( open ) you are descended from animals

[hyperkinesia]

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! )

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!

Comments

[hyperkinesia]

He does try to be on the right side of the law, though it also would be a lie to say that he hasn't stepped over that line at times. He's kind of had to, over the years he's spent on the run, but it was always for reasons that he saw as good and right. It's different, doing something illegal and doing something that's truly bad.

"Then turn the pages slower. Enjoy the story, instead of rushing your way through it." Because Bruce has this feeling that Peter's the kind who would do that. He has to wonder if there's anything at all the teen would do with calm, just take his time and not just do it like the world might end in the next thirty seconds.

[takeitslow]

"I know it always seems like I'm rushing around, but that's only from your perspective. To me, I'm doing everything at a the same pace I was before the abilities kicked in. The rest of the world just slowed down." He's well aware how impatient he comes across as; a side effect of being faster than a normal person's perception of time. It's not that he doesn't feel the need to go, go, go. He does. But much of the time, he's taking as much time as he can force himself to. "I'd rather just put it down than bother flipping through too quick. If I don't like something, I don't see the point in keeping at it."

[hyperkinesia]

"Right. That's... yes, I forget about that sometimes. I stand corrected." Peter bringing it up now reminds him he'd told him about this already. It puts things into perspective too, it's just easy to forget that detail sometimes. It makes him wonder, though, at what rate Peter ages, if he'll just get older faster than everyone else by comparison, or if that's something else his power's changed. He doesn't ask, though, at least not for now, and just nods at what he says next. "Alright, fair enough. I get not wanting to waste time on something you don't like."

[takeitslow]

"Everybody does, honestly. It's not like any normal person is going to think about it." He shrugs, a childish way of showing he's done with that topic. He doesn't want to start unloading his issues about his powers on Bruce. As much as he likes to complain, he stays away from things he doesn't think anyone else would understand. "Right. You wouldn't, would you? Life's way to short to spend doing boring crap."

[hyperkinesia]

Childish or not, Bruce lets it go. He of all people understands what it's like to not want to talk about personal issues, when he himself has endless compartments, layers, holes dug deep and covered up, all of them filled with his own problems he never lets see the light of day. He takes a seat next to Peter instead, tipping his head in an agreeing nod, and moves on. "What do you like to do for fun, then? Other than breaking treadmills and eating snacks."

[takeitslow]

It's an easy topic change and one he's grateful for. He smiles, pulling his legs underneath him. "I had a Ping-Pong table in my room at home. I played a lot of games against myself. Listened to a lot of music, played arcade games, got involved in some after school stuff. You know, typical teenage stuff." It wasn't really lying to leave out the worst of his habits, right? "What about you? All science all the time, Doc?"

[hyperkinesia]

It takes no time at all for Bruce to picture Peter playing ping pong with himself, and he can't help chuckle at that particularly funny mental image. Well, that's one way to know he'll always win, no matter what. "Arcade games are fun, I played a little as a kid too." After moving in with his aunt, and always by himself— but they were good distractions at least, before he focused on other things. Science. Bombs. Definitely not typical teenage stuff. "Not all the time, no. Just most of the time. But I also like to read. I like classical movies too, and sci-fi. I do a little bit of exercise sometimes, but definitely nothing like you."

[takeitslow]

"I could have guessed the reading. You kind of give off that vibe, you know? " It was an intelligence thing. Peter was pretty sure that's why he always found Wanda and Billy at the library. "And there was the entire last five minutes of this conversation too. So. What do you consider classics? Because it it's anything from the 60's I'm going to feel old and that's weird when I'm not even legally able to drink yet. Or maybe you should say the good sixties movies because then I'll actually know what you're talking about."

[hyperkinesia]

"I figured I was a little obvious, yes." It didn't bother him, evidently. It was a good habit to have, and besides learning a lot, it was plenty entertaining when he had nothing else to do. Bruce smiled a little at the question, looking somewhat apologetic. "Anything from the 60's is a classic to me. But I would say anything from the thirties through to the seventies, maybe after that too." He was from the 21st century, after all. "I still like things from after that, of course, but mostly when I say classics, I'm thinking of things like... Casablanca, Lawrence of Arabia, Dr. Strangelove, or The Wizard of Oz. Just to name a few."

