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thisavrou_log2016-03-01 11:34 pm
hyperkinesia) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-03-01 11:34 pm
( open ) you are descended from animals
Who: Bruce Banner and anyone!
When: First half of March.
Where: Several places around the Moira.
What: A general catch-all if anyone wants to run into him on the ship since he won't be going down to the planet at all.
Warnings: None for the moment, will update if need be.
( a note: I'm good with both brackets and prose, so just pick whichever you prefer and I'll match! )
Things seem a little calmer now, and while that leaves Bruce feeling wary of what might yet happen, it also offers him a semblance of peace and quiet. The planet seems interesting but not very welcoming, and for that reason he decides not to go down there and visit himself, opting for staying on the ship and spending a good amount of his time in the science department.
Especially as he starts getting data from the planet, helpfully provided by Clark, he dedicates himself to putting together a file with all the thorough information, as well as building a holographic projection of the surface, based on the images and sensors Clark got him. It's exciting work to him, even if it might not seem like much to some, and he can often be found at the department, poring over all the images and information collected.
It's not all work for him, though. He knows he can't push himself past a certain point of exhaustion, and even if things seem calm right now, it's always good to keep practicing a little, and keep himself well in check. His favorite meditation spot is the observation deck, and he's likely to be found there more often than not, sitting on a small blanket, legs crossed and hands resting over his knees. The gardens are also a close second, and he goes there a few times too, enjoying what little of nature they have on board.
At the recreation area, he makes use mostly of the pool about once a week, going for a few leisurely laps at odd hours, when the place happens to be empty - or close enough to it.
Sunday, Monday and Tuesday afternoons are spent doing his duties at the mess hall, clearing out tables and making sure there's always food at the buffet for people to help themselves. Outside of that schedule, he can be found there during meal hours, sitting by himself and more often than not reading some file or, most likely, a book.
Run into him on a corridor, spot him at the library, what have you - Bruce regularly visits different areas of the ship so it's not unlikely for him to be spotted in a myriad of different places. Go wild!
When: First half of March.
Where: Several places around the Moira.
What: A general catch-all if anyone wants to run into him on the ship since he won't be going down to the planet at all.
Warnings: None for the moment, will update if need be.
( a note: I'm good with both brackets and prose, so just pick whichever you prefer and I'll match! )
WORKING; SCIENCE DEPARTMENT.
Things seem a little calmer now, and while that leaves Bruce feeling wary of what might yet happen, it also offers him a semblance of peace and quiet. The planet seems interesting but not very welcoming, and for that reason he decides not to go down there and visit himself, opting for staying on the ship and spending a good amount of his time in the science department.
Especially as he starts getting data from the planet, helpfully provided by Clark, he dedicates himself to putting together a file with all the thorough information, as well as building a holographic projection of the surface, based on the images and sensors Clark got him. It's exciting work to him, even if it might not seem like much to some, and he can often be found at the department, poring over all the images and information collected.
TRAINING & MEDITATING; OBSERVATION DECK, GARDENS, RECREATION AREA.
It's not all work for him, though. He knows he can't push himself past a certain point of exhaustion, and even if things seem calm right now, it's always good to keep practicing a little, and keep himself well in check. His favorite meditation spot is the observation deck, and he's likely to be found there more often than not, sitting on a small blanket, legs crossed and hands resting over his knees. The gardens are also a close second, and he goes there a few times too, enjoying what little of nature they have on board.
At the recreation area, he makes use mostly of the pool about once a week, going for a few leisurely laps at odd hours, when the place happens to be empty - or close enough to it.
MEALS & DUTIES; MESS HALL.
Sunday, Monday and Tuesday afternoons are spent doing his duties at the mess hall, clearing out tables and making sure there's always food at the buffet for people to help themselves. Outside of that schedule, he can be found there during meal hours, sitting by himself and more often than not reading some file or, most likely, a book.
WILDCARD; ANYWHERE.
Run into him on a corridor, spot him at the library, what have you - Bruce regularly visits different areas of the ship so it's not unlikely for him to be spotted in a myriad of different places. Go wild!
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He's not even thinking about that, thankfully. It's hard enough to deal with his thoughts and feelings as it is already, he doesn't need to be focusing on what they could do by having a private room made available to them.
The lift takes them to the bottommost hallway for the sleeping quarters, the Moro deck. He steps out once they get there, waiting for Trish to follow along, then leading the way down the hallway.
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Said with mock outrage as she follows along, about half a step behind him.
I haven't yet decided if that's the room I want to go with but let's pretend it is for now
A joking smile thrown over his shoulder, he leads them all the way to room 17, promptly opening the door and stepping aside to let her come in.
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Where most things concerning Bruce still are, really. It's so easy to forget that they haven't known each other for very long, but then moments like this happens and she remembers.
She steps into the room and looks around with a look of pure envy on her face.
"I hate you so much."
Don't even get her started on the bathtub.
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It's not something he minds talking about, at least not with people he likes. If he's never told her that's only because their conversations never headed that way, but he can't say he minds her knowing a little more about his past. At least some parts of his past.
"I'm sorry."
At least he has the decency to look apologetic, even though he's smiling.
And she hasn't even seen the bathtub yet. Wait until she realizes it actually comes with those fancy hydromassage things.
