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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.]

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[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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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?

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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?

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[ 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?

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[Eggsy puts his hands on his hips, watching as JB gets exactly what he'd been trying to get. All of James' attention and then some. The pug was extremely friendly and affectionate, and preferred being carried, rather than walking. If he could convince someone to hold and pet him, he was going to do anything he could to make it happen.]

It's a good thing he ain't full grown, yeah? He's a lot easier to manage this small.

[Not that at his full size JB was terribly heavy.]

Nah, not really.

[Eggsy decides that means James is coming with him, cause he turns to Stark and leans down to talk to him. He rubs the alien-dog's head gently, telling him to watch the others while he's gone. When he stands back up, he shrugs and moves towards the door.]

Stark's, um, he seems to be super smart. Sometimes I don't think he's a pet, like the person who sold him to me said. Anyways, it's not that long of a story. Big green guy got mad, broke some glass, and I lost this and died.

[He waves his robot arm.]

[dislocked]

[ As it turns out, Bucky's becoming very amenable to achieving JB's objectives. If Eggsy hadn't invited Bucky out, he'd probably end up holding and petting him for hours. Yes, hours. His gaze is warm when it comes to the dog and that unconditional affection -- there's everything charming about it, and he has to put him down too soon, gentle and scratching behind JB's ears when he does.

It's obvious Eggsy loves his pets, too -- he nods, observes when he leans down to talk to the alien dog (Stark, is it? The name brings back faint impressions), the gentleness with which he addresses his animal friend. It's quite something, this kindness, and he falls into place beside him as they head out. ]

He looks intelligent. [ Especially if he has to babysit several others. Bucky looks over the arm, registering the fact that he's entirely casual about how it happened. But more importantly -- ]

How did you come back?

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He is, yeah? You ever met an alien before? Like any kind? Cause sometimes they don't look like we do, and I was thinkin' that maybe Stark's like that, you know? Doesn't look like us, but that he thinks like we do.

[Eggsy couldn't directly communicate with him, but he did try and he treated all of the animals like people anyways, so he never worried. Stark stuck around and he didn't have to, so that was nice.]

I dunno. Well, I guess I don't know exactly how. The captain brought me back. Curly hair and looks like he hasn't slept in a couple years.

[He leads Bucky down the hall towards the elevator.]

I remember dyin'. What it felt like. And then I remember wakin' up. I, um, know I died though.

[It was something he'd never forget, how his mind had tried to comfort him, distract him from the overwhelming pain.]

Suppose he's got some kind of magic or somethin'.

[dislocked]

Not up close.

[ Bucky says blandly. He's aware of the Chitauri even if he hadn't been around when hell rained down from the sky and pretty much decimated a good chunk of Manhattan -- after all, it's pretty recent history, and he hears things, gleans information from opinion columns in newspapers whenever he can get his hands on them. ]

He looks like a gentle dog. [ He notes, agreeing with the assessment. Alien dogs, that's new and admittedly quite refreshing. He can get used to this. Bucky listens carefully to Eggsy's recollection, following after him and absorbing the unspoken nuances, the trauma and violence that precedes that kind of death. He understands it to a great extent, and nods quietly. He must have been afraid, angry, in so much pain that nothing else matters. ]

I'm sorry. [ And he means it. ] Did he ask for anything in return?