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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-07-02 12:22 am

( july event log )

Who: Everyone
When: July 2nd and on
Where: The Moira + Caducan ship
What: The crew prepare to fight the Caducans.
Warnings: Death, Body Horror. Please label your content!

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the glass menagerie
"I want the world to be fragile. There is no place to hide a dark heart."

After the missive from the people aboard the vessel carrying those from Caducus Secondary, the Moira is alive with preparations for defending the ship. No matter how big or small, each individual is entrusted with the responsibility of protecting themselves and their fellow crew members at all costs. With the Captains having divided them into teams to devise appropriate Plans of Action, they have decided to merge all the ideas into a singular strategy and have relayed it to the entirety of the crew via the MID. Everyone has been given a vital part to play, and although the Captains realize that some aboard are passive, now isn’t the time to be idle. Now is the time for action.




Step 1: Negotiate & Infiltrate
With this part of the plan enacted, a small number of those who have volunteered to attempt negotiations have been heard by the Caducans and have been temporarily “invited” to board their vessel. However, due to this highly stressful situation, a portion of the offensive team have been asked to accompany them in order to disable as much of the opposing ship and its crew to force them to evacuate onto the Moira. Regardless of time and what reparations are offered, negotiations ultimately fail. The Caducans want the debt of their planet to be paid by the people of the Moira with their very lives. While boarded with the Caducans, they will attempt to incapacitate the negotiation party through violent means, and it will be the responsibility of this particular team to attempt disengage the Caducans’ ship to prevent it from attacking the Moira. However, despite all efforts to sabotage their systems, the ship itself shuts its primary units into Lockdown Mode.

All Moirans are forced to make a decision: stay and be shut inside an unfamiliar ship with the remaining Caducans who are still out for blood or make an attempt to flee to the emergency escape units on that ship with the other Caducans who have used them to head straight for the Moira.
Meanwhile, back on the Moira, the crew must work to secure the ship against the incoming assault by the Caducans after having left their ship via emergency escape units. This means that some of the defense team will have disabled the gunnery to make it look as if the Moira is defenseless and secure the rest of the area with those on the offense team. There is no place for mercy; the Caducans will board the ship through the Cargo Bay. They are not interested in granting it to the crew after all the losses they suffered at Caducus Primary. The only choice will be to fight for their lives (kill or be killed) or find a way to lure the Caducans into the Ingress room to send them to some unknown place where they will no longer be a threat. The Captains have given all members of the crew leave to use whatever means necessary to protect both themselves and the ship’s systems from the invaders. Failure is not an option.

Step 3: ???? & Step 4: Profit
In the aftermath of the fight, the Moira is in a state of devastation. Bodies of the Caducans as well as some of the Moira’s own crew can be found in the hallways. Those who were stuck aboard the Caducan ship have either been rescued or rescue attempts are underway. This is the time to recover, to calculate what has been lost and come together as the crew the Captains have wanted since the Ingress had brought them aboard. Any and all Medbay personnel will be at the crew’s disposal, though the Captains will be focusing their attention on the Ingress room and what has become of it after having thrown so many people inside it.

The Ingress technology is broken. Various events on planets and on the ship have shown that fixing it is near impossible, and that it is entirely unpredictable in nature. The Moira’s Ingress had recently turned off, sending the ship into a slight freefall before it restored and righted itself. Hours after sending the remaining Caducan crew members through the Ingress, the swirling blue light goes still and emits a pulse that ripples out in waves as far out around the ship as a few miles. For one lingering breath, it’s impossible to move, a near blinding light surrounding every crew member. The rush of wind is the only sound that can be heard. Moments later, every Moiran, even those that were on the Caducan ship, are now in the same place. The Ingress has malfunctioned, causing time and space to overlap—the two ships have twisted together into something unseemly and new.
Shattered & Swept Aside
Parts of the Moira have ceased to exist. Areas of the ship have become crystalline and transparent. There are rooms that were never there before. The Mess Hall is gone, replaced by a single empty room devoid of all furniture. The tree at the center of the garden is still there exactly as it was except it is now made of glass. The floors are a jarred mess of glass and steel, and there is broken glass littering the ship. The air filtration systems are going into overdrive to clear out the miniscule particles floating everywhere. So, sometimes, too deep a breath may end with inhaling shards of glass. The clothing you’re wearing might have turned to glass, doors are sealed shut, and it’s hard to discern where the Moira starts and the Caducan ship ends.

