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

[handelaar]

[Of course. He can't help the small frown that mars his face when he hears it, even if he knew it was coming, but it'd be stupid to try to stop Russia from something he's apparently already decided. And hell. From an objective standpoint it might be useful to the ship, having someone so experienced out there. So he frowns but doesn't argue, just nods - throws a look over that's just as soft at the quiet I need to.

Looks away, ahead, looks back.

That's heavy, man. Something he might've kept to a look or tone, touch, maybe flowers if he'd had the appropriate ones sitting around, but he can't hide the fact that he appreciates it all the same. Reciprocates, even, though it's simply a clearing of his throat and a quiet nod followed up with a tight-lipped attempt at a smile.

And then he goes back to bitching.]

If your dumb ass gets hurt I'm gonna visit you in Medbay. Talk about your war with Japan 'till your ears bleed. [A hum.] Or that time Poland fucked with your bosses.

[za_rodina]

[He's already itching for a fight, fingers twitching and twining in the fabric of his scarf, in the hem of his coat-sleeves. The ship might be big enough for there to be enough space, but there's nothing like a good fight and it's been months since he really had one. Specially not one he had to hold back. He closes his eyes to hide the dark glint that might speak on his instability, and focuses on the press of hip and shoulder and the one, two, of steps in sync.

Still, that look is more than enough to distract him.

So Russia blinks, reeling back, before he laughs--a startled, peal of laughter he can't hold back. It's been a long while since he's laughed so easily, good job Ned.]

I'll kick you out if you try. [But Russia leans into him and smiles, warm and relieved.] 'sides, I hate Medbay. Won't wind up there if I can help it.

[handelaar]

[Getting a laugh out of Russia wasn't his intention - the opposite, actually - but damn, that's a nice sound. Makes things a little better, and he snorts, himself, shakes his head like what is he going to do with you, you big loon.

Sends a grim smile over, more of a resigned grimace but with traces of humor still left in his eyes. You better not wind up there, asshole. He doesn't know what he'd do if he was stuck one place and Russia was stuck in another, to say nothing of anything worse.]

Then don't.

[A warning more than anything. He's not gonna make anyone promise the impossible.]

[za_rodina]

[It eases his worries for a brief, shining moment. The tense line of his shoulders softens, the dark cast to his features lightening in the face of such simple laughter. It's something he's missed without realizing, this easy camaraderie. Ah but it doesn't deal to dwell on what he can not change, especially now that he's the lust for bloodsport settling in his veins.

Still, Russia meets that look with one of his own. A silent plea for Netherlands to stay safe in his absence, for there to be only one foolhardy nation among them. He'll gladly bear that burden, used to it already. So Russia nods and thinks he knows what Netherlands worries over in his own way, dreads the fact that they might be separated like they had been in Strela once more. There's a pause where he tilts his head and gently reaches out with whatever it is they use to Find one another. A reassurance, maybe, when he can feel Netherlands like a solid presence there.]

Mm. [Russia knows not to promise, knows the weight it cares and the fact that if he does, he might not make it back in one piece. Superstition maybe, but he's a superstitious sort of guy. So he grins, mask settling in place like he knows it would.] I'll bring back trophies.