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[commontype]

Who: Eggsy commontype & anyone
When: Today and forward
Where: Ceta and the Moira
What: Protesting, fighting, and protecting those that can't protect themselves.
Warnings: Fighting, cursing, and will update if more come up


A Passive Approach: 3/09

[Eggsy decides to set up shop in the mess hall. It's a central location, one that will get him the attention that he needs, because he's going to stage a protest against killing the whales. It's not what he'd actually like to do, but he knows better than to start shit that could result in another planet being destroyed.

So he borrows some paint and starts making some signs.]

Hey, you wanna help?

[He stops people as they come in, explaining what's going on.]

An Active Approach: 3/11; closed

[The protest he'd set up with the help of the rest of the crew went alright. It didn't stop the whalers, which pissed him off, but it did at least rally everyone to work together. That was something.

But he was antsy, pent up, and pissed off.

There was no reason to kill the whales just to harvest a mineral from inside them. That was shit and he was telling one of the whalers just as much when he decided to take a swing. And another. Next thing he knew, Eggsy was in a full-on brawl with a group of them. Swinging, dodging, doing just fine, and then there's Loki, out of nowhere, distracting him.]

Watch out!

[A fist catches his jaw and he stumbles.]

A Questionnaire: 3/12

[Early in the morning, Eggsy sends out a MID message to the entire crew, captains included.]

I've been tryin to find somethin to do here that I'd be good at and I'm plannin on asking for a job switch soon. There seems to be a lot of animals on the ship. They might need care or someone to look after them, so I'm gonna make a list, but I need your help.

If you could help me with that, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

[Attached to the message is a simple list that anyone can update. Either message Eggsy back and let him know, or add what you do know to it.]

Wildcard:

Hit me with anything for the plot so far. Whale watching, planet shenanigans, translator stuff, etc.

[OOC: For the protest prompt, feel free to time skip ahead on that or have your character help make signs. He'll be taking them down to the planet, with whoever wants to go, and starting a protest outside where most of the whalers hang out.]

Comments

[realitywarped]

[Loki's actually about six feet to the left of where everyone sees him, thanks to a hastily muttered word as soon as he saw the brawl, on one of his regular explorations of the temporary. He'd actually been rather impressed by how well Eggsy was holding off the hordes, stopping to watch for a moment- at least until Eggsy had got distracted.

With a sigh, he wades in to the fight, a very surprised whaler being pulled off Eggsy with casual strength before Loki merges back with his illusion in front of Eggsy.]

It's not me who needs to be careful, master Unwin. I'm not as squishy as mortals, and a little punch isn't likely to fell me.

[He rolls his eyes, but moves to cover Eggsy's side, in the brawl now whether he likes it or not.]

Well, I suppose I was getting rather bored.

[commontype]

[Alright, Eggsy definitely knew that Loki was a God, he did. It was just that he wasn't used to that, so he tended to forget the guy could take care of himself in a situation like this. He didn't want anyone to get hurt, not cause he was mouthing off when he shouldn't have been and the ache in his jaw and his ribs will remind him of that for a couple days, so he was a little more careless now.]

Maybe not. [He dodges a fist, twisting around so that he can knock one of the whalers away.] But couldn't risk it.

[Eggsy wants to be impressed at how easy this is for Loki, but later when his lip isn't bleeding and there's not a man trying to beat the shit out of him.]

[realitywarped]

[Loki draws his belt-knife, raising an eyebrow at one whaler who gets a little too close. The whaler decides to retreat, having not brought a knife to a fist fight.

He concentrates mostly on just making sure no-one gets too close to Eggsy's blind spots, content to let someone else do most of the punching. Even people he's moderately fond of can't expect to get away from the fact Loki is much fonder of having other people do the fighting. Besides, it gives him more chance to watch Eggsy.]

I've risked worse. I've been punched by Hulks before, and survived it, if that gives you a frame of reference. That does hurt.

