open 🗡 station bound

[oiorpata]

CHARACTERS: andy & cassian - and you !
LOCATION: misc around the station
DATE: post the die is cast mission
CONTENT: catch all station shenanigans; some open stuff, some closed stuff
WARNINGS: cw tripping on tequila with finn

surprise the starters were in the comments the whole time.
open and closed starters below; feel free to wild card and/or hit me up @ communism for custom stuff and/or plotting!

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andromache 🗡 open

[oiorpata]

I 🗡 KITCHEN

[ most of the time when andy is in the kitchen at strange hours, she is making the lazy person's food - funny sandwiches, a stockpile of cookies, raiding the alcohol supply, crackers - but tonight, at roughly 5am she is sitting at the table kneading a pile of dough. there's an opened bag of chocolate chips nearby that she occasionally eats out of, as well as a half drained bottle of vodka within reach. did she sleep yet or did she just wake up?? impossible to tell. the only apparent thing is that she has succumbed to the urge to bake her own bread. ]

[ bread and baklava, truly among life's greatest joys. ]

[ she hums quietly as she kneads, but the song is - odd. it's not something particularly recognizable, because she's mixed up a very old tune she only remembers pieces of and one of joe's favorite medieval ballads. she pauses a moment to take a sip from the bottle and shove a handful of chocolate chips in her mouth, then immediately goes back to the dough - but don't worry, she washed her hands! ]

II 🗡 TRAINING ROOM

[ andy did not purposely fall asleep in the training room. she was drinking and blowing off some minor steam with some of the dummies (they are now scattered and ruined across the floor), but when she sat against the wall to eat her snack and finish up the bottle, she'd drifted off... and just stayed there. she curls up on the floor and takes a nap. ]

[ if you're loud coming in, she'll wake with a start, her hand automatically grabbing the sword beside her, but once she realizes where she is, she simply yawns and stretches - sword still in hand and thus lifting into the air - before she actually looks over to see who's there. ]

[ on the other hand, if you're quiet upon entering the room, she'll likely just keep sleeping until prodded or questioned, unless you don't see her at all and just start practicing - then she'll just groan as she slowly wakes up and blearily blinks around the room. the sword lays near to her side, a little too close to her hand. ]

i.

[farr]

[ rita should be sleeping, but — well, is there really such a thing as jet lag on the station? whether the passing of the days match on planet with their own rotation on earth, it always feels jarring jumping back on the ximilia where there's no exact definition of night and day since everything is just pitch black when peering out the window. as best as they can define it on the station's clocks, it's supposed to be 5am, but rita can barely piece time together as it stands.

wearing a set of shorts and matching camisole as her pajamas, she covers it up with a robe of the same dark purple silk material (because, even to bed, she has to coordinate) and slips her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers to make her way to the kitchen for a snack, surprised with the chocolaty scent she finds within.

working possibly even better than a pot of coffee would, the scent seems to almost jolt her awake, eyes widening a bit more with the surprise in finding andy there, at work with the ingredients. ]

Miss Andromache! [ she says with a bit of a teasing tone and audible surprise before she giggles with a bit of delight as she steps over to her, leaning over her shoulder from behind to see what she's up to. ] I had no idea you had a baker's hands.

[oiorpata]

[ there is no sun! and this continues to be a problem for andy, who has followed time based on the sun longer than clocks have existed. floating in space - her poor internal clock suffers. like rita, it doesn't matter what the physical time says. her body is simply out of whack. ]

[ her own pajamas are simply a semi-lose tank top and a pair of sweatpants, and neither the teasing nor rita's presence seem to startle her. if anything, the giggle is amusing in itself. ]

[ she glances down at her hands. a baker's is not a phrase she thinks she'd ever use for them, but it's a nice thought. she tilts her head to offer rita a smile over her shoulder. ]

Bread is timeless and not nearly as complicated as people think.