Everyone has only one job: be careful of the glass.
We Break Fast, We Are Glass
The crystalline glass that is woven into the ship is now possibly a part of the crew. The transition from skin to glass might be painful or feel as if it’s always been that way. Hair has turned to glass, and arms, eyes, patches of skin or entire bodies are now transparent and reflect light. Joints may be stiff, or flex and move as good as they did before. If a crystalline hand is smashed against a wall it might break, or dent steel. For those who need medical attention, all staff have been summoned to the Medbay once more to help their fellow crew. Prosthetics and coverings will be made and offered to ensure that the glass doesn’t get broken or to prevent further breakage. Crew may assist each other in finding a way to remove the glass, or leave it as it is until a permanent solution can be found.


( ooc; When it comes to barracks, each player can decide if their room has ceased to exist for the event or not. Characters that have roommates need to decide together what they’d prefer. The amount of glass that a character has turned to is up to the player, as well as if it is painful or uncomfortable in any way. For questions, please go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

( Other helpful links: Original Negotiation Plan | Defense Plan | Offense Plan )
hyperkinesia: (bruce_aou_075)

Bruce Banner » open

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-03 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
☄ POST-BATTLE; AROUND THE MOIRA.

[ It was difficult enough to see the crew engage in a fight with people who attacked them for something he did— worse yet when he was locked up for the duration of it. Most of the time he'd have people right outside the cage to stop the Caducans from getting to him, and when they tried and he had to watch helplessly as the confrontation went down right in front of him, it was even worse.

He was not only guilty, he was also useless. But he knew also that a rampaging Hulk wouldn't help things in the least right now, so he didn't try particularly hard to get out.

Once it's all over, he actually considers staying inside the cage as some sort of self-inflicted punishment, but... eventually he gets out, knowing it won't change anything. The very least he can do is help clean up the mess the Moira was left in, and go to the medbay and help with checking up on people who were injured during the fight. ]



☄ THE PULSE, THE TRANSFORMATION; MEDBAY.

[ It's hours later that the Ingress sends the pulsing energy through the ship, and Bruce finds himself wrapped by light. He's just outside the medbay when it happens, and he panics for the brief moment he's frozen in place, and when he's freed from it, a sharp pain flares up in his chest, like he's just been stabbed in the square center of it. He stumbles and nearly falls, clinging to a nearby wall, and whether alone or with someone's help, he makes his way back into the medbay so he can take a look at what's happened.

It'll take a scanner or something similar to be able to tell; his skin looks normal, it's on the inside that he has a beating heart made of glass. Not that he has a lot of time to see what's happened to it, because another transformation follows suit, and as his eyes and the skin around them turn into bright and shining crystal, his sight fades gradually and soon after he goes completely blind. ]



☄ (NOT REALLY) COPING; SCIENCE DEPARTMENT.

[ Bruce and Trish's room is all turned to glass, and it's uninhabitable. Not that it would matter either way, because he would rather avoid it right now when he knows Trish won't be there, but it does mean he has few other places to hole himself up in. He sticks to the science department for the most part, taking up the small couch in his private office as a makeshift bed, even though he barely gets any sleep as it is. More often than not, he'll be hiding away in there, too terrified of stepping outside when he can't see a thing, when he doesn't know if a miscalculated step or the push of a wrong button might turn to disaster.

To add to that, he's constantly terrified of what might happen if his heart rate spikes right now. Would his heart shatter? Could a transformation effectively kill him or would it just make things worse or even more painful? What about the Hulk, would he be blind like Bruce is? The very notion of a rampaging Hulk is terrifying as it is, Bruce can't even begin to imagine how much worse it would be if he couldn't see anything at all.

