Don't rock the boat

[likedillinger]

Characters: Dean Winchester, the crew of the Enterprise II, and all Jedi & company seeking passage to Mon Cal
Location: IN SPACE. On the Enterprise II.
Planet: From Coruscant > Mon Cal
When: Yesterday through the next couple days
What: Living out the soap opera that is their lives
Rating: ... Let's go with PG-13 - R to be safe

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DAY 1 (MON) | COR. DOCKING BAY | OPEN

[likedillinger]

[ Dean's outside the ship doing some last minute checks over his baby while he waits for all you idiots to assemble. He looks grumpy as hell, because this is already not going how he'd planned.

He has a bad feeling about this. :( ]

[yodaknowswhat]

[Andrew is offended by the Enterprise II's very existence. For one... It's not the Enterprise, bears no resemblance to the Enterprise. And Dean Winchester is neither Archer, Kirk, nor Picard, so fuck you very much.

So yes, Dean, you get the judgey nerd glare. It doesn't really... Help that Dean was rude about Spike's bloodsucking little problem. You have earned his impotent rage, Dean. FEAR.

FEEEEAR.]

[slayerdom]

[ You know what Andrew's impotent rage resembles? Constipation. Buffy is just fixing him with an eugh look for a minute before suggesting; ] Do you maybe wanna hit the bathroom before we take off? 'Cause we've got time. All kinds of time. Acres of time.

[yodaknowswhat]

[RUDE, BUFFY. RUDE. Andrew doesn't actually dignify that with a response.]

Is this a good idea... I mean... Can we trust them? H-how do we know he's not dating his cousin and plays the banjo?

DAY/NIGHT 1 (MON) | HALLWAYS | OPEN

[incaution]

[With everyone on board and the possibility of tempers and emotions running high, Jo's taken to stalking the halls of the ship on a regular basis. She's got a blaster clipped to her hip and an anxious look on her face as she makes the rounds.

If anyone asks, though, she's going to say she's just doing the spaceship equivalent of mall walking. Jo Harvelle doesn't get nervous over possible fights :|

Really.]

[imnot_likeyou]

[is just ... wandering. Being cooped up in his room the whole trip was not going to happen and this is his first off planet trip. he's a little too excited to sit still.

Yes, he's an oversized five year-old on the inside. Don't judge him.

so this is him heading towards you with a smile, Jo]

Hey.

[incaution]

[She offers him a wave and a smile, entirely amused by the fact that excitement is rolling off of him in waves. It's pretty nice to see him not have to worry about all the crap he does back home, and be able to just enjoy things like this, so her amused smile turns into a much more warm and content one.]

Hey yourself. Having fun yet?

[imnot_likeyou]

[shrugs a bit as he slows to a stop in front of her]

This is all pretty cool. And Dean hasn't killed anyone yet, or vice versa, so I think so far so good.

NIGHT 2 (TUES) | BAR | OPEN

[slayerdom]

[ Buffy is seated on a couch in the bar room, her feet kicked up on the armrest as she lounges back. She's got darts in her one hand that she's throwing at the board with scary accuracy, and the other is munching on whatever weird spacey snack food was lying around. It's an exciting life.

And because she's on 24/7 babysitting duty, it's safe to say that Spike is around nearby somewhere too. No1curr.

At this point, she's growing pretty damn restless being stuck on the ship for so long. It didn't occur to her that she needed room, but boy does she ever. Usually she has patrol to get out that restlessness. Instead she just gets to be twitchy and more repressed than usual. ]

[initiative]

[This was turning out to a less than the ideal getaway that Buffy had sold it to be. Riley was only able to take doses of Spike in moderation. To his credit though, he'd yet to do anything to antagonize the vampire outright (or, react to anything that might have come off as weird possessive-ness over Buffy on Spike's end ... which was pretty much everything Spike did ever, so it's a big accomplishment ok). Mostly, he just pretended Spike wasn't there, though he'd make sure to acknowledge him if Spike addressed him directly. See, he is trying to be supportive boyfriend. >(]

You're not really going to finish the whole box of those, are you?

