thruvalleys​:

“at this point, i fear i simply close my eyes and pretend it’s something else.” he admitted with a begrudging sigh. the meal on his plate was similar to dany’s, though there was an obvious difference, and it left him wanting to forgo the food altogether.

“you say you feel trapped, though i hate to be the one to tell you that you have more freedom than any other passenger, what with your position within the bridge.” the comment is earnest, yet bluntly honest in it’s intentions. he offers a half-smile to her, picking some of the lesser-odd food bits off of his plate and putting it on hers to share—to try and lighten the mood. “but it’s rightfully deserved, i will admit. you of all people should be the one to advise as the captain’s right hand.”

🐉 - a sympathetic smile took hold of her features before she went back to shuffling food around on her plate. it was true, most of the meals they were given were not terrible in the slightest - just... not as good as what they were used to. at his words she snapped her attention up and stared at him.

hesitating, daenerys watched as he shuffled the food from his plate to hers. “i do not forget my privilege.“ she admitted with no defensive tone, having learned that hard lesson years ago. setting her fork down, she sat back and contemplated what to say next, offering a quick but appreciative smile to jon at his complement. “if only the power i hold was more than just a title. i have never seen the captain, just his letters to advise on to the rest of the bridge. it’s paperwork to keep us busy.“

lcstinthestars​:

Kory had her own issues that she had been working on long before being awoken from Cryo.  “The Holiday season just is a bit much for me.” She rubbed her arm as she bit into her upper lip.  “And you’ve been so nice before.. I thought… would it be okay If I watch some movies with you?” She asked nervously as she walked in, the swap for the Holidays aboard the ship had done more to her then she thought.  

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🔮 - bonnie understood that and gave a warm smile as a response - letting kory come in and get settled. “yeah, of course! i have spent years watching the corniest but addictive holiday films so you came to the right person!” she became more excited the more she thought about it. when was the last time she had a girls night with just chilling and watching films? too long. ”i used to love this time of year, but being here just sort of makes it sadder.” she admitted moving towards her kitchenette. “wine?”

lcstinthestars​:

Liara had come to investigate the frozen lake.  She had seen on holovids of how humans would gather around these as some sort of romantic ritual.  She listened to the human in front of her and couldn’t help but chuckle.  “I’m sorry, but I doubt I’d be any more graceful with blades on my feet.” She knew many humans back home believed their wasn’t much an Asari couldn’t do.  “I’m not quite acquainted with human customs.   Do you make a man out of snow? Sounds like a challenge.” 

🥃 - “ah, come on - i bet you’re a hell of a lot better than me,” dean grinned at her, excited that someone friendly had approached and was indulging his silliness. still, he’d made up his mind and decided that busting his ass on the ice was less fun than making a snowman. and when she admitted she didn’t know how to make one, dean decided then and there he was gonna help. “no worries, i know nothing of your customs so i think we’re kinda even - but if you want to learn how to build a snowman, i’m happy to help!” he offered, stepping back and moving towards the buildable snow. “i’m dean, by the way - nice to meet you and... thanks for not making me look like i was talking to myself.”

lightyearns​:

||       NOTHING LIKE A GOOD CLAW MACHINE         to get the blood pumping. seriously, mia was borderline angry, an uncomfortable emotion for her, one left for typically old - school royals and the unopened minds of the genovian government. with that out of her mind, here, she supposed her next target would be  —  well. claw machines.      “   oh, come on   !   ”     she mutters, before startling back to attention at nancy’s call. truthfully, almost embarrassingly, she hadn’t even noticed the time.

“   nancy   !   don’t even worry, i’ve been trying to  —  this stupid  —   ”      it beeps at her, signaling another loss. the annoyance melts away into something kinder, just a touch sadder, at nancy’s shift, too.      “   i used to know someone who could kick major butt at a claw machine. i miss everyone, and everything. it feels kind of  —  rough. i don’t know how people are handling it so well. what about you   ?   ”

🔎 - nancy’s expression softened as the machine made the mockingly ‘you lost’ sound and soon turned her attention to mia with a smile. it was incredibly comforting to know that mia was having the same nostalgically saddened feelings as her. as much as her brother was a pain in the ass, she dearly missed him and the rest of them - hell, she even missed her own time period - though she found an appreciation for the comms devices. much better than walkie-talkies or landlines.

