[ jade is just going to send this to the whole ship individually, likely just a few minutes following her arrival. might as well try to get started off on the right foot, yeah? ]
hi there! my name is jade harley, and it looks like i am going to be a backup pilot on this ship for a little while :p im still not entirely sure if the vanquish is going to be my final destination or not, but... i am glad to be here right now, and i really look forward to meeting all of you!!
[ HAHA wow that feels awkward, but. she's doing her best, okay. ]
[The change of ship had been a surprise, but she was okay with it. Friends on her new ship make it a little easier to acclimate properly, and there's not much difference between the two anyway. Glad to keep her personnel room, she set up camp there before going in search of the captain to say hello and that sort of thing.
Once she rules out the kitchen and cargo bay, she decides to try the bridge. Of course he'd be there. Zessica walks in quietly, not wanting to disturb him yet. After a little bit of sitting in the captain's chair while he's at the helm, she stands and waits behind his seat. Zessica leans down and peers around his shoulder.]
[It looks like Clay's writing something down. Calculations, some math? Something along those lines.
But when there's a very sudden voice at his ear, Clay jumps, paper and pen flying, the bill of his visor somehow being knocked sideways on his head even though he never even touched it.
And when he looks over to see who did the thing...]
[ It took him a couple days of deliberation to decide if he wanted to do this. It was rather...outside his norm, going on casual dates like this. But...he couldn't deny, the date with Misha had been fun. More fun than he had expected. And it's not like this is hurting anyone, right? Right.]
Ah- Hello Clay! It's Allen!
[ At least he's not as too much a nervous wreck as when he contacted Misha. He's done this before, and honestly? Guys had always been less terrifying to talk to. ]
Ino...told me that you would be interested in a date. So I'm writing to see if you'd...still be interested.
[You know, he'd been wondering if this date thing was going to go through. It'd been a while, after all! So when he checks his device, Clay's not expecting a follow-up for the date. When he sees the message however, he sits up straighter, checks to see if his hair's okay (even though it's through text, Allen can't see you man), and gives a big grin as he texts back.]
hey allen! i'm definitely still interested. :D i take it that means you're interested too?
[... Oh crap, what if this was a rejection instead? Clay's just gonna. Brace himself and watch his device like a hawk.]
[Right so Ino encouraged him to contact him. So...gonna try to make this cool and casual]
Thank you for the date the other night, Clay. I had a lot of fun!
Robin's doing very well! I think he's getting along well with the other fish! Though he doesn't seem to understand that even though he's green, he doesn't camouflage that well in seaweed thanks to his glowing.
[This is the biggest question Clay's ever been faced with.
Should he "lol" or just "hahaha"? He really did laugh, so it's not like he's faking it, but! Some people don't like chatspeak! Some people think hahaha looks weird! Why does he even care?!
He'll just. Go with this gut on that.]
lol really?? come on allen, he's just trying to blend with the environment so he can steal from the rich fishes in there
I know this is super last-minute, but I just realized that one of my big religious holidays is tomorrow. Would you be up for having a meal on the Paisley? You can invite your crew too, if you think they'd be up for it. Just let me know so I've got enough fish cooked.
[After all was said and done, Allen was sitting on the floor of Ino's room- feeling worn out but content. Most of his clothes were still on- but his gloves, tie and coat laid strewn across the room. At the moment, he was carefully redoing his ponytail to fix any hair strands that got loose. ]
...How long do you think it'll be until Ino's back?
[Since really, he really rather not move for the next hour if he can help it]
[Clay feels pretty much the same way. He sits beside Allen, legs touching... not so casually, and runs his hand through his own hair in an attempt to make it at least slightly less of a mess than it is now. His visor is on the table and his jacket is somewhere on the floor - he still hasn't bothered to look for it.
When Allen asks that question, Clay glances at him with a raised eyebrow.]
Mm? I don't know, she's been gone for a while.
[After a moment of watching, Clay takes Allen's hands in his own, moves them down a bit, then scoots behind him to help him with said ponytail. Not that Allen needs any help, but two sets of eyes are better than one, and - well, maybe he wants to slide his fingers through his hair one more time.]
We can probably hang out here for a while... I don't think she'd mind.
Uh - Sure, that's okay. You don't have to make it up to me or anything. [It was just a movie, after all, something to pass the time. Still, even though he's not very good at picking up tones and the like, it's so obvious on Allen's end that he himself sounds a little worried.]
So, uh.... I heard from a certain someone that you thought I was like the sun.
[Stefan should sound annoyed, or irritated, or even baffled - because honestly, he still is. But mostly, he sounds a little too happy to care.]
But more importantly, I figured that, uh, I should probably tell you. [Deep breath, Salvatore. Why is this so hard to get out? In the end, he settles for,] Did you know Alex loved me?
[WHAT. WHO TOLD HIM. ALEX HE DIDN'T TELL STEFAN ABOUT YOUR BOOTY CALL REQUEST HOW COULD YOU.]
Uh...
[But before he can get anything out, well... that happens. And any embarrassment or awkwardness he feels is suddenly blown away by a wave of happiness.]
Dude, really? I thought - Did she - Well, what did you say?! I mean, if she told you - Did she tell you? [LEANING IN TO THE SCREEN HERE TELL HIM]
[It's been a number of days since the 14th had stopped flaring up, which was great. Allen was feeling normal again, and him and his friends were all calming down from that little scare.]
[However on the downside...they were still stuck on the Marsiva, with very little to do with their time. So, it was of little surprise that one particular dull afternoon when the televisions were taken up by movies Allen wasn't interested in, that he'd found himself in Clay's bed, relaxing after some time well spent- when he noticed something peculiar in passing.]
[Damn, is it good to have Allen back again without having to worry about Nea. And not just because of their very intense session of
uh
checkers
Clay's on his stomach, winding down with his head resting on his arms. The blanket's up to about the middle of his back, so - it's not surprising that Allen's seeing what he's seeing, even though Clay doesn't quite know what it is yet. So he turns his head to look at Allen, eyebrows raised a bit.]
Mm? What, is there a bug or something?
[... He frowns and turns his head more as if to look. If he weren't so relaxed and spent, he'd probably be reacting a hell of a lot more.]
I asked Allen about you guys' sex life and he won't say a thing, he's so Victorian. You can't leave me hanging, man. I need the deets. I need to live vicariously through my only friends who are getting some.
You are invited to a Christmas Eve Eve gathering at the Iskaulit from 5 to 8 pm. Let’s make some new memories while trying to hold onto what was good about back home. If you agree to come, please: - Bring a White Elephant Present - Any food that you’d like to have that you think won’t be there - Agree to take any fighting outside If you do come, be aware that there will be punch, alcohol, jazz, and a ridiculous amount of salted foods will be served (we work with what we’ve got). Feel free to invite anyone you like who you think will appreciate the same and agree to abide by the same conditions.
Happy holidays,
Rogue
PS: Don't feel like you have to come if you've got plans with Allen. I just wanted to do something for those of us from Earth missing home.
[And Clay had given Allen his space, knowing that this is a hard time of year for him. He understands what it's like. Honestly, he's a little surprised to hear from him today, though definitely not in a bad way.]
merry christmas, starlight :D been thinking about u alld ay
[There may have been a minute or two wait for his reply since he's still imitating an ostrich with his pillow, because ugh that was embarrassing, but eventually he'll reach out to see who contacted him and - oh! He smiles as he sits up to reply]
i promise, it'll be a secret
[And while Clay's incredibly honest, he's very good at keeping secrets.]
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