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thisavrou_log2016-07-15 11:23 pm
highlyintuitive) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-15 11:23 pm
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Who: River Tam and you!
When: throughout the month
Where: All over including: flight deck, library and rec room
What: River getting her ship set up, wandering around the Moira, generally being a weirdo
Warnings: none yet
[A - Flight Deck]
[ Since finding out that the Ingress had spat out a smaller version of a firefly class ship, River has been spending a lot of time inspecting her new craft and learning its quirks and all its hidden places. The main bay door stays open while she works on it. It's a pretty little ship but it arrived used. She's no mechanic like Kaylee but River does her best. Sometimes that requires trial and error. Sometimes it means that smoke comes out of the engine for several minutes before she finds what went wrong. More than once she steps outside with soot covering her face except for a space shaped like the goggles she's wearing atop her head.
If anyone is watching during one of these incidents, River shrugs. ]
There were problems.
[B - Flight Deck]
[ Eventually the incidents of smoke subside and the small engine glows softly when she tests it. With the technicaly issues (mostly) solved she's moved on to the most important part of owning a ship. Naming it. Anyone passing by might notice River dangling off the side of her ship, ten feet off the ground in a makeshift harness. She's been painting a name on the side in bright yellow paint. It reads THE LANTERN with several small stylized lanterns surrounding it.
There are a few splatters of paint on the deck but River doesn't seem too inclined to worry about it. ]
[C - Library]
[ The library is, as always, a peaceful place to look around for something to read. Maybe you're browsing through trying to find something new to read to fill the time. Everything seems to be normal until a foot can be spotted danging from the top of the bookshelf. River is stretched out atop the shelf, staring at a book with a confused expression. ]
...I'm not sure this is anatomically possible.
[ The cover of said book reads as "The Passion of the Tentacles". The cover is as one might expect. ]
[D - Rec area]
[ River usually takes time in the rec area either early in the morning or late at night when it's less likely to be occupied by too many people. Since she woke up from cryo with months and months of new memories she's been more willing to trust herself. That trust starts with her becoming willing to trust her body and make it stronger without fear of losing herself.
She stands, wearing thin flats that let her grip the floor and holding two weighted sticks in her hands. She starts out with careful steps but slowly picks up speed. Her moves are halfway between combat and dance. The routine takes her across the floor as she pushes herself, by the end she's breathing heavily as she feels the strain in her muscles and welcomes it. Do you interrupt? Or offer to spar with her? ]
[F - Wildcard]
[ Nothing appeal? Create your own scenario! ]
When: throughout the month
Where: All over including: flight deck, library and rec room
What: River getting her ship set up, wandering around the Moira, generally being a weirdo
Warnings: none yet
[A - Flight Deck]
[ Since finding out that the Ingress had spat out a smaller version of a firefly class ship, River has been spending a lot of time inspecting her new craft and learning its quirks and all its hidden places. The main bay door stays open while she works on it. It's a pretty little ship but it arrived used. She's no mechanic like Kaylee but River does her best. Sometimes that requires trial and error. Sometimes it means that smoke comes out of the engine for several minutes before she finds what went wrong. More than once she steps outside with soot covering her face except for a space shaped like the goggles she's wearing atop her head.
If anyone is watching during one of these incidents, River shrugs. ]
There were problems.
[B - Flight Deck]
[ Eventually the incidents of smoke subside and the small engine glows softly when she tests it. With the technicaly issues (mostly) solved she's moved on to the most important part of owning a ship. Naming it. Anyone passing by might notice River dangling off the side of her ship, ten feet off the ground in a makeshift harness. She's been painting a name on the side in bright yellow paint. It reads THE LANTERN with several small stylized lanterns surrounding it.
There are a few splatters of paint on the deck but River doesn't seem too inclined to worry about it. ]
[C - Library]
[ The library is, as always, a peaceful place to look around for something to read. Maybe you're browsing through trying to find something new to read to fill the time. Everything seems to be normal until a foot can be spotted danging from the top of the bookshelf. River is stretched out atop the shelf, staring at a book with a confused expression. ]
...I'm not sure this is anatomically possible.
[ The cover of said book reads as "The Passion of the Tentacles". The cover is as one might expect. ]
[D - Rec area]
[ River usually takes time in the rec area either early in the morning or late at night when it's less likely to be occupied by too many people. Since she woke up from cryo with months and months of new memories she's been more willing to trust herself. That trust starts with her becoming willing to trust her body and make it stronger without fear of losing herself.