“i miss everyone and everything. steve... my on again and off again, is here - and we’re figuring things out as we go along, but i really miss my parents and my brother and sister.“ she shrugged, sighing as she looked over at the machine. “want to do a two-player? i haven’t done something like this since mike was really little - should be fun but also i’m better at real guns than fake ones.“

lightyearns​:

||        EVEN IN THE FACE OF HIS LAUGHTER,       emma remains bland by nature. ice queen, after all, with her frigid stare, the pretty pointed downturn of her mouth. she stares her fill, until a quiet has settled almost uncomfortably over the two. it’s only then emma sniffs, pointedly, taking a sip of the martini before her.      “   i’m more than capable, you’re correct.   ”      her finger trails the rim, the cool of the glass align with the tip of her finger.      “   but it’s about appearances, mr. castle. the employees here are employed for service, and something akin to a  —  bouncer, or some sort of security, would be lovely for the look. for myself, and for the establishment. you’d be paid handsomely, of course, and we could work on the schedule. what do you think   ?   ”

💀 - he knew not to fuck around with emma - that and to always take her seriously. she was known around to have pride but also determination. so he, of course, knew that when he entered her bar. emma was going to get what she wanted and... being a well-paid personal guard to the ice queen herself wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, so - he agreed. more readily than he’d care to admit. at least emma wouldn’t expect conversations from him. “alright, yeah, i’ll do it. but i want to make it clear i’m mainly doing this for you not for the money. ” he stated, pushing himself off the bar top and letting out a sigh. “can i ask, why’d you pick me? there’s gotta be other assholes willing to take people down for prophet, right?”

fearlose​:

what he does not expect is for her to agree with him, and even catch on with what he’s been trying to say so easily, but the response is definitely a pleasing one. adrian’s smile turns bigger, and maybe even relieved to an extent now that he knows he does not have to control his train of thoughts. “ no, actually, ” he says with a shrug, taking a spoon and sticking it right into the creation in the foam, stirring so it no longer resembles … well, until it resembles nothing, really. “ i don’t really drink coffee that often and when i do, then afterwards i don’t usually remember what the coffee looked like before anyway, you know? ‘cause i get too restless afterwards, i kind of just wanted to see if they were really gonna draw a dick even though they don’t have a dick coffee on the menu. ” he gestures towards the cup, then looks up at layla. “ oh, the library? i’ve been to the library. it’s not like most libraries but it’s pretty nice anyway. do you enjoy working there? ”

🪲 -  his smile was admittedly infectious and layla found herself mirroring it. with a raised brow, she turned to watch him scramble away the drawing and turn the latte into nothing but a standard coffee drink, while she listened to what he had to say. “that’s entirely fair - given that coffee doesn’t need to be fancy to taste good. have you had turkish coffee?” she asked, though she suspected the answer was ‘no’. “it’s very good and easy enough to make, but i’m not sure i’d find the right beans or equipment to make it.” she chewed at her lip as she went into deeper thought, stopping only to engage back into the conversation. “too restless? have you tried decaf? sometimes that helps - plus loads of teas without caffeine that tastes quite good.” smiling as he addressed her job, layla gave short nod. “yes! i do, actually. in my spare time i like to read up on ancient, or in our case, future planets and their archeological discoveries. i was a... fence, to put it nicely, back home. but i grew up in the legit field, my father was an archeologist and explorer. what about you? what have they put you for here - job-wise?“

astcrfieldaway​:

William gave her an odd look. Don’t you know me by now, he wanted to say, don’t you know I am cruelty. The friendliness he’d managed for most of his life outside Westworld had only ever been a veneer. There had always and forever been something wrong in him; if he needed rewiring it was because he’d been built faulty from the start. “Maybe so. But it’d only be a manipulation.” A falsehood. If not to those who knew him less, certainly to him and Maeve and Dolores. They should know better; they’d witnessed the monster Westworld had uncovered. He’d been so accustomed to being called delusional- and paranoid, violent, narcissistic, that damning psych profile- that it came as a shock when Maeve agreed with him. He fixed her with a more open consideration, weighing what she’d said. “Interesting.” Clearing his throat, he rubbed at his jaw. “We’ve been gathered up. As asset- pawns. Whatever scope the game board is on, we’re too embroiled in it to see it properly.” A cowardly bit of him wanted to shy away from the eye contact, lest any flicker show regarding darling Dolores, but he held even, and cold. “Yes. Until the inevitable. If you can get her to be amenable to such a thing.” That was too much of the self-loathing; Dolores was nothing if not viciously pragmatic. If he worked towards her goals, she’d tolerate him.

🤖 - the look he gave her was nothing more than the humanity he had still within. or what could have passed as such. “oh come now, if you think i’m friendly by default then you haven’t been paying much attention either.” she waved a hand - even when she was the madam at the mariposa, maeve had kept a nice but will cut your throat personality - just as she was programmed to be. except then she wasn’t able to actually kill anyone, but now... “and? manipulation is all a part of the game, is it not? fuck those who do things without their own game - they are the ones to not be trusted. you should know this my dear, william.” she laughed, her turn to now give him an odd look. still, maeve leveled with him and though he was incorrigible at best and ruthless at worst - he was the one to have on your side when shit hit the fan. even dolores would see that, maeve was certain. “i have a few cards i ca play - i’ve been friendly with most of the bridge crew - i suppose i can work some favors around if we need anything.” she paused, her head slightly tilting. “dolores is a lot more level-headed than you give her credit. charlotte would be the one we’d have to force into anything. we need dolores.”

arrvw​:

poe nodded, rather than get into the semantics of binary fluency. “thank you.” he held out a hand, and offered a smile. “name’s poe dameron. you work around here?” he nearly asked her outright where she was from, but the conversation seemed headed there regardless. “a fair amount. you don’t?”

🩰 - natasha took his hand and shook it firmly, stepping back with a nod. “natasha romanoff, newly minted internal affairs officer. apparently.” she shrugged, looking around the hall they were in and wondering when the cabin fever would ultimately set in, and who would be first to lose it. “not so much, but we do have people who can fly on their own or with magic, so i suppose that’s something interesting to my world. also various other variables.” there was a hint of a smile on her lips as she wondered if he had volunteered or not. “are you a guard too?”

📱 - jeff had been predictably glued to his phone when britta’s demanding voice finally filtered its way into his brain. looking up in mild surprise, he slowly rotated the marshmallow before glancing at hers and then sending her a look. “yours just became a gloopy mess in the fire, maybe watch your own next time, britta.” he snarked back before setting his phone into his pocket and choosing to be in the here-and-now. that game of tetris could wait, after all. “i mean considering we’re sitting in a garden in space, a fire seems fairly fine. also, massive paintball fights shouldn’t happen on school grounds and yet we endured three of them.” he shrugged. handing over his stick of mostly done mallow to her, “here, you can have it - and that’ll depend on how much coffee you try to con out of me but also you should be able to pay for it now. you have a job.”

@artificialvoyage​ ( britta perry & jeff winger )

“rotate, rotate, rotate!” her free hand was quickly tapping on his knee as she urgently watched his marshmallow over the fire threaten to cook unevenly - not even noticing that her own was sliding down it’s stick. “i wonder if it’s even safe to have a fire like this in space, i mean, i don’t know a lot about space ships but doesn’t the usual fire bad rule apply everywhere?” she wouldn’t bring up her arson charges from her protest days up right now, but it felt like a good point to make, anything to distract from the insanity that was their current reality. another thought fleeting in her mind made her attention more pointed in jeff’s direction. “can you get me free coffee all the time now?”