So hiding away and avoiding people altogether seems like the best option, and at least here he can try to figure out what's happened. 'Try' being the keyword here; Bruce may have pretty sharp senses otherwise, but he's never had to adjust to losing one of them, so he's having a hard time being able to do much of anything right now. Anyone coming into the department might find him tracing the edges of a computer or the holographic table, attempting to work with the system, and wishing it could be activated by voice, or see him sitting at his couch or slumping on a chair, evidently exhausted and starving but actively trying to ignore the way his body practically screams for the necessary rest and sustenance. ]


(( ooc: will match brackets or prose! ))
morethan084: (bruised)

Option 3

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-07-03 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everything had gotten so much worse so rapidly, that Daisy didn't believe it was actually over just yet. Bruce was still here though, which was a relief. What wasn't a relief was that something terrible had happened to him. Had happened to a lot of the people on board, actually.

It was selfish, how relieved she felt that it hadn't happened to her. Although she hadn't gotten out of it completely unscathed. When the Ingress went haywire it had sent her sensitivity for vibrations into overdrive. To the point that she passed out. It was great. On top of the fact, Miles, who had brought her to the medbay had accidentally popped her shoulder back out of its socket. Also great.

Finding where Bruce was wasn't too hard, she heard others talking about his location. What happened to his room during this whole glass thing. A lot of the rooms were like that now.

Spotting him, her stomach sank. Even if from her angle he appeared normal, his posture didn't.]


Bruce? It's Daisy.
hyperkinesia: (I kinda broke Harlem.)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-03 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Couldn't be much of a secret that Bruce would choose this place to hide in. The cage was too exposed right now, too many people coming and going, and even if his room were inhabitable right now, he wouldn't want to be there.

There wasn't much for him to do while he was stuck here, granted, but at least it was quiet and empty for the most part. Even when he couldn't manage to do any work, it was still a comfort to be able to touch a surface and find some familiarity in the cold metal edges and the keys he was used to touching by now.

When he heard someone come in, he stopped, swaying just slightly in his seat as he turned to face the door. Glass eyes or not, it was obvious that his gaze wasn't focusing on anything, and the skin of his eyelids and around them was turned to the transparent crystalline material too. ]


I know. [ He knew her voice. Damn it, he might not be able to see her, but he still could hear her. ] You need anything?

[ Hilarious, really. Blind and helpless and he was asking her what she needed from him. ]
morethan084: (talkingdown(2))

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-07-03 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's hard not to stare at him, at his eyes. This reminds her of Gordon all over again. Only, at least Bruce sort of had eyes? Her own gaze falls to the floor as she shoves her hand into her back pocket, her other arm behind held in a stupid sling.]

Actually. I came here to ask you that. See how you're holding up.

Do you mind if I take a seat?
hyperkinesia: (Makes play he's still a man.)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-03 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not that his eyes are of much use when he can't see through them, but sure, they're still there. At least they don't hurt, at least blinking doesn't come with a soft thud of ache like his heart does every so often, especially when he makes slightly more physical effort. ]

Just peachy. [ Said dismissively, but he nods. ] Go ahead.

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arcreact: stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth. thank you. (martini. gin、 not vodka、 obviously.)

science department

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-07-03 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tony probably would've hunted Bruce down earlier, but there's so much that needs doing right now. The ship is a mess. The people are a mess. It doesn't even occur to him that Bruce would be anything but fine, given he'd been holed up in a safety cage for the entire fight, until a day or two after all the dust has settled. Then a strange feeling of foreboding carries him to where he figures he's most likely to find him.

And he's right, of course. He usually is.

Tony watches from the doorway for a moment, observing the way Bruce tiptoes around with exhausting caution, the way he uses his hands to figure out where he is and what he's doing. Tony's smart. He figures it out in seconds.

He also figures out these computers aren't very accessible to the blind.

Then he's leaving again before Bruce even knows he's there, retrieving one of his laptops from where they'd (fortunately) survived the chaos, albeit with a few glass keys, and waltzes his way back into the science department without bothering to announce himself. Bruce probably can't tell who's let themselves in and deposited something heavy on a nearby table until a familiar British voice pipes up: ]


Good evening, Doctor Banner.

