EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Camping.
SUMMARY: Hanging out in camp, discussing pirates, etc.
NOTES: Open to all!

Camping may not be an expected activity on a spaceship, but the gardens are large and have clear, grassy areas for people to gather together. You can help set up tents, inventory supplies or guard the perimeter — just keep an eye out for any strange faces trying to sneak in...

Comments

[onsilksheets]

[He's so casual about it. As if nothing was going on around them and they were just two strangers passing each other in a park.]

I'm not so sure I'd agree with that.

[Unlike him, she's watching everything that he does and the obvious presence of the Hellhound unnerves Bela-for a good reason of course. She feared that he would set the beast on her for fun, ending her life before it was supposed to pass.]

[integrity]

Relax a few hairs, will you?

[Crowley says it dismissively as he watches Growley roll over, chewing on the stick with an absurd amount of care. She doesn't want it to snap in half, as it were.]

I'm not in the habit of running around snipping threads of life before they're due to pass, I have the slightest shred of integrity. Besides, random massacres aren't necessarily my style. So --

[Crowley glances over at her, arching his eyebrows.]

Enjoy the day for half a moment, will you?

[onsilksheets]

[Relaxing was difficult for Bela when pirates were invading the ship and she was in the vicinity of a Hellhound and the demon whom she owed a Colt to. She was anything but relaxed at the moment.]

A demon with integrity. Now there's a novel concept. [She'll settle for snark instead.] There's nothing to enjoy about this day or any other day aboard this ship so your suggestion is falling on deaf ears, Crowley.

[Bela finally meets his gaze, lips curled into a smirk to hide her discomfort.]

Why are you here, anyway? Shouldn't you be sitting down in a comfy chair with a glass of scotch and planning to undo Dean and his angel friend?

[integrity]

[Crowley ignores the first bit, because he doesn't want to go into how different or unusual he is with Miss Talbot.

He will, however, happily discuss his favorite things.]

Castiel and Dean will come find me when they want to deal with me. And I ran out of scotch.

[Which is true, unfortunately.]

[onsilksheets]

Ah, so they've let you alone, have they? [Interesting. Dean had told her that he wouldn't make a move against Crowley until he did something. Well, she asked him.]

I've run out of scotch too so I'm afraid I can't offer you any.

[Like she would.]

[integrity]

For the most part.

[Castiel sort of threatened to kill him but backed down once Crowley told him off. But Crowley sees no need to share that with Bela, instead making a slight face at the lack of scotch.]

Pity.

[onsilksheets]

It is a real shame. The scotch I did have was really rather good.

[Took the edge off when she was feeling down, almost at the point of giving up. But she had managed to find something good for herself eventually.]

Have a look around the kitchens. You may unearth something decent.