On The Prowl

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco was a man on a mission. It was a very serious mission of the utmost importance.

Depending on the definitions of "serious", "utmost", and "importance" at least.

There were people on this ship that needed to either be recruited onto Team Have Some Freaking Fun, and there were people who needed to be marked down to be shanghai'd into having fun the next time the Team had a plan. There were also people who he needed to talk to talk to on general principle because they were his friends and what else were friends for?

In other words, Paco was bored and in the mood to socialize.

Denizens of Stacy, beware.

[[OOC: Pick a location! Paco will find your character and socialize!]]

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[craaazyisland]

Steve was slinking through a hallway on the way back to his room.

He couldn't really explain it, but he just felt "off" today, all of a sudden. A little sluggish, a little tired, a little lonely, a little cranky... not that recent events really lent themselves to being cheerful, anyway.

Maybe all he needed was some time to chill out. He would not be so lucky today though.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Nope, not so lucky at all. Paco caught sight of the other teenager from down the hall and moved quickly in his direction.

"Steve! Hey Steve!"

Incoming socialization in five...four...three...

[craaazyisland]

Brace yourself, Steve, here it comes...

And to his credit, Steve did his best not to look completely overwhelmed when Paco arrived. "Hey, Paco," he said a little glumly, and he managed a small wave. "What are you up to?"

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Being social," Paco said breezily, coming to a stop in front of Steve. He cocked his head to the side, frowning a little. "What about you? You look bummed. Doing all right?"

[prettycoolguy]

It's actually pretty common knowledge that if you're looking for the Chief, it's best to look in the places people usually don't go.

That's where he was when Paco found him, anyway, sitting like some kind of bizarre futuristic gargoyle in the shadow of a tree.

With a giant isopod hunkered down by his right leg. Yep. Nothing unusual about that. He'd pretty much given up on getting it to leave him alone, so he'd settle for pretending it wasn't there.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Holy crap what."

He had been approaching with the intention of saying "hi", but that thought had been derailed into "there is a giant spaceroach hanging out with Master Chief, what the hell". Apparently, Stacy could still surprise him sometimes.

"Uh. New pet?"

[prettycoolguy]

"It keeps following me," the Chief answered. This was neither a yes or no, he'd notice.

The bug's antennae waved around in the air, flailing in Paco's general direction. It seemed to be debating on whether to go investigate him or not.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Does it bite?" Paco asked, eyeballing Chief's new friend and inching closer. He wasn't going to hold a hand out for it to sniff -- or whatever it was that spaceroaches did -- if it was going to bite him. As cool as Allen's cyborg-work was, he'd like to keep his remaining body parts firmly attached.

And yes, he did notice that Chief hadn't technically answered his question. Which just made him grin a bit. Some people got alien puppies, Chief got himself an affectionate spaceroach. Why not?

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Empty rooms. That's the problem. There were too many empty rooms on this ship. Too quiet. She wanted to fill them with screams, with music, with grunts as she punched the walls, bed. Anything, everything.

Because they're empty. Because

they're

not coming back.

So it was she was sitting on the Obs Deck, her knees drawn up as she wrapped her arms around them. Kate lightly rested her chin on her knees as she stared out at the Bleed. She wanted do something, she wanted to do nothing.

She wanted... She wanted them *back.*

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Hey Kate."

As much as they'd said "let's be friends" after they'd broken up, the two of them had never really gotten around to it. Sure, they'd hung out in the same areas sometimes, said 'hi' and all that, but they hadn't made an effort to spend time with each other on purpose. There were enough people on board the ship that they could do that without it being obvious or weird.

But now one of her friends from home was dead, poor kid. And Paco had some suspicions about where Tony was right now too -- and the fact that he wasn't here with her right now made him more certain of them. Kate could definitely use a friend right now.

He moved over to where she was sitting and crouched down. After a moment, he held his arms out.

"Want a hug?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She was surprised to see him there. They hadn't really talked much since. Giving each other space. Been a long time since she had spoken with either Brenda or Jaime for that matter.

Kate stared at his arms for a moment, inwardly debating. Ok, no, one friend to another for comfort.

She finally nodded and reached out to hug him back, sniffling a few times.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Definitely a one friend to another hug. And Paco was careful to make sure he didn't hug too hard with his cyborg arm.

"I'm sorry about Cassie," he said. "If you ever want to talk, I'll listen."

It wasn't much, but it was the best he could offer.

[watchwith3hands.livejournal.com]

Rei was the kind of guy that was all about having some fun. For him, being a mystic gaurd of the timeline was more about exploring and having fun then it was saving the universe.