[ For his part, Tony just waits, watching, arms crossed. The glassy look to Banner's eyes tells him everything, no questions required. ]
hyperkinesia: (How's he doing?)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-03 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bruce can definitely hear someone coming in, but he doesn't ask who it is, he acts as if he doesn't notice it even if it's obvious by the tension taking over his shoulders that he does. He's just hoping it's not yet another person coming in to check up on him, to see the poor state he's in and throw some more pity onto the pile. He can do without.

Luckily the other person says nothing, which helps in ignoring them altogether. That is, until something's set down on a table near him and a familiar voice rings through the silence. ]


JARVIS. [ He can't help but smile; in fact he lets out a chuckle that's a mix of pleasant surprise and comforting familiarity. ] Hi. Didn't know you were around.

[ In the meantime, Bruce's turned in his seat just enough that he's more or less facing Tony, glassed eyes aimed in his general direction. ]
arcreact: (aw shucks)

[personal profile] arcreact 2016-07-03 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Figured you two could use a playdate. [ Tony says by way of greeting, tactfully not addressing the obvious reasons why he's loaning Bruce his natural language UI. ] All of my work's going to be elementary nuts and bolts - and glass - for the foreseeable future. Not a lot of interesting stuff for J to do.

[ Which is only half true, all things considered. Helping people with cybernetics that have been damaged is certainly not elementary work, nor is some of the more complex damage to the engines, but he's not going into all that. And he's not thinking about or even addressing the way the little device in his chest has turned almost entirely to glass.

He'll deal with that later.

For now, Bruce needs JARVIS as much as anybody, and it's not like Tony doesn't have the AI in every single one of his devices, anyway. ]
hyperkinesia: (bruce_aou_040_1)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-03 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tony doesn't need to address the reasons why, Bruce knows all too well why he's doing it. Normally it's the kind of thing that would leave him a little upset, because in a way it comes from a place of pity and he's had enough of that so far, but at the same time, it's a really nice gesture, and Bruce does appreciate it. He can't even lie and say that it won't be an extreme help to have a voice interface around the lab right now. ]

Thank you, Tony. [ That's as honest and grateful a tone as Bruce can manage, which is to say a lot. But he doesn't want to make things weird for Tony either, so he follows that with a lighter remark, though not devoid of genuine interest. ]

Not to be greedy or anything, but any chance you could set him up at the lab on a more permanent basis?

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keelahselai: (hyped up psyched up)

science dept. (prose so I can phone tag later; I have my methods)

[personal profile] keelahselai 2016-07-03 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
In a way, Tali was almost glad she hadn't been here for the time leading up to the invasion. She came out of cryo to find the plans made and several crew members already on board the Caducan ship that had pursued them here.

It meant she didn't have chance to even think that maybe they'd stop if the Moira gave up the crew members who had been on the planet. Now that she had thought of it, after all was done, it made her think not of giving herself up, but of how if she'd been there for Bruce to suggest the same thing she would have instantly shot him down, and been horrified to have to do it. It was that thought that made her go to find him.

Her own transformation was hidden underneath her shirt sleeve, under the gloves she was using from her old environmental suit, but it was there anyway: the skin of her right arm, from fingers all the way to her sternum - semi-opaque, crystalline glass. And it hurt - every movement brought with it a sharp, nauseating surge of pain she could only hope would fade in time. But even with that, seeing Bruce made her physically recoil as soon as she saw him. Her mouth dropped open, and he would probably hear her breath catch before she hissed out softly, "Keelah..."

She reached his seat in a few steps - dropped down into a crouch to look at him, exhaustion in every line of his face save for-- She swallowed, and, "Hey - hey, it's me, Tali."
hyperkinesia: (Thanks for asking nicely.)

(skflds planning ahead is important)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-03 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, the sound coming from her didn't exactly make Bruce feel better about his situation. Nearly everyone who'd come in to check up on him had brought with them yet another dose of pity, and he hated it, each time it only made him want to tell them to go away. So after that hiss and soft remark, when she came closer and spoke again, he answered a little more roughly than he meant to.

"I know. I can still hear you just fine." The words were biting, an exhale that almost turned into a frustrated sigh halfway through, as he turned and his glassed gaze lifted to where her voice came from, no focus to it whatsoever.