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She throws a smile his way as she gives herself a quick tour of the room, longingly gazing at the bed in particular. Not because she would like to be in it with Bruce (even though she would) but because it looks so damn comfortable.
Her next stop is the bathroom, and as soon as she peeks through the door her envy reaches new heights.
"Holy shit!"
She feels a little like when she was a kid and she and her mother had moved to their first new apartment. She had been so excited about getting her very own room.
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He crosses his arms, following after her more slowly, leaning against the doorframe to the bedroom as he grins and ducks his head amusedly.
"It's... a little fancier than I'm used to, honestly. But I can't complain."
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"I'm renaming this ship. The HMS I Can't Have Nice Things."
At least back home she could lock herself away and mull the Bruce situation over whilst taking a long, hot bath.
"If you complained about this bathroom I would probably have to kill you."
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Look at him, the guy who imploded a planet focusing on the bright side of their situation.
He waves a hand vaguely at the tub, a shoulder lifting in a shrug.
"You can use it whenever you want, for the record."
No, he's not really aware of the implication in his own words. Give him a while, though, and it might just sink in.
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"Trish, it's better if we don't give in to our mutual attraction to each other, but feel free to come and get naked in my quarters whenever you like. I'll just be in the other room reading about nuclear physics, completely unaffected by you soaping up your naked body just a few feet away."
Yes, she knows he was just trying to be his usual sweet self, and maybe that was sort of uncalled for, but she has never claimed to be a saint.
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He stares back at her at first, finally his eyes closing as he lets out a quiet little groan, using both his hands to hide his face. And his complete embarrassment and mortification.
"God... I'm sorry. I swear I was just trying to be nice."
And now he feels like a total pervert.
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She gets up, no longer able to stand even the short distance that is between them, and feeling like a shit for making him feel bad about offering her kindness.
She gently grips his wrists to tug lightly at them, trying to get him to show his face again.
"Hey. I'm a dick. And I'm sorry."
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Still, he doesn't tug away from her touch. He doesn't even resist when she pries his hands away from his face, a small apologetic smile already in place as she lowers his arms just so.
"No, it's fine. I really should think first before saying things like that."
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She lets go of his wrists and smiles a little.
"Might even take you up on it."
Because regardless of how tense things are between them, she does rather love the idea of taking a bath.
Okay, she might also kind of love the idea of him sitting around reading in the other room, looking perhaps mildly disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned just a little while she's in the bathroom naked, thinking about him...
Okay no, not a productive train of thought.
A pretty sexy one, though.
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"You can always come by when I'm not around. That way you can have the whole place for yourself."
Which, all things considered, might just be the best course of action. Because now he won't be able to ignore the awareness that she's naked and wet right on the other side of this door whenever she happens to drop by for a bath.
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Yes, they really are standing rather close to each other. Better change that.
She steps past him out the door, going back into his bedroom, not sure what to actually do with herself once she gets that far.
She doesn't want to be smart, damnit. She wants to be really, really stupid.
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Turning around, he takes a moment to follow after, though he keeps to the side of the room, a more decent distance between them. Decent and yet painful, but he ignores that, and stands his ground.
He looks at her— then past her, at the desk and small couch by the corner, remembering something.
"Actually, I have something for you."
He makes his way over to that corner, though he more or less walks around her, not actively avoiding her but doing his best not to get too close.
"I mean, if you like chocolate. You do like chocolate, right?"
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But if there is a god, the man she is falling for and who just made it clear that he has no intention of exploring anything romantic, is not about to give her chocolate of all things.
Then again the man she's falling for is Bruce Banner, King of Cluelessness, so she's pretty screwed there, isn't she?
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"Here. I got this a while back, for... Christmas, I think? I haven't really touched it. You can have it, if you want to."
Yep, he is definitely giving her a bunch of chocolate and sweets. Sorry Trish, looks like there's no such thing as a god.
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"You know what the really hilarious thing about this is? You were actually thinking, at some point, 'I need to get rid of all this fancy chocolate, surely giving it to the woman I am trying to keep things strictly platonic with is not going to send her any mixed signals at all."
She grips the basket a little tighter, in case he is going to try to take it back, because these sweets are hers now, damnit.
And no, she doesn't actually think any of this is funny. She might later when she's not boiling over with sexual and romantic tension.
"I'm gonna go eat all this chocolate now. How about a goodbye kiss just so we cement how this isn't that kind of relationship at all?"
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"It's just chocolate."
And that's it, honestly. He likes her, yes, and he's told her that much; but this right here, it really is just chocolate.
He huffs out a chuckle, more awkward than anything, arms crossing over his chest.
"So, I guess I'll... see you around?"
He's not even going to address the question because there are only so many jokes they can make about the thing while pretending it's not a Thing.
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She said before that she doesn't know what she wants, but this whole conversation has sort of changed that. She knows what she wants.
Him.
Bad idea or not.
"I'll see you later Bruce."
Time to flee before she does something stupid. So she does.
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He follows after, just in time to watch her walk down the hallway from his door, lingering on the threshold. It feels like she's walking out of more than just his room somehow, and that hurts like a stab to his chest, but...
It's better this way. She's better off this way. He'll just have to keep reminding himself of that.
"See you later."
Mostly said to himself at this point, followed by a sigh as he steps back inside closes the door again.