At least, that's what he told people. But lately, he just wasn't feeling up to putting on his happy face and being a happy ray of sunshine.

His current haunt, the place he was coming to avoid the vampire and the timelord, because things were just awkward with those two, (if for different reasons) was the Temples. Not a particular one, he just liked walking around the area. It had a great old, solemn feel to it, and it was a pretty good place to walk his dog.

A place with a solemn feel... even if he didn't think of it in those exact words, he knew that wasn't really like himself.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco generally wasn't one for the Temples, aside from the Norse one he'd helped Mr. Wednesday clear out way back when. But he wasn't going to turn around and run the other direction if he happened to find himself there.

Up ahead, he spotted someone walking one of the alien puppies that had wound up on board the ship and jogged to catch up.

"Hey dude. What's your dog's name?"

[watchwith3hands.livejournal.com]

It took Rei a moment to realize he was being talked to. He'd been so lost in thought that he hadn't really notice anyone else around. That, and he was still having some trouble adjusting to the idea of being a dog owner.

"Oh, um," he said when the words finally sunk in, "this is Fati. She... she's not doing anything wrong, is she? Oh god, tell me you didn't find her trying to eat your plant suit or anything this morning. She just slipped out of my room for half an hour or so when I was still sleeping, but she's such a little monster. Augh, really, I'm so sorry, she terrorizes everything, I'm not even sure how I could repay any damage and..."

He was rambling, but that was fairly normal. Fati flopped over next to his feet and rolled back and forth on the ground. It was cute, but he gave her a look like she was the spawn of Satan, a thing to be feared and kept on a very short, strong leash. She didn't seem to care, though.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Hey, chill," Paco said, holding up his hands and grinning. "If she wants my plantsuit, she's welcome to it. I haven't seen it since I got my hands on some real clothes and figured out how do get clean in the Sensoriums. Hey there, Fati!"

He crouched down and held his hand out for her to sniff.

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie was not an especially cheerful person in the best of times, and right now - after the failed mission to LV-428, the alien parasite infestation, his subsequent freakout in the medbay, the deaths of two of the crewmembers, and his run-in with that psychotic blonde woman in the hallways, on top of his usual dour mindset - he was even less inclined to jollity than normal. He was torn between wanting to seal himself in his Zoid's cockpit to brood and finding someplace where he could punch the everloving crap out of something, an urge he hadn't had in a long, long time.

For now, he settled with standing before the windows of the Obs Deck, staring morosely out at the Bleed, hands folded behind his back.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco had never understood why people would go up and look at the Bleed. It always made his eyeballs want to crawl back further his skull when he did it, and retreating-eyeballs didn't make for good...anything really.

"Hey dude," he said, approaching the other teen. "...Jamie, right?"

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Admittedly, Jamie wasn't looking at the Bleed so much as pretending to be deep in thought, even though said thoughts were mostly along the lines of I hate this stupid multiverse and I want to go home. He turned to regard Paco over one shoulder.

"That's me," he said, trying not to sound too apathetic. "Sorry, I...don't think I ever caught your name."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Renne's not doing much, just acquiring Stacy-goo from the mess hall. He's in a cooking mood, apparently and aside from which, practising his navigation bipedally while holding onto supplies is a good thing to know. Hence, one hand/paw holds a bowl of said Stacy-goo and the other trails carefully along a wall.

Don't mind him, half of his mind is on what he might create as a possible menu.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's...a furry blue thing. Guy? Paco had seen him around before, but hadn't gotten around to making introductions.

Well, no time like the present.

"Hey there. Want some help with that?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee? Hell-loww?"

Now it's the fuzzy thing's turn to be curious. Up perk the big ears and the Renne squeaks out a question of his own. Give him a minute to sniff, listen and pinpoint where you are, Muchacho.

The City

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Jaime'd been pretty hard to find recently. It was almost like he'd been isolating himself on purpose. (He had been).

He was in the city, in the Vatican, still all set up for its fortness. He was laying on a bench, leg dangling off it, staring at the ceiling. His omnicom lay discarded on the floor. He'd been reading some books on it all day and then gotten bored of reading.

Re: The City

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco sat down on the bench behind, leaning forward so that his chin rested on the back of the bench Jaime was using as a bed. Then he leaned over further and poked him.

"Dude. Come with me to find Allen so I can find out if I can have you etch my tattoo back on."

He knew there was Something Going On here, and it was worth investigating. Just not in the Vatican, because the Vatican was way too public for Discussing Feelings In A Manly Fashion.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Okay."

Jaime slowly pulled himself up, picking his omnicom off the floor.

And that was it. Just 'okay.'