A beat, and he pressed his lips together, crystalline eyelids dropping as he tipped his head down. "Sorry. I'm just... I'm tired." He didn't specify what he was tired of, instead just leaving it at that. "How are you? I didn't see you around during the whole... mess."
keelahselai: (the fuck is that human)

always \o/

[personal profile] keelahselai 2016-07-03 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment she leaned back, one hand - her good hand - raised as if warding off the rebuke, but she had to remember he couldn't see anything she did.

"Sorry--I didn't mean..." She sounded flustered, slightly defensive. "You gave me a fright."

Maybe she hadn't meant to be patronising, but...apparently it had happened anyway. Hard not to be when you see someone mutilated like that. ...That wasn't an argument she would make to Bruce himself. She floundered for a second, then silently agreed - leave it at that.

"Anyway, ah... I was in stasis until right before they invaded. I had enough time to figure out was going on and find some weapons and then..." She shrugged, remembered again he couldn't see it, and quickly added on, "they were on board."

But it was easy for her - relatively. If she panicked, if she got angry, adrenaline worked for her - made her senses sharper, her reflexes quicker. It meant she could live through fights like this. Even if she had nigh begged at least one of them, something she'd never done in a situation like this -- "Don't do this, I don't want to fight you." -- in the end, she was still here. But--

"What about you - did you get through it OK?" She didn't need to say exactly what she meant.
hyperkinesia: (theavengersds-0446)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-03 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right," he nodded. "It's not my most flattering look, I know."

Because humor's his coping mechanism, even when it doesn't help, even when it doesn't make him feel any better about his situation. But it's better than getting angry or sad or frustrated, or at least better than showing that he's feeling all those things at once.

"I see. That's— that's good. I'm glad you made it out of there." And yet Bruce's mind gets stuck on someone else the moment Tali mentions stasis. Tali woke up, Tali's here now— but Trish isn't. The damn ship is keeping her trapped in there, worse yet during a time when everything's going haywire and parts of the Moira are either vanishing, being replaced or turned to glass, and he can't even see so he can't go over there and check if Trish's still alright, whole and unaffected.

Never mind that he may as well be falling apart without her; that's not a new sentiment. He'll just have to cope with that.

"I made it through, yes." Not sure about the 'okay' but... "I was locked up for most of it, actually. I only came out when the fight was over."

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forwardmomentum: (to make me horny)

EYYYY

[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2016-07-04 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ miles and bruce haven’t spoken much. hardly at all, since that one terse conversation they’d had way back when after caducus primary. and that’s largely by design. avoid isn’t the right word, but miles sure as hell hasn’t gone out of his way to get chatty with bruce.

at first, it was a bizarre sense of resentment he couldn’t shake, even when he knew there was no point to it. he’d died, dammit, and painfully, and for a while, he couldn’t accept that it’d been as collateral damage. his ego just wouldn’t let him. but it’s been months now — almost nine months, the better part of a year, and while it’s never really been far from miles’s mind, the distance of time has helped.

but even if he still managed to hold onto that grudge, even if he hated bruce, he’d still be pitching in from the side corridor to skid in front of bruce’s cage and fire off three short successive shots with his stunner, dropping three caducans like sacks of marbles where they stand. miles jerks himself upright before he overbalances, breathing hard, and jerks his head over his shoulder to glance at bruce. ]


Did they get you?
hyperkinesia: (Is this a code green?)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-04 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bruce doesn't even register who it is at first. His eyes are on the Caducans most of all, and they in turn focus solely on Bruce the moment they see him, frowns deepening. It's no surprise, and by now he's almost sure they all know who he is and why he's stuck in that cage, so it's only normal they'd want to get to him.

Before they even manage to get near the locked door, though, they're shot down, and Bruce's attention shifts to the short man standing between him and the now fallen Caducans. His eyes widen in a different kind of surprise now, and it's a few seconds after Miles asks that Bruce manages to speak up. ]


No, I'm... I'm fine. [ Not like opening that door would've been easy anyway, not with the way Tony had it locked up. Which isn't to say it would've been impossible. ] What about them? Are they alright?
forwardmomentum: (nothing says "i miss you")

[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2016-07-07 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Them? [ miles spares only the briefest of glances down at the fallen caducans. ] They'll get back up eventually, although I don't have the faintest idea what the hell I'm going to do with them when they do.