[takeitslow]

"Ugh, doc. You're killing me. Even seventies? I can't believe stuff that was just out in theaters at home will end up classics." Of course that happened to everyone, in any decade. Stuff from his mother's childhood was already on the way to classic. "Wizard of Oz, huh? My kid sister loves that movie. Ah, Judy Garland. Worth watching it for her."

[hyperkinesia]

"Sorry," he offers with a shrug, though he looks more amused than anything. "I guess you're a classic to me, too." Not really, though— Bruce looks at Peter and he just sees a kid. A special kid in a lot of ways, but he doesn't particularly stand out as being out of time or place. Besides, the 70's weren't that long ago. Hell, Bruce was born before then.

"She's nice. A good actress, great singing voice too." Also pretty, from what Bruce remembers. Sadly she died less than a year before he was even born. "I'm a fan of Ingrid Bergman, too. And Greta Garbo."

[takeitslow]

He snorts, shaking his head. "Aww, that sounds awful sweet Doc. And kind of depressing. But I'll give it to you for sweet."

"Mmmm. You like the girls from the golden age. Bet I can guess your type from that." He waggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly. It shouldn't come as too much of a surprise that a teenage boy would look for an excuse to talk about girls. He's fairly obvious in that regard. "They're both good looking, yeah. More of a Brigitte Bardot or Claudia Cardinale kind of guy, myself."

[hyperkinesia]

"What if I don't have a type?" Lies, he does have a type, but it has very little to do with what kind of actresses he appreciates. Not that he has had that many experiences or even vague romantic interests anyway, so he doesn't even think a pattern can be established there.

"They're nice actresses too." Not so much a fan of Bardot as a person, honestly, but cause for that is probably well in Peter's future. "More of sex symbols, though. Maybe I could guess your type from that, too."

[takeitslow]

"Everyone has a type. Anyone who tells you otherwise is hiding something," he says, with all the questionable wisdom of a teenager. Which is to say, none at all.

He laughs, clicking his tongue. He doesn't care how obvious his choices are. Or what they show is primary on his mind and how stereotypical he's being for his age. "I'm seventeen. That alone should tell you my type."

[hyperkinesia]

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind, should I ever find myself in that kind of situation." All humor and no seriousness there, since he doesn't really believe that's the truth. Well, most of it anyway— people are almost always hiding something, small as it might be at times.

"So the thing to remember here is that you're a walking stereotype," a pause, and he corrects, grinning crookedly. "A sprinting stereotype."

[takeitslow]

"Excuse me," Peter protests, standing and placing his hands on his hips. "That's slander. Or the other thing. Lie-bell. Sprinting implies short movements. I can keep the speed up for a long time. Running is more accurate."

He nods though, making a face. "But yeah. I kind of am a stereotype. But they had to get those from somewhere, right?"

[hyperkinesia]

"Really, sprinting's the part you take offense in?" Bruce sounds amused, though, lips quirking humorously. He moves to stand up too, grabbing the glasses from the floor, tilting his head at Peter in an understanding nod. "I stand corrected, then. Though to be fair, you don't look like that much of a stereotype to me." Or maybe Bruce just likes to focus on the more unique aspects in people— Peter sure has a few of those.

"I think I'm heading back to my room. It's getting late and I have an early morning tomorrow." As he always does. "You're sticking around here, or going to your room too?"

[takeitslow]

"Uh, yeah?" It's clear he's joking. He finds nothing about it offensive. Stereotype or not, he's comfortable with himself. Bruce's additional commentary throws him off the laughter. Another one of the many moments from their conversation to make him react in embarrassment. He shrugs off the compliment, directing his smile toward the pool.

"Neither. There's still a lot of ship to run." He'd only stuck around this long in one place for Bruce anyway. If he was leaving, Peter would just find somewhere else to putter around until he was finally tired enough to sleep. He glances to Bruce. "Have a good night then."

[hyperkinesia]

"Alright. You too. But try to get at least a little sleep at some point, alright?" He's not going to insist, though, especially when he knows Peter wouldn't listen and would just do what he wants to regardless. He tucks his robe a little tighter around himself, sliding his feet into his pair of flip flops on the floor nearby, offering one last smile at Peter before heading out. "See you later."

[takeitslow]

Peter gives a lazy salute, adjusting his goggles around his eyes. His mind’s already on where else to go. Who else to bother. “Yeah, yeah. Scout’s honor. “He laughs. “Bye.”