[commontype]

[Eggsy curses when his hand connects with one of the whaler's jaws, the angle causing a knuckle to split.]

Shit.

[He shakes his hand, adapting quickly to how Loki fights. Even though it's mostly making sure nobody gets too close, it's enough and it's appreciated.]

Does fuckin' hurt, Loki. Just some of us ain't strong enough to survive that.

[Considering that was how he died, Eggsy knows from experience, but it's nothing he needs to focus on now. There's two whalers left, and Eggsy knocks one back, hard enough he gets too close to the edge and the other man has to grab him. They scramble off, gathering up the others as they go.]

Fuckin' tossers! [Chest heaving, blood trickling from his lip, he turns towards Loki with a grin.] Hey, how're you?

[realitywarped]

[He raises an eyebrow, an expression of tolerant amusement covering over his relief Eggsy is mostly unharmed. He reaches up, hand catching Eggsy's chin to tilt his head back, getting a better look at that lip.]

Mmm, looks minor enough, I suppose.

[He runs his thumb under Eggsy's lip, maybe a little too familiarly, wiping at the blood. If he will insist on dating them, however, he can put up with a little touching.]

I'm perfectly fine, and perhaps a little impressed. Any other injuries I should know about?

A Passive Approach

[ersatzeverything]

It's a nice idea, pal, but do you really think it'll work? A few days isn't much time to change hearts and minds. [Deacon's a bit of a pessimist when it comes to human (and alien) nature.]

[commontype]

Nah, don't really know, now do I?

[Eggsy shrugs, picking up a brush with red paint on the end.]

Thought I'd give this a shot, and if it doesn't work, I dunno. Try somethin' else.

[ersatzeverything]

Well, I guess it's better than bombing the harvesting facility. Non-violent is a nice option, when it works.

[He still doesn't think it will, but he'll contribute a sign to the cause.

"This is your brain." [with a rough picture of an egg]

"This is your brain on cetacean air-sac dirt." [with a rough picture of a giant whale being dropped on a smashed egg]

"Any questions."]

[commontype]

From the way them notices was posted, seems like bombing anythin' would just blow the planet up.

[Eggsy steps back, hands on his hips as he watches the man makes his sign. It's an effective piece of art and Eggsy kind of likes it.]

Funny you drew an egg, cause I'm Eggsy.

[He sticks his hand out.]

Nice to meet ya.

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon looks Eggsy over, seeing if he can spot a weapon and only then does he shake his hand. It's habit. He approaches handshakes with the mindset of actually taking note whether a person has a weapon in their hands or not. Very old fashioned.]

Deacon.

So, is Eggsy a nickname or were your parents just breakfast enthusiasts?

passive approach

[cardboard_boss]

[Snake didn't expect to see painted signs in the Mess Hall when he entered but that was what he got. A young man seemed to be busying himself setting something up.]

Need help with something, kid?

[commontype]

Oh, yeah, bruv. If you ain't busy, I'd appreciate it.

[People came here to eat, had their own work to do, so Eggsy wouldn't be upset if they didn't have any free time for this.]

Tryin' to make some signs. Ain't usually one for peacefully protestin', but figured, considerin' the mess on Caducus, that I'd try this instead.

[He was going to give this a shot before doing anything stupid.]

[cardboard_boss]

[Busy? He hadn't anything to do that was the problem. No missions. Nothing. Just the odd cleaning duty which was mandatory aboard the Moira. He wanted to do some reconnaissance but just hadn't got around to it yet. Being new he still didn't know his way around that good yet.]

What are you protesting about?

[Snake looked at the kid's board and frowned. Whales? Whaling? Was he an animal rights activist? In space?]

Didn't think you got many whales in space.

[commontype]

Killin' them big floatin' whale things.

[They might not be whales, but they looked like it, so that was close enough.]

They ain't killin' them to survive or anythin' like that. They're killin' them to harvest some kind of mind alterin' shit and that ain't right.

