EVENT: CULTURAL STUDIES ▒ THE TRANQUILITY

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The newly discovered corridor, Prisoners' Quarters and Guards' Bunkhouse.
WARNINGS: A vague sense of creeping unease.
SUMMARY: Discovery and exploration of the Prisoners' Quarters and Guards' Bunkhouse.
NOTES: Open to all! Network map discovery is HERE. Bunkhouse discovery post is HERE. Have fun forward and back-dating, but don't forget to check the timelines!

The corridor you're walking down seems to stretch on forever, but maybe that's just the gloom ever-present in the belly of the ship, only cut through by the skittering beams of the flashlights you're carrying and the dim signal on the map. The map led you here, and the map seemed to indicate there was something at the end of this journey; a new area, perhaps, more answers. Something worth the risk of stepping into the darkness. Best stay alert, strain your senses — though there will be little advantage found in the warning of claws clicking against metal in the distance, a flash of red on the wall to your right...

Comments

[unparental]

Yeah, but can you say it's not fitting?

[ but she's more amused than scolding-- it works, lbr here bones. ]

--you're a master of the art of underwhelming reassurance, has anyone ever told you that?

[hypospray]

Do I look like a poet?

[ which is to say man don't ask me. ]

Multiple occasions. Was also told I have the worst bedside manner most people have ever seen, that sort of thing. It's almost a point of pride at this point. Did you really want me to say what everyone else would?

[unparental]

I don't know, you do have that strong chin.

[ what you expected her not to take that literally

bones. ]

Honestly? [ she shrugs, smile wry. ] I like your honesty. I'll give you hell about it for the rest of time, but I like it.

[hypospray]

Not all poets have strong chins.

[ why jenna why. ]

You like it so much that you've gotta give me hell about it. Because that makes perfect sense even by Southern logic standards.

[unparental]

In movies they do.

[ B E C A U S E ]

You'd get a swelled head if I didn't. It's a cautionary measure. [ she loevs you bones. ]

[hypospray]

We're not in a movie.

[ THAT'S NOT A GOOD REASON. ]

Ms. Sommers, the only way I'm getting a swelled head is if I switch brains with an idiotic captain friend of mine. And since I haven't yet, trust me, it's the last thing you need to worry about.

[unparental]

We're kidnapped to space— seems pretty movie-like to me.

[ YES IT IS GOD ]

Oh my god, don't make me do the 'it's Jenna' speech again. [ she pauses, sighs. ] It's not the same, but I miss him too. We knew each other for a while... just, you know. If you ever want to talk about him.

[ another pause. ]

Or we can never bring it up again, depending on how much you're ready to tell me to butt out right now.

[hypospray]

I treat aliens on the regular. Not all that movie-like to me.

[ IS NOT. ]

I'll call you whatever I want to call you. [ there's a jaw tightening that he knows she can probably see before he lets out a very harsh huff through his nose. ]

Don't. [ that means don't talk about him at all to me. ] Unless you're looking to have me break every nice gentleman rule on the books as far as hitting someone goes, just leave it be, Sommers.

[ how you know bones is real mad at you, there's no miss and there's no first name. just last name. ]

Probably better off not here anyway. Get himself into too much trouble that I'd have to patch up.

[unparental]

Please. I could kick your ass, McCoy.

[ a little pointed on the name, but her tone is sympathetic. she can't say the idea of talking about mason thrilled her after she lost him— it doesn't thrill her now. ]

I got the trouble vibe pretty fast— he hit on me when we first met. I mentioned the boyfriend with a gun collection, but it didn't do much to deter him.

[ and bless him for it says her tone. ]

[hypospray]

Sommers, don't underestimate the doctor.

[ because okay maybe she could, but he likes to think he can put up a fair fight. his lips quirk up just slightly at the tone. bless his heart. ]

Should have seen the one with the phaser collection. And there the few others that made phaser man look a bit tame.

[ a beat. ] He likes what he likes. Does what he— wants.

[unparental]

Uh— vampire. Vampire who could make you strip naked and sing the VTech fight song if she wanted to, so watch the sass there.

[ which is to so: we're okay, this doesn't have to be feelings hour. ]

He's a good man, if maybe not one over-burdened with impulse control.

[hypospray]

You'd take it off eventually. Think beyond just right now.

[ that sounds like a really childish, 'i'm going to get back at you' comment that usually ends in pranks but it's not that bad. really. ]

You learn to deal with it as time goes by if he attaches himself to you.

[unparental]

Yeah, yeah. You're supposed to be more scared of me.

[ at least they can get around confrontations via childish poking, right? ]

He's a good man. [ she just quietly repeats herself there, offering bones a sympathetic shrug. ] Despite his best efforts.