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[softshoes]

CHARACTERS: EVERYBODY, toplevel away!
LOCATION: smushed very precariously into the North Wing
DATE: first night following the June log
CONTENT: slumber party!111!!1!!
WARNINGS: n/a - pls add to your threads as appropriate <3
NOTES: I'm posting this log OOCly, but ICly consider this a group effort rather than Yujin's doing - feel free to handwave how your character helped out :)

It's been a long, exhausting, and emotionally trying mission. It would've been enough, even without the orbers finding themselves in this strange past incarnation of the Ximilia station, forcing them all down so many painful trips down memory lane.

And yet, at the end of the day... everybody's still got to sleep!!

With the help of Iris, the infirmary staff, and any others who've volunteered, the North Wing's been outfitted as much as it can be to sleep a crew of over 40 people. Spare linens from the infirmary, whatever pillows or makeshift cots the team has been able to create: though humble, it'll sleep everyone. It's hardly luxury accommodations-- this station is older and more worn, and the North Wing is meant for half their number-- but it's cozy enough for anyone desperate for some rest to get it.

(Some of you will have to share bunks, though. Or sleep on the floor. Sorry.)

Perhaps your character:

helped set up the place, pitching in to wrangle up whatever sleeping supplies they could;

is still helping get others settled, or checking in with the injured (or, emotionally distraught?);

is too wired to sleep, their mind racing from the day's events (or, maybe they just don't sleep?);

is CRANKY about their assigned Blanket Pile On The Ground, and trying to find somewhere else to rest;

or is trying to bring the orbers' spirits up, joking or laughing or entertaining in spite of the situation they all find themselves in.

Or maybe they're doing something else like having a pillow fight or something silly. I'm not the boss of you!!

Comments

gold orb light

[softshoes]

[Yujin is not here, but scribbled in his handwriting is a note, stuck helpfully to the wall on the far side of the North Wing's sleeping quarters:

Don't touch!
May cause visions!!
-YM

Just beside the note is a beam of bright, golden starlight that some orbers may have already encountered. But, you know, it's good to have a reminder, just in case.]

action;

[blackfire]

helping out;

（ itachi can be found assisting with the hanging of strings of light (ambiance, supposedly) or with setting up pallets, fetching sheets, etc.

and no, you aren't seeing double. he's got several clones that's working diligently alongside him, a one-man army of 'many hands make light work'. maybe you've seen it before, maybe it's fucking weird. either way: one of the clones will gesture for your character's attention and ask politely to be passed some mundane object (tape? sheet? pillow?) to complete the latest area he's working on. ）



（ or perhaps he's sorting through the various nonperishable goods they've brought in, setting the visibly expired or dented cans aside. one can, entirely without a label, is examined curiously and then handed to the nearest person. ）

Do you happen to know what this may be?

（ the fuck's a spam, actually. ）

we'll sleep when we're dead

（ he isn't about to actually sleep in the communal area — instead, he is just outside the door to the current communal sleeping quarters, sitting cross-legged with his back to the wall. maybe it's a sort of self-imposed watch, maybe he's just low on the social batteries necessary to exist in a crowd. either way, he won't turn away a single person's company, and instead will incline his head politely to anyone that ventures from the room. ）

Would you care for a cup of tea?

sleep when we're dead

[rootlessly]

[Vash, too, tends to find crowds somewhat overwhelming. He tends to linger around the edges, content to watch the merriment of others from a distance. It's the kind of ambient noise he'd usually find soothing to fall asleep to, even, but tonight he's just a bit too unsettled for it.

The offer of tea, then, when he steps out for a moment to clear his head, feels especially well-timed.]

That would be great, thank you.

[blackfire]

（ he has a tea set beside him — scavenged from the kitchens, no doubt. but the tea is his own, that he had taken to the ndeira complex and had on his person when he returned. it has a sweet, clean, grassy smell — high quality gyakuro. he pours a cup for vash, and holds it up for him to take — clearly, vash is welcome or not to join him as he pleases.

the thanks is summarily ignored. ）

Helping out

[laviny]

[The stuff that’s stocked in the kitchen now is much more like what she was expecting when she arrived on the Ximilia almost two years ago. Space food. Astronaut rations. Stuff like that.

