[OPEN] An OTA for any post-mission threads! And Movie Night.

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: The crew!
LOCATION: The Mess Hall
DATE: After the mission / Movie Night, the day after the mission!
CONTENT: Feel free to use this log as somewhere to play out closed starters or what-have-you for any post-mission needs! There is also a movie night (sorta) in which the crew can contribute to it, as Newton is going to be out sick for this one.
WARNINGS: Nothing severe! But mark your comments if needed.

Upon returning from the mission, things need to take a real breather, huh? Not only have some of their folks returned home recently, but the witnessing of two crews getting gobbled up by pissed off dragons is also a thing. Not that a lot of the crew would probably contest the outcome wasn't somewhat deserved — caging living creatures to steal away from their families would definitely fall under 'stupid games, stupid prizes' that Americans love to say. Or whoever invented that (it was definitely not Tom Clancy, despite what some people say).

Anyway, everyone's back to mingling into the station, tired and victorious and maybe a little put-out by the overall murder and maiming. Business as usual, right?

So, Newt does what he usually does! Attempt to set up the mess hall for another typical movie night.

Only, he has fallen actually sick.

So the movie night is gonna have to rely solely on the crew, this go-around.

Upon entering the mess hall, many will find the usual things half-heartedly strewn about: the movie projector with the DVD player, sitting unused on one of the tables. The white cloth used to project on, half-hung and abandoned, looking like the world's worst sheet ghost on Halloween. Stacked dinner and snack plates with nothing on them are still in the kitchen, not yet moved around. In fact, the only thing that seems to have been fully supplied is a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor and one bag of 5 lbs., unopened sour patch kids on a chair.

Newt, it seems, has been put down for the day with his pirate-world-flu. Pirate Flu?

(It's not scurvy.)

Anyone stopping in will have to fend for themselves and provide any movies, music, food or additional goodies for this movie night, while Newton Geiszler is forced into bedrest by Chishiya and Yujin (who have the patience of saints in this situation).

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[softshoes]

[You are far from the first runner he's had to deal with, Newt. Yujin sighs, then crouches down to Newt's level, reaching out to touch his now-exposed forehead with the back of his hand.]

You're still burning up...

[He tilts his head slightly and hits Newt with the dreaded Mikotoba family concerned but also ever-so-slightly judgmental face.]

I don't think you need fresh air, Newt: I think you need to stay in bed. If not for your own sake, then for everyone else's.

[groupiedrifter]

[Newt pouts back, unhappy with the fact that he is lacking a family concerned but also every-so-slightly judgmental face. Where do you get that, genetically? Uugh. He drops his face back into the grass.]

But my room's so cold. Out here feels much better...

[He tucks his hands under his stomach. How old is he again?]

Man. I'm not supposed to get sick. I've got stuff I gotta do... I won't have everything ready again for the mission if I keep this up...

[softshoes]

If you work sick, you'll only prolong it.

[You get it from Grandma Mikotoba circa 1850. But, anyway: against his better judgment, Yujin sighs wearily, then gives up and takes a seat beside Newt on the grass.]

The sooner you get better, the sooner you can get back to work, Newt.

[groupiedrifter]

[Grumble grumble grumble. But after a moment, he slowly pushes himself up on arms that had gone a little tingly from the position they'd been in. Then he pushes back some sweaty hair and watches the much more serene area around them.]

... It never feels like enough. You weren't there, so you can't know.

Just how much I owe this crew.

Like, I would be nothing without them.

[Oooooh, the fever is talking. But it's spitting only truth, at least.]

[softshoes]

[Yujin's quiet for a moment, folding his legs beneath him and his hands in his lap, allowing Newt's to words settle. Giving him the opportunity to take them back, really.

And then he doesn't.

Gently, Yujin continues.] If the crew of the Ximilia was willing to work, and to sacrifice, for your sake-- whatever it is they may have done for you--

Don't you think they would prefer to see you healthy? Rather than ill, and overexerting yourself?

[groupiedrifter]

Whatever I've done to them.

[He clarifies it, because it's an important thing to point out for him. Well... it shouldn't have been, because it wasn't him who had done those things, but it's not so easy to shake away that horrible guilt. That feeling of being so out of control, unable to stop your hands from moving against your will. And Yujin, what does he even know about it? Sometimes he wonders how fair that really is, that people come along further down the line. That they don't know just how close he was to maiming or killing the crew he'd loved so much.

(Not him, not him, but...!)

Biting his thumbnail, he laughs weakly.]

That's the funny thing. When I was my healthiest, tidiest, most relaxed self, I wasn't actually myself. So... me being a mess, it's a good way for people to tell that I'm still me and not them.

If you ever see me in a nicely ironed suit and super smooth chin, you should probably put me in a real quarantine, pal.