( 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

[heliakal]

The sad truth of it is, Bruce's assessment of the situation is right on the mark. The creatures being sentient might be enough to convince a few people to back off, but it won't be long before they're replaced with someone more bloodthirsty and more willing. Still, that doesn't mean the handful of hearts that might be changed aren't worth anything. It's as much about the hunters as it is their intended targets.

"As long as there are people like that, there will be people who are willing to protect those who can't protect themselves. We'll find a way, or make one." There's a quiet, bone-deep conviction in the words. Clark doesn't think he sees people as any better or worse than they are - but he sees potential, and he wants it to develop into something good when it can. "When we're done here, I'll see what I can find out through the locals. Maybe there's some kind of government oversight in this part of the universe... And some other way for these hunters to earn their living."

And of course, the hunters aren't the only ones on the planet who might have some stake in the future. "A barrier of some kind? That's a good idea. If you come up with anything I can help with, just say the word."

[hyperkinesia]

There's a strange kind of familiarity in the way Clark says that. The words, how he says them, the genuine belief and meaning behind them— it only takes a second for Bruce's mind to make the connection, and he can almost hear a 'click' somewhere in there when the piece fits into place. When he almost hears those words in another voice and realizes they could have well come from Steve's own mouth.

It's a nice kind of realization, though. The world —or worlds, as is the case right now— needs more people like Steve, like Clark. He smiles, keeps that thought to himself, and focuses on the rest.

"That could help too, yes. I didn't even think about that, considering the planet seems unpopulated aside from the creatures and those visiting." Which are pretty much just the hunters. "I will let you know. And you let me know too, if you manage to find something?"

[heliakal]

"It's a long shot," Clark admits, a little wry, but he'll try anyway. After all, it doesn't seem like he's wrong about people willing to help at least; Bruce is willing to throw his lot in and try to figure something out. That's two already, and he's sure there will be more, among this crew.

"Of course," he says. He gives the creatures one last look before dropping below them and veering towards more unexplored territory. "Let's get this done, then..."

[hyperkinesia]

"But not impossible." Bruce has always been more cautious than he is optimistic, but sometimes it's good to have a little hope. It doesn't always pan out, but he also makes sure to always be ready for things to go wrong. That way, he's not disappointed if things don't work out the way he hopes them to. Well— not as disappointed.

"Careful about gravity fluctuations," he offers, unable to tell if the areas Clark's flying over have any noticeable shifts. He's not entirely sure how Clark's powers work either, for all he knows he's virtually unaffected by gravity, or adapts easily to it changing unpredictably.