[farr]

[ there's always a big difference between the time they spend here compared to whenever they're on planet. when it's time for a mission, that's the very thing on everyone's minds, the hunt for an orb always keeping them on their toes, especially when it comes to that bitter end where they get around to snatching it back up. but here, there's at least a sense of ease to catch their breaths, and in that time, there's a lot you can learn about people.

and it's during those times, that rita thinks she always learns something new about andy, impressed now by her skill in the kitchen since she knows those hands are plenty capable in a fight and can get a peek at its impressive kneading skills. ]

You know, I've done plenty of cakes and cookies, but I don't think I've ever made bread from scratch. No idea why that never came to mind over the last century.

[ timeless, indeed.

she slides up besides andy, like she's ready to play baker's assistant. ]

So, what is it exactly we're making this fine morning?

II 🗡 TRAINING ROOM

[deaddrop]

[Natasha is quiet as she enters. That's normal for her. And she notices her surroundings. Andy napping doesn't fail to get her attention.

She considers letting the other woman sleep. There's something sort of nice about seeing her like this. Relaxed, maybe? She doesn't look quite as old when she's asleep? Something like that.

On the other hand, Natasha doesn't plan on leaving so she'll wake Andy one way or another.]

Must have been some workout.

[She taps Andy's foot with one of her own as she speaks, ready to dodge if Andy wakes up punchy.]

[oiorpata]

[ among her many skills include the one that enables her to sleep anywhere. sometimes you just need to catch a few zz's in very uncomfortable places. luckily, the floor of the training room is not the most annoying place she's fallen asleep. it'd been a genuine sleep too, not passing out because of her (now empty) vodka. ]

[ when natasha pokes her awake, she mostly hums into consciousness, but her eyes do open in a flash. she's quick to realize she she is, so there's no jumpy reaction other than the immediate shift awake. she sits upright and rolls her shoulders. ]

Not really. [ the ruined dummies really feel like nothing to her. ] I'd say it was just a cat nap but I don't really know how long I was out.

[deaddrop]

I'm almost jealous.

[She glances at the training dummies again, not bothering to clarify if it's Andy's stamina, or the damage she did to the equipement, or even the ability to take a nap out in public that she meant.

Maybe a little of all of the above, and none of them in particular.]

I was thinking of going a couple of rounds with the heavy bag, but now I'm starting to wonder if you left it in one piece.

I

[morethan084]

[Head throbbing, Daisy enters the kitchen at god knows what time. She’s on that edge of being drunk and hungover and she desperately needs water, and something greasy because the nausea hasn’t hit her yet. Her hair is a mess and her clothes are all wrinkled, squinting against the bright lights it takes her a minute to notice Andy at the table.]

Hey.

[She croaks out, as if she hasn’t talked in quite a while.]

[oiorpata]

[ andy looks up when she hears someone clang into the kitchen, and her face goes through a wave when she sees it's daisy. first it lights up, but next she sees the state of her and it shifts into a concerned frown, and then she raises an eyebrow. ]

Hey. You look like shit. [ she says it with an undercurrent of affection. ] I hope you're here to get some water.

[ she will literally stop her kneading and pour her a glass otherwise. ]

[morethan084]

That’s the plan.

[Daisy says as dryly as she can muster as she makes her way over to the sink after grabbing a glass. She watches as the water fills up the glass and seems to forget that the sink won’t magically just turn off once it’s reached the top.]

Shit.

[Now that the water is all over hand she finally turns off the tap and lifts the glass, pouring some of it on herself as she chugs it down. Eyes half open she turns to face Andy,]

What’re you doing?

II

[coordination]

[ Yzak tends to be a quiet walker, so when he enters the training room and sees it in use, he pauses as his eyes land on the lump on the floor. He sees the sword, the bottle beside her. ]

Ah.

[ He is judging her a little bit.

So he steps over to her, giving her a light nudge with the toe of his boot. ]

Hey.