At the moment she’s unwrapping a package of freeze dried ice cream, but she glances up as Itachi passes along a can of processed meat.]

Oh, that looks like Spam. Processed pork product. Kinda gross, but it was popular during war time, I guess. Better than nothing, you know.

[blackfire]

（ 'processed'... not a word he likes in conjunction with 'food'. itachi eyes the can with just the faintest trace of suspicion, and then: ）

You aren't wrong.

（ it is in fact better than nothing. but that doesn't mean he'll be eating it, thank you — he's got soldier pills aplenty. itachi flips a marker between his fingers, and then writes: SPAM on its side in english, スパム on another side, and then holds out the marker for her. ）

I confess, I would not be certain how to spell it in Cyrillic.

（ just covering their bases. ）

we'll sleep when we're dead

[winscenario]

[ It's not that Jim can't handle crowds, but what he can't do right now is fall asleep. Sitting on the makeshift cot hasn't made that process any easier, so he's opted for getting up and walking around, making sure people are alright and no one needs help with anything.

Under the circumstances, though, it is a quiet, peaceful first night, and Jim ends up wandering out of the room, feeling admittedly useless, and all the more restless for it. He stops when Itachi greets him, returning the tilt of his head with one of his own, and a smile. ]

Do you have any with you? I can go fetch us some, if not.

[blackfire]

（ he shakes his head faintly. there is a flicker of motion, and then a perfect clone of him trots off to the kitchens to retrieve the proffered tea. ）

It's no trouble, James. You may sit if you wish.

（ he makes a gesture for the man to claim a spot of the floor. ）

Wildcard

[singlelogbridge]

[Itachi is already sitting just outside of the door with a steaming cup of tea when Wei Wuxian turns the corner and begins making his way towards the north wing. There isn't anything especially telling in Wei Wuxian's walk or approach except for the fact that he keeps his head down and doesn't say anything to Itachi as he approaches. He doesn't even seem to notice him.

Instead, he comes to a stop and leans against the wall, pausing to send Itachi a message all while standing a mere few feet away.]

Hey, are you busy?

[blackfire]

（ his focus cuts to wei ying, and his eyes narrow faintly.

under normal circumstance, he would think it a joke.

but they are not in normal circumstances, are they?

instead, aloud: ）

No. What do you require?

Yzak | OTA

[coordination]

01: He Help

[ Since Yzak suggested to Iris that he use his very convenient and offered abilities to help out with the sleeping arrangements, Yzak figures he should do his own due diligence to help with that.

So while they're setting up, and before Iris gets to work, Yzak is taking note of what they do have here already so he can let Iris know how much he actually needs to make. Good thing for everyone, he's straightforward about this sort of thing, so anybody in his general vicinity is getting questioned. ]

Are you fine with one of these cots? Or do you need something more accommodating to get a proper rest?

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02: NOBODY ALLOWED IN HIS PILLOW FORT (except for Iris)

[ The prompt title above is a lie, please ignore it.

While Yzak Jule loves the luxury of pillows (soft, velvety nice ones, thank you) where he can get it, he is a soldier who's been trained for and prepared for getting roughed up and uncomfortable situations. He's spent his fair share of time on battleships and, if things were different here on the Ximilia, would be perfectly fine sleeping on the floor to let someone less used to that take a cot. It's not only his being a Coordinator that helps, but he's used to running on minimal sleep if he has to - those alarms on his battleship would blare to life calling him to the bridge at any given time, and he had to be ready.

He didn't ask for pillows specifically for this little set-up.

And yet, thanks to Iris and his knowledge of the fact that mobile suits and Gundams exist in Yzak's world as well as his sense of humor, Yzak now stands gawking at what can only be described as a pillow fort in the shape of one of said giant robots. Is it a bunch of pillows stacked up or just one weirdly shaped pillow? Who the fuck knows, use your imagination, but it's ridiculous either way. ]

Wh- what the hell...!?