[No doubt referring to her choice of space snacks. It didn't help that she was currently playing the part of bump on a log either]

[slayerdom]

[ Spoiler: Riley is Buffy's pillow right now. Her back is leaning against his shoulder as she throws the last dart she has. In theory, she could go pull them out and play again, but ... yeah. Not so much with the moving. She leans back to lay across his lap, holding the box of snack food up for him as if his comment was just ... that he wants some. ]

I'm entertaining the possibility, but no decisions have been made. [ She finishes off a handful and shrugs. ] If you wanted some, you could have just said so. [ But, then she lasers into that look and realizes he more means ... she's being a lazy bum. So, she sighs. ]

I'm doing the bored-eating thing again, aren't I? [ She pouts a little and then sits up, pulling herself into his lap and setting the snack food aside. She really needs an intervention. ] It's just -- I feel like I'm going crazy locked up in here. And I know that the not being locked up in here alternative is way worse what with the whole lack of atmosphere suffocatey thing, but -- [ She huffs. Space travel

[breakmychest]

[Spike did not sign up for cutesy coupley time. That much is obvious from the way he's drinking steadily and trying not to hurl. Also the dirty looks he keeps shooting Riley.

Still, he's not going to let them forget he's there. Especially not when it's a topic he's got opinions on. He ambles over and picks up Buffy's snack box for himself.]

They never show the boring traveling part, just the battles and nifty special effects. Space is big. Takes a while to get places.

NIGHT 1 (MON) / KITCHEN / OPEN

[intuitivelyapt]

[Who loves eating? Sylar does. He may be feasting on some of the baked goods the scoobies donated to this trip. He may also be taking this eating-out-his-feelings time to spy on them and see if any of them have ~powers~ worth taking.

Besides the vampire with a soul. Voms. Who would want to touch that hot mess?]

[incaution]

[Jo's here to get a little midnight snack for her and Dean. So she's in some kind of little shorts and tank top pajamas or something, and isn't expecting to run into anyone at night, so when she sees Sylar standing in the kitchen, she freezes and stares. Wow she's under dressed for this encounter.

And then saunters in like she owns the place and is dressed in normal clothes. She goes over to start collecting some food to bring back with her.]

Careful, they might've poisoned some of that.

[A joke, mostly. But at least if he dies, she'll know for sure if she was right.]

[intuitivelyapt]

[Actually he wouldn't because he's a regen now so suck his dick Jo. X(

Anyway if this was an anime sexychan Jo would be giving him a nosebleed now. But as it is, he remains calm and composed.]

If it is, I should be dead by now.

[incaution]

Some poisons take time to set in. They're gonna give you the runs and make you throw up, sometimes bleed out the mouth. Then you go. [Yeah, she really enjoys conversations like this.]

DAY 2 (TUES) | DAY | ARMORY

[likedillinger]

[ This room's locked with a keycode from any non-crew, but right now the door's open and Dean's visible sitting on a little stool there, dismantling and reassembling a blaster.

Enter at your own risk 8| ]

[glowyball]

[Somewhere on the ship, Dawn's managed to find one of Jo's blasters. It probably was from in that locked closet Dawn forced her way into yesterday. Oops. Bad key.

She's making her way down the hallway, firing off fake blaster noises.

And then she actually pulls the trigger and it fires. Dawn just stares, horrified, at the hole she managed to make in the wall. And then slowly pans her head over, to the open door where Dean is sitting.]

I thought the safety was on?

[likedillinger]

[Dean's head turns slowly in her direction, registering the scorch marks on the wall out in the hall, and then the teenage girl holding a heavily modified blaster in hand, looking guilty as shit.

Something in his forehead tics and he's too angry to speak for a second. Instead he darts off his stool and marches right towards her to snatch the thing out of her hand, and then point at her accusingly.]

This is not a freaking toy!

[glowyball]

[Her eyes go wider and she nods, looking more and more guilty by the second.]

I was bored, I wasn't exactly thinking clearly. But, I know they're not. Or at least, I should, and I normally do, since hello, I live with Buffy! But...

[She finally braves herself to look up at him.]

It was an accident. I can try to patch up the hole!