She stands, wearing thin flats that let her grip the floor and holding two weighted sticks in her hands. She starts out with careful steps but slowly picks up speed. Her moves are halfway between combat and dance. The routine takes her across the floor as she pushes herself, by the end she's breathing heavily as she feels the strain in her muscles and welcomes it. Do you interrupt? Or offer to spar with her? ]
[F - Wildcard]
[ Nothing appeal? Create your own scenario! ]
A
A problem. Riiiiiight.
[He laughs and appears in front of her in a blur of motion. He draws a line through the soot with a finger and pokes her cheek a few times.]
Think you took care of the problem well enough that you can take a break, little miss engineer?
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[ Peter's speed doesn't even make her blink anymore, it's just part of who he is just like her own ability. ]
I'm not much of an engineer. Kaylee always fixed Serenity, she'd know what was wrong easy as breathing.
[ There's no envy there, just a statement of fact. Kaylee was a genius with engines, River cobbled everything she knew from what she picked up sitting in the engine room while her friend worked. ]
I think a break can be managed. It'll let the Lantern relax her guard some before I go at her again.
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[His expression softens. She doesn't mention her crew excessively, but it's always with that casual fondness that makes him wish she could see them again.]
You'll get this figured out. I'm sure someone around here knows about ships enough to help, even if they're no Kaylee.
[He lifts up the box, showing off the pictures of cupcakes along the side.]
Good. Because I'd feel kind of like a dick if I ate all these by myself while you were working. I mean, I could really easily eat them all alone, but I remember someone sharing candy with me a while back and thought I might as well return the favor.
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[ Of course that doesn't stop her from gesturing toward the ramp of her ship to sit down together. There are certain things a girl doesn't say no to, cupcakes being one of them. Or any sort of treat.
Sitting down on the ramp Rivet uses a rag to wipe off her face, taking one of the cupcakes when offered to her. ]
I was thinking. A ship needs a crew. [ She looks at him with a small grin. ] Folk I can count on.
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[He laughs, sitting with her and popping open a cake for himself. He's eaten two by the time she starts talking, licking the chocolate from his fingers while he considers it.]
Yeah? [He grins back at her.] Got any ideas about who?
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I need a first mate. Thought I might ask you.
[ She steals another cupcake from the box. Grins at him. ]
I can teach you to fly, if you'd like.
no subject
[It comes out soft, a little sweet. A little genuinely touched she'd ask.
He ruins it with a cackling laugh and by holding out his hand for a high five.]
Dude, yes! Wanda already gets to do it herself, let's even the playing field on her.
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[ His enthusiasm is infectious, a bright feeling that makes her sure she made the right choice. River gives him the high five with a laugh. ]
It's the best feeling, once you get the hang of it. And she can only fly where there's air, we'll have everything else.
no subject
[He's joking, laughing after he says it. ]
Next time we stop at a planet, you're going to have to take me out. Nothing better than hands on experience, right?
no subject
[ It'll take a while to get him to a point where he can leave atmo on his own but they'll have plenty of time for that. Plus that's what copilots are for. Keeping the ship in the air. ]
You can have one of the bunks, too. There's enough for a few crew. I was going to give one to Wanda.
[ Pietro too if he want one. Though she definitely isn't as close to him as she is with Peter. ]
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Like a home away from home. You really want us around, don't you kiddo? [He hums, nudges her. He's touched honestly, deep down, and it shows in the overly fond note in his voice.
But somehow he's also not surprised. He'd pegged River as in it for the long haul ages ago. It just feels good to have it confirmed. He reaches out and tugs a lock of hair, teasing.] You love us.
She'll love it, when you ask her.
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[ It's a statement of fact, without an ounce of shyness attached to it. Instead she smiles, pleased he gets it. Family is more than blood. Her parents were blood and they tried to keep Simon from saving her. Mal wasn't blood but kept wading into the thick of things for the sake of everyone on Serenity.
She wants to be like that, and she wants it with Peter and Wanda and even Pietro if he was willing to let her in someday.
She drags a finger through the frosting of her cupcake and smears it on his cheek. ]
Do you know what keeps a ship flying when it's out in the black?
no subject
[It comes out a little more sappy than he intended, but. Whatever. He thinks he's allowed to be a little sappy when it comes to their little group here. And it's not like there's anyone else around to tease him about it.
He snorts and swipes at the mess, licking it off the back of his hand like a laughing cat. He's tempted to shove the rest of his cake in her face out of retaliation. He settles on shoving the rest in his mouth and shaking the crumbs from the wrapper over her head.]
A really good pilot?