[ Or, later on in the evening once the Orbers get situated and settled down (to watch a movie, even, perhaps?), Yzak can be found reclined by himself within his cute little Gundam pillowfort, paying less attention to everything else around him and more on the little notebook he's procured and has begun writing in. One knee up, the book rests propped up against his thigh while he jots things down with his one arm, clearly inspired by something. ]

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[rootlessly]

[Vash, who had wandered in to try to help out with the setup himself, blinks once, as though surprised Yzak is asking him.]

Oh, yeah, anything would be fine with me. I'm used to sleeping in the desert, so I don't need much.

[coordination]

So long as you aren't just saying that to be nice. [ Because he knows! How some people can be! ] Adequate rest for the sake of the mission is more important than people assume it to be. So we should prioritize those less accustomed to discomfort, we don't know how long we're going to be stuck here like this, after all.

...

It better not be for long!

vash / ota

[rootlessly]

🔨 i. merry working song

[The idea of setting up a communal sleeping area for everyone is a charming thought, so Vash is quick to volunteer to help set everything up. He can be found doing a lot of scurrying back and forth gathering supplies, as well as moving the cots and pallets around so they can all fit in the space. If anyone seems to be having any difficulty with the more unwieldy items, he's quick to come up to them and offer a hand.]

Here, I've got it--

🎃 ii. scary stories to tell in the dark

[Sometime after the sleeping area is prepared and everyone's settled in for the night, but before anyone's really tired enough to go to sleep, Vash pipes up with a suggestion.]

We should tell scary stories to pass the time!

[The stories he has to tell are not exactly blood-curdling, though. They feature ghosts and skeletons, but nobody gets hurt or killed in any of them, and even the most bittersweet of the lot involves helping out a lost stranger.

Almost as though they were stories he'd been told as a child and held onto ever since.]

ii

[winscenario]

[ Jim looks over from where he's sitting on his cot, eyebrow arching in amusement. He's got some papers he's managed to find to entertain himself sketching, but sharing stories, particularly fictional ones, sounds equally interesting. ]

How scary? I'd like not to end up jumping at every shifting shadow while we're here.

[legalcy]

[Minimus can lie on the cold, hard ground. He's a robot, he'll be fine. A corner of the bed is outlines by a row of books that marks the boundary of his space and the rest.

Now. He's still nine feet tall, but that is only true if he's still wearing his outer armor. After setup and seeing enough crew members come in, he decides now the good chance to sit on the floor, power down, and without warning, have his limbs pop off and his torso open up, revealing a 5-foot-tall Minimus with less impressive armor.]

...I forget not everyone knows this.

[His lifeless armor is off-limits, but that doesn't mean it's open for vandalism.]

You don't actually have to tag this back if you don't want, I just need this to be a canon moment

[locumstudentesquire]

[Settled down nearby, Ryunosuke is starting to doze off when THIS is occurs, right within his line of sight.

Minimus's limbs pop out. A smaller, essentially identical Minimus emerges from the torso.

Still laying on his side, but now tensed up and utterly frozen in shock, Ryunosuke's eyes are BULGING. He hisses, just barely under his breath, unable to stop himself from reacting:]

WHAT.

TIME FOR A MOVIE (happy pride month)

[groupiedrifter]

Never fear, guys! I've got your viewing material right here!

[... Okay, granted, Newt should probably not be scouring the place for any semblance of movie, considering he's been delegated to resting and not straining the injury on his shoulder. But as far as he's concerned, he's got it stitched up, medicated, and relaxed plenty enough, okay? Anything to distract from the oversharing and awkward silences after seeing one's most personal memories, yanno?

So he pops the movie on, gets it rigged to play on the wall with the Movie Night EXP he has acquired over the years, and gets it going; immediately as he sits back, he grins and looks excited.]

Man, this seems familiar.

[And for a while, it is very much familiar. The Matrix — or something pretty close to it — begins to play out, including the homoerotic kung-fu scene between Neo and Morpheus; Newt always loved that scene. But it seems even more intimate than he remembers as a kid...? Weird. And he's 100% sure that the leather chaps and leather cowboy hats and mechanical horses and twangy accents weren't in the original—

Wait wait wait —]



[Newt gasps, newly captivated, a tiny and awed ooh escaping him.]