[He lifts a brush, extending it towards the man with a shrug.]

This is my first time in space, so I couldn't really say, yeah?

[cardboard_boss]

[Venom agreed with what the kid's views were. Killing any innocent creature was something Snake disagreed on. Surely, preserving the creature would work out better in the end?]

Yeah. People do that all the time back on Earth. Hunting for sport, trophy hunting, that kind of thing. All done for greed and profit.

Sign-making, March 09

[hellsbel]

[a second visit to the museum had only made the culling operation more disturbing, and despite a healthy interest in interplanetary cultures and economies, Bel's preferred to stay on shipboard for the last few days.

it helps to know others are disturbed as well -- a glimpse of one of Eggsy's signs has Bel sauntering over to the table for a look.]

I did this a few times back home. Getting heard is a good first step. [grins and pulls up a chair] Are we going to march on them?

[commontype]

You done this before?

[Eggsy glance up, brows raised and a slow smile blooming. He hasn't had a single person with any experience come up to him, so this definitely helps. He recognizes them from around the ship, Bel Thorne according to the MID.]

I wanna march on them. I don't know if it'll be doin' any good, but them things are out there, mindin' their own and someone's killin' them. Ain't right.

[He drops his paintbrush, sticking out his hand.]

Feelin' like you might wanna join, yeah?

[hellsbel]

It's a national pastime back home. [and easily degenerates into memes and personal injury, but it's all fresh and new here, and fire and sincerity go a long way.

has seen Eggsy around the ship as well -- casting some interesting glances at Greg, yet! now there's a situation to keep an eye on. a compact, punchy lad, his smile definitely worth a second look and a smile in return as Bel grips his hand.]

Try to keep me away. Nobody'd spend that much attention sanitizing their public image if there wasn't something wrong somewhere. You'd think they'd develop a synthetic instead, and save on labor and bloodshed.


[[Can edit out the reference to Greg if Bel shouldn't have noticed; I figured they might. ^^]]

[commontype]

[Eggsy figured, what with PETA and other organizations, that it was popular back home, just not quite something he'd ever been involved in. He shakes their hand, rolling his shoulder and nudging a sign towards them.]

Yeah, figure somethin's up with all that. Don't really know what, but, even if there's not, can't stand 'round and do nothin'.

[Ah, Greg. He's still not sure how that's going, but Eggsy is determined.]

So, seen ya around and all. You friends with Miles and Ivan? Gregor, too?

[[No need to edit! Eggsy doesn't hide when he's interested in a person usually, and he flirts pretty openly. Bel would have noticed if they'd been around while Greg and Eggsy were together. Haha.]]

[hellsbel]

[Beta Colony's protest culture is a whole 'nother sandbox, son.~]

Shake the place up enough, we might turn up a clue. Or delay things, if nothing else.

[not that it had been that easy during their last stop, but circumstances had been different. nods cheerfully at the question -- determined? good. it's the only way to be where Barrayarans are involved.]

Oh, yes; we're from the same time and galaxy, though by way of different planets. I'd run into Miles first.... [quite literally!] Betan shipmaster meets Barrayaran lieutnenant, sparks fly, disaster averted. [eyes gleaming with humor; only one actual lie -- Miles had not been a lieutenant yet. and their story would even have covered the touch of starstruck dreaminess, if all these months on the Moira hadn't been enough to excuse it.] Got to know Ivan and Greg later, but we were all acquainted by the time we ended up here. A real relief, to see some familiar faces.

[busily painting MAKE LOVE, NOT CARNAGE on the sign. priorities!]

You were here before me, weren't you?


[[Yay!~]]

wildcard!

[dislocked]

[ It's a couple of weeks into his new arrival that Bucky finally goes to where he's been assigned, having spent the days before that exploring the ship, more than half-certain that the entire thing was some sort of elaborate trap. That, and the fact that he knows he ought to spare his new roommate the myriad problems that he comes with -- the nightmares, the paranoia, the sudden bursts of violence that he has little control ever on the occasion.