[ he'll have to switch to nerve disruptor fire sooner or later, he can only take out so many with stunner fire, and...he doesn't have combat armor here. he can take a lot fewer hits than the caducans can. he glances back at the cage bruce is in. ]

How secure is that thing?
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[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-08 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bruce presses his lips tightly, not really liking hearing that much. Sure, he didn't want the Caducans hurting anyone on board the Moira, but he also doesn't want anything bad happening to them. Hopefully most of the crew and the captains will be reasonable enough to find a solution that doesn't involve killing them all.

He looks to Miles then around himself at the question. ]


Very. They wouldn't be able to tear it apart, and considering who locked it down, no one would find a way to break in either. I'm not going anywhere— but no one's getting to me, either.

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science department

[personal profile] commontype 2016-07-04 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Eggsy'd been pretty vocal about not wanting to give Bruce to the survivors threatening the ship. He'd rather fight, putting his all into it no matter the outcome, but luckily, the crew hadn't offered Bruce up. He'd have fought them, too. He knows that it's far from the way a Kingsman would behave but he's always known that his weakness is the people he loves and Bruce is one of them.

He's lost him once, he wasn't going to lose him again. Eggsy's still not over that, probably wouldn't be ever.

But after everything that's happened, Bruce has to go and turn to glass, and then hide away in the science department away from him. Eggsy saunters in, the only part of him turned to glass is some of his hair, only to stop midstep at the sight of Bruce slumped over on a chair.]


Ah, fuck. [He smiles softly, coming up close.] Hey, Bruce.
hyperkinesia: (The gamma readings are definitely consis)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-04 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The issue there was more that Bruce seemed more willing than the whole of the ship combined to give himself up. Not that it mattered much, in the end; they didn't let him, and he spent the whole time locked up, both for his own sake and the sake of everyone else.

As time passes, he sees more and more how his was a terrible idea, and how horribly it would've been if he'd gone through with it. Luckily that's over now— on the other hand, it seems they have brand new issues to worry about.

Not that Bruce is making much of a fuss about his current problems, at least not to the people around him. They have enough to worry about, they don't need to waste any energy on him, so naturally keeping himself holed up is the logical solution.

Which doesn't stop people from dropping by, anyway. Word gets around fast, he figures— or some of the people here care more about him than he realizes.

This time, he doesn't hear anyone coming in, mostly because he's too exhausted and more or less dozing off when the door opens. It's only when Eggsy comes closer and speaks up that he jolts awake, sitting upright so quickly that he nearly loses his balance and falls off the bench he's sitting on. ]


Eggsy. [ His voice is rough and drowsy like he's just crawled himself out of a light slumber, and he lifts a hand to cling to his chest for a moment. Clearing his throat, he turns in his general direction, crystalline eyes unable to focus on anything. ] Hi. Do you— you need anything?
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[personal profile] commontype 2016-07-06 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Eggsy drops a hand to Bruce's shoulder, fingers flexing softly, expression fond and apologetic all at once. He hadn't meant to scare him or anything, and up close, Bruce's eyes are mesmerizing and make him uncomfortable.]

Can't just visit cause I miss your pretty face, yeah?

[Which was the actual reason he was here, but Eggsy could come up with something else they could do so it didn't feel like he was checking up on him.]

Here. [He drags his hand down Bruce's arm so that he knows where he's touching him, fingers curling around his wrist to lift his hand.] Wanna see if you think I can shave it off. My hair, yeah?

[If Bruce lets him, he'll bend forward and place his hand against the now glass hair that's frozen on his head.]

Don't know what'll happen if I do, but it's heavy. Feels like I can hardly lift my head sometimes, but it don't hurt.
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[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-06 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There's not much that's pretty about my face right now.