[recklessenough]

[ It's not that Lockwood has any issue with peoples' sexuality, sexuality in general and the idea of consenting adults getting their consenting adult on. There may be a lot about his world that is trapped in the early eighties, but you don't rattle around London with the likes of Flo Bones and not have your eyes opened a time or two.

However, like it or not he was 'born minted' and that meant there were certain things and young gentleman did not do. Like watch, whatever was about to unfold on the screen before him, in mixed company. Hell. He barely made it through Lucy's innuendos without blushing.

Still. As he watched some of his fellow orbers and their reactions to the movie unfolding on the screen, he was chuckling softly as he packed up a make shift pillow and blanket. ]

Think I saw a fairly comfortable looking chair in the kitchen. [ Words softly spoken as he made his escape began to pick his way carefully towards the exit. ]

please bully/threadjack (cw: period accurate homophobia)

[locumstudentesquire]

[Being a relative movie newbie, Ryunosuke feels like he is barely following any of this... To the point where, for a second, he is CERTAIN he must be misunderstanding the chemistry that's happening in this scene. But then...]

Is this... Is this legal to show?!

[he squeaks that aloud, impulsively and on accident, now bright red with embarrassment.]

cw for period-typical homophobia

[softshoes]

[It is incredibly important to note that Yujin Mikotoba, on account of being born in the 1850s, has never seen the Matrix OR Brokeback Mountain before in his life.

But he does love a good story, the novelty of a feature-length film hasn't worn off on him just yet, and he trusts Newt's judgment on movies. (Seeing as Newt's movie nights are how he's seen... pretty much every movie he's ever seen.) So here the man is, fighting off mental and physical exhaustion, for a-- what is this? A martial arts, science fiction, North American themed... romance...? Between two men?

Perhaps it's that Yujin is too tired to process what is going on, or that the plot of this movie is just that weird, but he just. Can't stop watching. Unlike Ryunosuke, he doesn't even react to the content or the passionate-yet-tastefully-restrained romantic scenes (but yeah Ryu this shit's totally illegal sick lmao 🤘). The man sits crosslegged on his sleeping cot on the ground and watches the film with a whole spectrum of facial expressions, ranging from pensive to dumbfounded to--


"Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together! Fuckin' real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn't want it, Neo! So what we got now is the Matrix!"

--okay, FINE, that one gets him enough that he's visibly emotional, but he has the good sense not to cry, or anything.

Great film! Yujin falls asleep in the middle only once. Considering he's fighting off his innate Dad Falls Asleep In Front Of TV instincts along with the events of the last couple days, though, that's still a pretty strong endorsement.]

[coordination]

[ From his Gundam-shaped pillow fort (no boys or girls allowed (except iris)), Yzak looks up over the top of the book he's writing in.















He looks back down and keeps writing, cheeks tinged very slightly pink. ]

[dispassioned]

[Chishiya wasn't expecting movie night, all things considered. But having a distraction is kind of nice, so in spite of his preference for avoiding the communal sleeping arrangements, he does decide to sit in and watch some of the movie.

As he watches, though, he raises an eyebrow.]

The Matrix is gayer than I remember.

[He's really only seen it one time, dubbed in Japanese, and it was probably at least 10 years ago. But still. Huh.]

tfw you wake up first at the slumber party | ota

[softshoes]

[Keeping time on a ship outside of time is no easy feat. It'd been so on the orbers' own version of the Ximilia, and it's just as true here-- made that much more difficult when Yujin had been one of, if not the, first to knock out after the movie.

All of this means that Yujin's stirring awake just a little too early. While most everyone's still asleep (save you weirdoes who don't sleep), the man sits up in his cot, looking around the North Wing with bleary eyes. He's too well rested to try for another couple hours; with what a mess this has all been, he's not going to try to disturb anyone's well-deserved rest.

He rises carefully, slips his shoes back on, and makes his quiet way over to the kitchen. If there was booze in those cupboards, there's got to be coffee, too. Or tea? Something caffeinated, anyway.]

closed to vash

[softshoes]

[--only, someone else is awake, too, isn't he?]

Oh, good morning. [says Yujin to Vash, voice still a little hushed, as he spots him in the hallway.] You're up early.

[Unless...]

Were you able to get any rest?