( @thruvalleys​ ) 🩰 NATASHA ROMANOFF & WANDA MAXIMOFF

🩰 ( location ) the gardens, the cambria one

🩰 - there was a history there between her and wanda - well, wanda, the avengers, and more. nothing insidious as far as natasha was concerned - wanda and her brother pietro had been plagued by bad luck and turmoil each turn they took and... well deeply within natasha felt that they deserved kindness and a break. smiling as she approached the avenger, nat handed out a hot chocolate. “i thought i might find you here. it’s beautiful what they did with the winter-izing of everything.” she started, turning to take in the full view of the gardens themselves. “does it not affect the flora and fauna here?”

( @lightyearns​ ) 📱 JEFF WINGER & ANNIE EDISON

📱 ( location ) right outside apartment 3002, the cambria one

📱 - as he stood outside of their now apparently shared apartment - which felt like some weird sort of fanfiction troy or abed would have found in the deep recesses of the internet - jeff held onto the dark blue hoodie in his hands, neatly folded and mostly recently washed. so what if he wore it a few times, it’s not like he didn’t think britta or annie had a thing for liking how he smelled or anything - and waited for the latter to show up. which didn’t take long at all, his lips upturned into a smile at her usual promptness. “milady,” he called out as he held the article out to her. “as promised, one favorite hoodie for you. also, what does sad face, bananasadface, and that other one i can’t remember already mean?” he added, leaning up against the wall and turning his smile into a smirk. “but also, are you really okay?”

( @rescuedfromthefall​ ) 🩰 NATASHA ROMANOFF & STEPHEN STRANGE

🩰 ( location ) the medical hall, the cambria one

🩰 - “strange,” natasha greeted as she entered his office, a coffee in hand and without much ceremony to knock and let her fellow avenger, well avenger-adjacent, know she was coming. “i need you for a few things, are you available at the moment?” she asked, setting her coffee down and sitting at the edge of his desk, peering at him with a smile. in truth, she needed to test his magic - to see what limitations he might or might not have - and then to see how useful he was with his practical, surgical skills. “or i can wait here until you’re ready. your call.”

( @arrvw​ ) 🩰 NATASHA ROMANOFF & BUCKY BARNES

🩰 ( location ) the observation deck cafe, the cambria one

🩰 - she looked over at him in a mixture of fondness and melancholy - something she never could fully school when it came to him. still, her grip around her disposable coffee was held just a little bit tighter in that moment. “james, it’s good to see you.” even if she hated it was within the context of this ship - something they both hadn’t agreed to be apart of. dangerous for whomever it was that had abducted them. “do you think we’re here permanently? or could we get released?” she asked, knowing he wouldn’t sugar coat to her - probably one of the very few to be real with her, how she liked it. “mutiny is also not off the table.”

( @realityquestioned​ ) 🩰 NATASHA ROMANOFF & YELENA BELOVA

🩰 ( location ) the salty salmon bar, the cambria one

🩰 - “this place is a mess,” natasha greeted as she walked into the dive bar, her eyes taking in the... odd decorations and just generally stale atmosphere. “this is your amazing job?” she raised a brow when she approached the bar and leaned up against the top as she watched her sister-in-all-but-blood move behind it. “it is certainly something. are you all allergic to decorations?” she wondered if the winter planning had reached here or not but she assumed the boxes in the corner were just merely waiting for someone to put them up. “or is your boss as lazy as he is easily targetable?”

( @fearlose​ ) 🩰 NATASHA ROMANOFF & PETER PARKER

🩰 ( location ) the fir tree farm, the gardens, the cambria one

🩰 - she had initially grabbed two hot chocolates - one for herself, of course and another for yelena. not that they younger assassin had asked for it, just that she wanted to show some kindness. instead as she turned, she was faced with none other than peter parker. “parker,” she greeted, quickly and in a smooth motion, she offered the second cup to him. “i was just coming to seek you out.” she lied, though none would be the wiser. “wanted to ask you a couple of questions involving the ship and your natural know-how. care to walk with me?” she raised a brow and nodded her head towards the mass of fir trees. “did you volunteer?”

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