[ He appreciates the light tone, though, even if he can almost feel how uncomfortable Eggsy is by the sight of him. He's hardly upset about it, in fact he understands all too well. He might not be able to see how he looks right now, but he can guess it's probably a pretty unsettling sight.

There's some slight tension as Eggsy grabs his wrist and lifts his hand up, but he doesn't struggle, waiting until he can feel the edge of Eggsy's scalp, easily guessing what he's touching when he can feel the solid glass shape beneath his fingers. ]


I don't imagine it'll affect you much if you just shave it off. The problem is actually shaving it off without hurting yourself. If the hair is made of glass starting at the roots, for instance, it's probably not a good idea to get rid of it. Even if it's not, you might still cut yourself in the process.

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higginsdrive: (only lιѕтen тo мe wнen ι ѕιng)

/shows up 8000 years late with starbucks, feel free to ignore this ♥ - 3

[personal profile] higginsdrive 2016-07-15 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ It seemed the waves of pain had swept across the ship because Bruce definitely wasn't the only one that had doubled over in pain. It had been confirmed at Medbay, but two of her lower ribs were now glass and what the fucking shit was that. Rather than worrying about what everyone else was doing when it came to the ship, she had her priorities set up a little differently. Mainly trying to split her time between Trish and checking on Bruce.

She swings through the non-existent mess hall to grab a few things from the kitchen before heading to see him. A thermos-type container of soup, a few sandwiches, and chips. It wasn't much, but it was warm. She didn't have Trish's social skills, didn't before everything and certainly didn't now. Her movements are somewhat ginger when she slips into the Science Dept, setting the collected items on one of the tables. She clears her throat a little, not having tried to keep her steps light when she'd entered. ]


Hey. Chow time.
hyperkinesia: (What does he want me to do?)

not late at all ♥

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-15 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The door itself pings as it opens, that and the footsteps letting him know when someone's coming inside. He can't exactly guess by the sounds alone who it is, but he can tell they brought food with them by the scent, which really leaves him with the option that it has to be someone close to him, close enough that they'd worry about coming by to check up on him and make sure he eats.

Which, granted, isn't an unfounded concern. He hasn't exactly been looking after himself as well as he should.

When Jessica's voice rings through the air, there's a hint of surprise, and he sits a little more upright, forgetting whatever it is he was trying to do with the computer. At least with JARVIS's help he wasn't as useless, but it was still incredibly frustrating trying to get any work done at all. So maybe a break isn't the worst idea right now.

Also he's kind of hungry, and his stomach twists silently at the scent and mention of food. ]


We've got delivery service now? [ Said lightly, though he does reach out so she can hand him the food. ]
higginsdrive: (тell мe wнy ιт'll вe good agaιn)

[personal profile] higginsdrive 2016-07-19 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well those of us that didn't go full or mostly china doll might as well help everyone out. [ That's her attempt to make it seem like it's not something special just for Bruce. She doesn't do attachments for a reason, too complicated. Although, the more she seemed to tell herself that, the deeper she got into shit.

She'll help him out by putting the sandwich in his hand, moving a little around the table to make sure he gets it in one piece before putting a plate down directly in front of him. ]
It's nothing too spectacular, but it's food. Plate's right in front of you if you need a break from it. I also brought soup and a cup if you're feeling adventurous.

[ She's almost tempted to leave it at that, but then she'd have Trish yelling at her in her sleep or some other fucked up thing coming back in some cosmic retribution. So she gives a sharp exhale before taking a bite of the second sandwich. She doesn't bother asking how he's feeling or doing. At least not yet, give her a little time to feel out his mood. ]
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[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-07-19 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If you're a human being with feelings, no matter how much you try to suppress them, then you're bound to get attached. Bruce of all people would know, having tried to force himself into a life of complete isolation, only to find out that sooner or later, you're bound to get close to some people.

That's fine, though. A little scary, a little worrisome when he knows he could end up hurting the people around him, but the people he loves are also a source of strength for him. That's not such a bad thing. ]


Thank you. [ He sounds genuine, at least, as he takes a small bite from the sandwich, seconds of silence stretching on between them until he eventually bites the bullet and asks. ] You've been going to see Trish?

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