[oiorpata]

[ andy did not DRINK herself to sleep, yzak, please. it's only one bottle. that's hardly enough to get her wasted. ]

[ she wakes up easily when and quickly recognizes where she is, who's here with her. she blinks at him from the floor before sitting up to stretch. ]

Good... morning? [ is it morning? she doesn't know how long she was sleeping. ] Wipe that look off your face, I'm not drunk.

[coordination]

You didn't look it just now! Laid out here like that next to a bottle.

But it's not quite morning, either.

I.

[adept]

[ As it so happens, Yuri's a consummate night-owl.

He very nearly strolls right on past the kitchen when he picks up on the faint sound of Andy humming, and it gives him pause. Bedtime could wait a little longer, he decides, curious enough to saunter into the room to investigate. ]

...Now, am I mistaken, or are you working on bread?

[ Yuri inquires when he's near enough at hand to easily be heard without raising his voice. Based on appearance alone, he'd surmise that must be bread dough, and yet there's chocolate. ]

[oiorpata]

[ sometimes she is a night owl. sometimes she wakes up with the sun. she doesn't really know what she is on board the ximilia, because there's no sun anyway. ]

[ andy looks up when he enters, without missing a beat in what she's doing. ]

I am. [ she has yet to decide if she wants to throw in any chocolate chips into the bread for funsies. she'd pulled them out with the intention of making cookies, then was overcome with the urge to bake bread instead, so here she is. ] Is that on your list of baking skills too?

Kitchen

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

[This was certainly a new sight. Zhao had to stop and watch it in appreciation for a good long moment before making his presence known. After all, he had never seen Andy make her own food. Discounting hunting in the wild, that didn't count.

After the moment grew long, Zhao cleared his throat as he finally approached.]

Well, would you look at this. What's the special occasion?

[oiorpata]

[ she is dimly aware of someone entering the kitchen in the way she is always dimly aware of her surroundings, but she is more focused on the dough at hand initially, continuing her work for a few moments in the not-so complete silence. ]

[ it isn't until zhao speaks that she looks up. and then shrugs. ]

I wanted barbari bread and we didn't have any.

i. kitchen

[karumic]

[Kazuma is no stranger to being in the kitchen at strange hours, and it is not uncommon to encounter other people doing the same, so Kazuma does not bat an eye at seeing Andy already there when he decides to do so tonight. It's likely not even the first time they've run into each other here, though he's sure they haven't exchanged more than pleasantries before.

This time, though, is different: Andy is eating something weird. With the dark brown color, he'd almost think they were seeds or nuts if it wasn't for the bizarre shape. He'd normally leave well enough alone, but when Andy knocks back a handful without a second thought he just has to ask.]

Pardon me for asking, but what is that you're eating?

[oiorpata]

[ it's a ship floating through a void of space - andy would be more surprised if she were the only one making strangely timed pit stops in the kitchen. food is a consistent comfort. she's seen a lot of people come and go, but it takes a few run ins to really remember a face by virtue of how many faces she's had to comprehend. ]

[ but this guy looks familiar enough, even if she can't remember much by way of a conversation. her memory is shit. it isn't until he speaks up that she pays him more attention, though luckily she actually swallows her mouthful before answering for once. ]

Chocolate chips. [ just... straight up chocolate chips. if he asks her in japanese, that's what she answers him in. ]

i

[romancekiller]

[it was late into the evening and as usual clarke couldn't really sleep so eventually ends up wandering through the halls finding her way to the kitchen to possibly get something to eat.

it isn't the first time she has run into someone who is there already either eating or making some food of their own so she isn't too surprised to see andy there. she ventures further inside approaching her, curious about what she is doing] What are you making?