But catching whatever little shut-eye he can locked away in narrow spaces is untenable, and he's become more curious about his roommate as the days pass. Which is why this morning finds him here, cautiously easing into the room. He'd only just showered and shaved, and the last thing he expects is seeing a pug (and what kind of a giant strange-looking dog is that beside it?) trotting towards him from their spot in the middle of the room.

Okay, so it's a mini petting zoo up in here. He can deal with that. ]

[commontype]

[Eggsy's sitting on the edge of the bed, tying the laces on his trainers. He's got sweats on and a tank top, because he's about to hit up the rec area. It's a habit, exercising often, and one he actually enjoys. When he hears the door open, he turns around quickly, brows raising when he sees who it is.]

Hey, bruv. Was wonderin' when you'd come 'round.

[He follows the dogs over, stopping on the bed to scoop up the three kittens, setting them on the floor so that they can run over and play at Bucky's feet.]

I'm Eggsy.

[He sticks out his right hand, eyes flicking down to Bucky's arm, then to his own.]

Ha, well. Ain't that somethin'. [He points to each animal in turn.] That's JB, that's Stark. The kittens are Sydney, Maxwell, and Banner. Bit of a collection goin', but they're all friendly.

[dislocked]

[ The first good thing about this is that his new roommate isn't trying to kill him. The second is that there are three very small kitten joining the party by his feet, and by some miracle don't seem to be stepped on by the giant weird dog who looks like he needs a treat or ten.

He's relaxing before he even knows it, taking his hand with his left; Eggsy has a certain laid-back, easy demeanor that puts him at ease. Regarding the metal arm that vaguely resembles his own, he nods -- there probably is a story behind that, all the same. A few moments later, he bends to let them sniff his fingers (the ones that aren't bionic); they are so small, so precious, and he nods at every name, taking note. ]

I'm James. [ He gestures, letting a kitten -- Banner -- climb into his palm. Eggsy looks to be in good shape, solid and broad, and probably knows his way around a good fight or two. Or ten. ] Heading out?

[commontype]

Nice to meet ya, James. That one's named after my best mate, Bruce.

[Well, Eggsy thought of him that way at least.]

But, I wouldn't get down there like that unl-

[He sighs, heavily, mouth curved up in amusement. JB has taken James' new position closer to the ground as a sign that the man actually wants attention from the pug, not the kittens. The dog huffs and grunts, bumping into James' hand and arm, tail wagging.]

Told ya they were all friendly, and yeah. Was gonna go for a run, maybe a swim.

[Eggsy had noticed his roommates post-shower appearance and wonders if that will play any part in him joining him.]

Wanna come with?

[dislocked]

[ Oh. The pug is as bold as he is affectionate, he realizes, and Bucky's taken by surprise for a moment before he smiles at the dog; an unexpectedly warm, genuine gesture as he crooks his arm and lets JB climb on it, bringing him closer without thinking.

There's everything charming about getting your chin licked by an adorable little dog who seems to have plenty of love to give, and who doesn't seem to care who he's giving it to. Bucky, of course, finds it far too easy to give JB a belly rub in return, and he almost misses Eggsy's comments. Almost.

He looks up and nods briefly at him, a smile still tugging at the side of his mouth; the mini petting zoo isn't going to be so bad, after all. He regards Eggsy, noting the accent as his curiosity about the man just barely wins out over his growing affection for the very small, very friendly animals.

Straightening up, Bucky delicately places JB back down (but not without another gentle rub for good measure), scratching under Banner's chin. ] Yeah. [ Can't hurt to find out more about the guy he's going to be in the same room with, right? That, and a run and a swim sound like good ways to keep himself sharp. He gestures briefly to Eggsy's arm. ] Long story?