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Love. That's what Mal always says. If you love the ship then she'll stay in the air, let you know when she's broken before something goes wrong.
[ She pats the Lantern's hull with a smile. ]
I think I'll be able to love this one. She'll take care of us when she need her.
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You really belong out in space don't you? [He mumbles it, reaching over to brush away a stray crumb.] I'll trust you on that. You're the one who knows these things. I'm just here to learn.
But first, why don't you tell me more about this Mal.
D.
He's quiet, standing in the doorway when he watches her go through her moves, graceful and deadly. There's everything soothing about going through the motions and working out the kinks that way; being attuned to your own body provides clarity, and a sense of calm. When she finishes, however, he decides to speak up. ]
Who taught you to fight like that?
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I don't remember. They did a lot of it while I was sleeping.
[ The scientists were good at that. Turning their dreams into weapons so that they could make their killing dolls more efficient without having to bother with things like training. They tested them out eventually, but it was always controlled. They wanted to avoid more incidents like the ones River caused during the initial stages of her treatment. ]
The dancing was... [ The names are blurry. Dance studios with fancy names. ] The dancing was mine, before they tried to make it dangerous.
C
Instead, he was trolling through the library, just on the off chance that the journal he'd heard about was in here somewhere.
Mostly he'd just noted a few texts for later follow up, but he was still looking. Courser was patiently keeping him company, though the bahari had jumped up on a table and was curled up, lazily watching the doctor pace along the stacks.
While normally a voice from above would have startled him into a bulkhead, Adrien was focused on reading book spines and responded in a distracted tone, more by rote than intent. ]
Depends upon species and determination.
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[ The figure on the cover who is, apparently, being wooed by the tentacle creature is humanoid enough to have something in common with people. River tilts her head as she turns the page. ]
...And very bendy.
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Did you pull that book out of the fiction or non-fiction section?
[ Yes, this is a legitimate question. He's got medical books on the anatomy of alien species; read that and you learn to not make any assumptions when it comes to ... reproductive urges. ]
And do you usually read on top of the stacks?
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[ It only adds to the mystery of which guilty party was checking out alien smut before River happened to stumble upon on it.
At the second question, River marks the page and looks down at Adrien. ]
Sometimes. I like it up here. Where do you usually read?
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Maybe he'll just go with both.
As for the question... ]
In the quietest corner I can find. [ He shared. ] Observation deck, during the hours of the 'night shift'. Down by the morgue in the back of Medbay. [ Not many people came down that way, locked door and all that.
He motioned towards her spot. ]
Hadn't thought of up there but that does look nicely out of the way. Is it a regular spot for you?
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Sometimes. No one usually bothers to look up.
[ An oversight, that. It lets her her into a lot of places she normally wouldn't be able to. Vents and high shelves were a potent combination at times. ]
Sometimes in my ship, or in Kipos. Down underneath near the candles. It's very quiet down there.
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Ship he could follow. Kipos and the candles were unknowns. Adrien considered for a moment, before curiosity got the better of him on the last one. ]
Candles?
[ She mentioned quiet. He was always interested in quiet. ]
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[ She visits it often enough, lighting a few candles each time for the people that were lost. But it was quiet down there and sometimes she would take a book and read for a while by the wavering light. ]
Not many people visit it. But it's there. Waiting to be seen.
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[ From his tone, it is probably quite obvious that he has not visited. A fact he'll confirm with his next words. ]
I really need to try to see more of this ship.
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[ Of course... her idea of getting to know a ship also involves exploring the vents. Not everyone is into that. ]
The gardens are nice, it's green. Helps you forget where you are.
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However, her comment does strike home and he gives a small nod. ]
Fair point. I suspect Courser would like to go somewhere other than Medbay and my barracks. [ There was a small pause before his next words and though he didn't smile, his lips did twitch into an expression that could be considered fond. ]
He'd like the gardens, they'd probably remind him of his grandmother.
I'll make an effort to search them out.
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[ After all, the ship is full of terribly interesting places. But she knows some folk are more comfortable in a routine than others. ]
There's other places, too. You might have fun if you look around.
C
So they have those books here, as well. No, it doesn’t seem to be anatomically correct, but it is interesting, isn’t it? Not to mention creative.
[ She shuts her own book and takes a step or two closer to River to get a better look at the book. She can’t believe there was erotica here all along. She’s been wasting a lot of time. ]
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The best books are always hidden away on libraries. The bad ones, too.
[ She's still not sure which one this book is, though it's certainly fascinating enough to keep her reading. ]