off as just one of those random thoughts you have sometimes.

Sure, she likes Bruce, she definitely enjoys flirting with him and making him all flustered, but it's not as if they both haven't got anything better to do than getting all tangled up in emotions. They're trying to crew a damn spaceship after all!

So what is up with this feeling of disappointment that falls over her elation like a wet blanket?

"Okay... so, you think you've gotten your dose of spacewalking for today...?"

There's absolutely no spark at all there, because Bruce is going to make sure he smothers that little thing in his chest before it even gets the chance to turn into a flame. It can't be that hard, can it? They're in the middle of space, there's not even any oxygen for it to turn to fire.

It's a nice comfort, even if he knows it's futile to think of it in scientific terms. But he does know it's just the beginning of something that's not going to work out, that could never work out - not with what he is, where they are, and how quickly they could vanish from the ship from one day to the next.

So, he'll end that before it even has the chance to begin. He'll uproot those feelings before they even try to weave their way into his heart.

"We can go back, if you want to."

Honestly, he'd gladly stay out here all day, if he could. As scary as outer space might be, Bruce can't remember the last time he's felt this light and free.

But a part of him also knows that this is a kind of freedom he can't allow himself - and he's not just talking about the spacewalking.

It's true, there really isn't much of a chance for them, Trish would agree with that too. All things considered any kind of relationship beyond a friendly one would be a terrible idea.

She's not actually consciously processing this at this exact moment of course, but it's the conclusion she'll come to later when she's tossing and turning in bed because she can't stop thinking about that moment.

Said conclusion will not really help her get to sleep.

For the moment, however, it's still easy to smile at Bruce, holding on to him still because there's no particular reason to let go.

"You like it out here, don't you?"

The thing is, he thinks he's the only one having these thoughts running through his head right now. Sure, she might not be processing the whole thing right this instant, but there's an awareness there that Bruce doesn't see yet, and it does make him feel a little better, thinking that this is very much a one-sided thing.

Makes it easier to deal with, despite the fact that an irrational part of him feels a little sad too. But it's better like this, he knows.

He smiles sheepishly at her, easing into a more friendly attitude - he hopes -, not showing any signs that he'll try to let her go.

"That easy to tell, huh?"

She raises a hand to tap very lightly on the front of his helmet, smiling, glad to see that sheepish look of his back on his face because it feels like a sort of return to their usual dynamic.

"Your face is pretty easy to read."

It's not really hard to know how Bruce is feeling a lot of the time, if you're paying attention. At least Trish doesn't think it is. He doesn't exactly hide it, it's just that he's always controling his feelings, even when he doesn't have to.

He can manage that much, he thinks. He's good at bottling up his feelings, after all, burying them deep within him, and while his experience is mostly with feelings of the bad kind, the whole process can't be all that different with good ones, can it?

(If he thought it through properly, he'd realize it's not that easy. He did it with Betty, sure, but distancing himself physically helped a lot too - and even despite everything having managed, he's wearing her necklace even now. Although he can always argue that what he felt for Betty once was much stronger, something much more difficult to let go and move past, something that would of course leave a more lasting mark - while this is barely the beginnings of a crush.)

"Is it? I must be out of practice, then."

Said jokingly. He does contain his emotions a lot, and hide certain feelings behind others, but he knows that for the most part, he's never had to do that around Trish before. That's likely to change now, though.

"Don't worry, you're still mostly a mystery to me."

His face is easy to read, yes, but that doesn't mean there is always something to read, apart from the sadness that seems to cling to him too much of the time.

Not that she can blame him. He's got so many heavy burdens to bear, and he seems to be trying to do it alone. She can sort of related to that, in a way. Needing to handle your shit on your own.

She's just not very good at letting the people she cares about do that.

"I wouldn't want that, either."

The answer comes before he even thinks twice on it, and the surprise shows in his face too. Still, he smiles softly, lips pressing into a thin line as he looks away for a moment. He gets reminded of the lanterns just then - it was almost as if he had completely forgotten about the ceremony, and the reason why they were out here in the first place - and he uses that as an excuse, admiring the display of the floating lights instead.

"They might go on forever."

Not sure if it's a nice sentiment, or just depressing. Maybe somewhere between the two.

"I don't even want to try to think about what the probability is that they just keep going without ever crashing into anything."

The numbers would be too painfully huge. Not to mention the fact that the thought of the lanterns just sailing on forever and ever itself is also far too vast for any human mind to truly be able to grasp it. The human brain was never meant to handle infinity, she would definitely agree with Bruce on that.

Edited 2016-02-24 09:59 (UTC)

"It's probably for the best that you don't. That would be a headache to last you a lifetime."

And he's speaking of literal numbers here, actual equations to figure it out - and that would still be a guess, an estimate based on what of this universe is known to them. They could never know for sure.

But that's nice. Some things are best not being known or completely understood. Much of life is a mystery, after all, and though Bruce enjoys unravelling some of those mysteries, sometimes it's nice to just sit there watch in wonder and amazement, let the universe marvel him.

"You look kind of pleased with that."

Trish wrinkles her nose, not sure how she feels about it herself. Sure, rationally speaking she knows that no one can know everything. It's just not possible.

But then there is that inner control freak who still likes to give it a try.

"And I am."

He's smiling again, when he looks at her, particularly amused at the expression she pulls. Not that it surprises him much - Trish seems like the kind of person who, given the chance, would want to know everything about everything, even if that might overwhelm her more than she could possibly imagine.

"Everything is a mystery. Life, the universe... if I knew everything there is to know, there'd be no point to life. It's good, not knowing something, or not understanding it even though you know it exists. Sometimes it's just about feeling things, instead of having to pick them apart, and--" He pauses, shaking his head a little. "I don't know. I like the wonder. I like the thought of some things just... sweeping me off my feet. Don't you?"

If you know everything, you can control the situation, and Trish is all about that. Not always on a conscious level, but it's certainly always ticking away in the back of her head. Stay in control, make sure you can't get hurt.

And yet there is always that other side of her too. The one that recklessly throws itself out there, puts itself in danger for people she cares about.

The side of her that craves connection.

Love.

"Getting swept off your feet sounds a lot like falling on your ass."

She does get his point, really. She can appreciate the beauty in great mysteries, the poetry of the picture he paints with his words.

She's just being contrary because she enjoys bickering with him.

He can't help huffing at her answer, the sound turning to a chuckle as he grins and shakes his head, eyes rolling a little.

"A guy says something poetic and you just have to ruin it like that, don't you?"

Not that she's wrong, but she's being a lot more literal than he was. Still, if literal is where she's going...

"We're not falling on our asses now."

He waves his legs around, a motion slowed when floating in outer space, meaning to convey that they're very much off their feet right now.

Trish smiles too, glad that she's somehow managed to get the warmth back into his smile by being a little shit. Jessica would be proud.

Okay no, Jessica would probably be making gagging noises about her hanging around in space being cutesy with some guy but whatever.

"That's just because there's nowhere to land, which isn't very reassuring."

Some guy? Wow, excuse you, Jessica.

"Look on the bright side: if there's nowhere to land, then you can't fall."

He arches his eyebrows, shooting her a cheeky little smile as he lifts his shoulders.

"But we can always go back inside, if you want. That way you can fall on your ass and fully enjoy the effects of a stabilized gravity field."

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