[oiorpata]

[ the ximilia itself seems inclined toward insomniac snackers, but luckily the kitchen is often well stocked. ]

[ andy looks up and nods a hello when she hears clarke, rolling another piece of the dough between her fingers. ] Bread. Focaccia, specifically.

cassian andor ✮ open

[evasives]

1.0 // LAB/TECH ROOM

[ cassian might not have been around as long as some of the others, but it doesn't mean he hadn't already memorized the layout of the ximilia. he's used to space stations, but even when he's spent excessive time on a starship, it's not like he had considered it a living space like the ximilia has become. because... he lives here now. apparently. ]

[ he likes to tinker in the lab, which is where he'll be sitting today. while a lot about ximilia is familiar to him on a technological level and he's a fast learner, there are still mystery pieces he's trying to sort out as he does indeed sort through the physical pieces. just as curious to him are the people that come in, because it's not as frequented a room compared to some of the others. he wants to get a sense of who else might like to tinker, compare it to his notes about who helped with what back in the olivia situation. categorizing resources and all that fun stuff. ]

This is not your box of mess, is it? [ he glances at whoever comes in. the answer doesn't matter to him so much as how they answer it. ]

2.0 // COMMON ROOM

[ it's not that cassian likes the common room, but he does like getting a sense of the people around him. they're stuck in close quarters, and he's admittedly kept to himself a lot more than he normally would - something about being dead and pretending he's working through that. he is not. he's just tired. he knows he should be getting to know these people if he's going to accomplish the goals here, but it's the first time he doesn't feel that mission-like pressure to be on all the time. maybe it's the dead thing again. ]

[ he mulls over the book collection in the common room, all of the titles unfamiliar, but he's making a mental list of the ones he might want to read first simply by appeal of title. it's not like he's had a lot of leisure reading time, ever. should he get some company: ] Have you read any?

[ at one point, he picks one at random and sits in an armchair, hunching over enough in what he assumes is an approximation of comfort while still being able to observe over the pages without actually looking like he's looking. he doesn't want to focus on the book so much as use it as an excuse to sit around and people watch whoever might come by. ]

closed 🗡 finn

[oiorpata]

[ after a day or so of being back on the station, andy had reached out to finn about the snake juice, because as tempting as it was to just dive into it immediately, she'd needed the comfort of vodka first, a familiarity after that dry spell. she's taken to calling it snake juice for ease. now she is sufficiently refreshed and making do on her promise! they found it together, they should drink it together. ]

[ does she realize he is a seventeen year old boy? sixteen? eighteen? no, because she doesn't even know how old he is to begin with. finn knows how to fight, and fight well, so it doesn't occur to her that he shouldn't have a drink. she'll be semi-responsible and take the first sip just to make sure it's not toxic or some shit. ]

[ they agree to meet in the sunlight room, because if this is gonna send her on a trip too, she'd rather be in the comfort of the sun. given she spends more time than not in it anyway, she's not necessarily on time so much as she is already there with the snake juice by happenstance whenever finn rolls in. maybe also with a bottle of regular tequila, but that one's mostly for her. she'll raise up the bottle in greeting when she sees him. ]

Let's hope it doesn't turn us into snakes.

[heroooic]

[ As Finn crests up over one of the sunlight room's many rolling hills, a broad grin stretches across his face. He breaks out into a run, skidding down the hill with a clearly giddy energy. He was a teenager who just got asked to hang out one-on-one with one of the coolest people in the crew; this could be an invitation to eat dirt and would probably still be excited about it. ]

Hey!! [ Finn collapses in the grass beside her, looking somehow both tired and over-caffeinated. Her joke earns an immediate laugh. ] Are you kidding? That would be the funniest end to this whole thing. Let's do this.

Oh, here. I brought snacks. [Finn reaches into his bag, pulling out a plastic container and holding it out to her.] I figure I owe you for saving my biscuits back in that dungeon. It’s bak…lava. From the replicator.

[oiorpata]

[ he is still incredibly earnest in a way that surprisingly delights her. ]

[ she's about to make a follow up snake joke, but he pulls out a snack - she's got a couple crackers shoved in a pocket but this is much better. she's charmed he remembered and it pulls a small smile of gratitude out of her. ]

Did you try any? [ andy pops open one of the snake juice bottles and swirls the liquid. ] Take one now, if not. Taste it unsullied by snakes in any capacity.

[ she has strong baklava opinions. ]