(OPEN) they're studying business i study the floor.

[oorah]

» WHO? frank, max & YOU
» WHEN? may from today on
» WHERE? throughout the station
» WHAT? mEET your fiRST spACE DOG REverie!!!
» WARNINGS? adorable pitbull & his crazy human (probably a lot of paranoia discussed)

» BACK TO THE START

[ a day after the mysterious roster appears, frank is waking up to another surprise in his quarters on deck 6. a dog he hasn't seen in almost two years, but one he would recognize anywhere, even in space. anyone who lives near room 19 might hear a dog barking happily before frank decides to make his way out into the station at large and take his chances. ]

Not cool, Max. You blew my cover.

[ it's not that serious really. he's starting to get to know people on the station and he believes on some level that they're all in this together. one rotten apple could still spoil the bunch, but he hasn't seen anyone truly rotten just yet. he has been monitoring the posts on the network closely though, and there have been... a few interesting responses, to say the least. catch these two doges on the way to the mess hall followed by the observation deck (basically anywhere you please!!!) max walks alongside frank dutifully without a leash, but he eyes anyone who comes towards them with a wary look, a low warning growl issuing from his muzzle. ]

Easy, boy, you're okay. [ frank puts a hand on max's head to try and get him to calm down. ]

» MESS HALL

[ those who have ever seen frank take a meal have never observed the type of focus he's exhibiting now as he punches in specifications for his dog's meal into the fabricator he's most partial to. he's basically the equivalent of the old lady who eats cat food except he'd make max a steak and then eat a packet of tuna okay. once he has their meals calibrated, he makes his way to the far end of the dining hall where he sets max's tray on the ground for him to eat off of and sits at the edge of the table himself to drink his coffee and watch over his companion, hoping space doesn't make him sick. every few minutes, he strokes a hand down the dog's spine gently, looking on with open concern though he usually goes out of his way to hide his feelings from people in this place. (it's not very successful...)

on the approach, max seems unconcerned with people if they sit quickly across from frank in a non-threatening manner. however, if they hover he'll look up from his food and do his warning growl again. ]

I just woke up and he was in my room. [ frank will tell anyone happening by. he sounds bewildered and worried, but also... happy. ] I wonder if they make magboots in his size.

» OBSERVATION DECK

[ frank has settled some after receiving his dog (and knife) and he's sitting by the windows so max can get a good look. the dog presses his face nearly to the glass, fogging up the area he's standing at while he watches over the planet with a seriousness only afforded to working breeds. he would much rather protect this strange collection of odd-smelling humans than the irish mafia in hell's kitchen any day. bring it on, his expression seems to say.

for his part, the ex-marine has his newly acquired knife out and is painstakingly ripping the stitches on his right palm so he can pull them out without injuring himself further. he flexes his hand once he's done and looks up briefly at whomever he might be sharing the deck with before addressing the dog again. ] How do you like that, Max? First rescue dog in space.

» OUT ON THE STREETS

[ on the way back to their room, max gets away from frank, clearly thinking it's a game. the pit hops onto an elevator with someone who either doesn't listen to frank's warnings to hold it or simply don't have time before the doors close. either way you are now accompanied by a stocky, brown dog with a white chest and a smile in his big, brown eyes for the duration of your elevator ride.

once the elevator lets off, it's max's time to go exploring without his overbearing dad breathing down his neck!! stop cramping his style, frank!! he will be found in corridors mostly, sniffing around at the empty casings or people's boots. some people he finds more interesting than others, of course. maybe he refuses to drop your scent, nose pressed to the side of your shoe insistently. TELL HIM YOUR INTENTIONS OR ELSE.

he will eventually make it back to deck six and frank himself, but you're also welcome to try and find his owner, or just play a game of tag with him. once he feels comfortable around someone (this will go quicker for women/girls and generally non-threatening individuals) he'll tap his wet nose against your arm and then run off, expecting to be pursued. ]

» CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[ feel free to run into dog + man or just dog in any location you please and write your own starter if nothing pings you here! happy to roll with anything :) ]

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[oorah]

[ he lifts an eyebrow like he really doesn't believe her, but then he's unwinding his hands to pat max's head anyway. ] Good boy. [ a murmur, but definitely loud enough for her to hear. he takes a few steps towards her and max immediately slots in at his side, turning to face his new friend again with a big doggy smile. ]

Don't listen to her, Max, she's a troublemaker. And a Gryffindor. [ surprise max is a huff too you're outnumbered girl ]

[creatio]

Oh.

( That's fighting talk, Frank. )

I have caused zero trouble since I got here. I'm pretty much an angel. ( Maybe literally, if you take into account her blood. ) Can't we just be like Harry and Cedric and work together?

( Nobody dies though. )

[oorah]

[ u g h JUSTICE 4 CEDRIC DIGGORY ]

Because that ended so well for that guy. [ he tips his head though, bemusement plain for her to see. ] Alright, protag, what's your brilliant plan?

[ this is where she learns that if she says jump frank will already be half-off the cliff before she can clarify how high ]

[creatio]

( Clarify. Ha. )

It's cool, if Voldemort turns up then I'll protect you. I'm nice like that. ( She can't stop grinning, gaze flicking from Frank to Max and back again. ) When did you get a dog and does he need a babysitter? Or like, a dog aunt? Can I be dog aunt? I always wanted a dog, and I was never allowed.

( P a u s e. )

Though now I'm mad his name isn't Padfoot. C'mon, Frank!

[oorah]

Oh you will, will you?

[ he has to take it as a joke, because he's not worth protecting. she is though so he's not going anywhere any time soon. ]

Maybe start at dog friend and work your way up. [ that's a yes btw. he's not even justifying padfoot with a response. gryffindors!!!!! ]

[creatio]

Yeah, I'm tougher than I look. Plus I know my way around a sword.

( She winks at him, over the top and ridiculous. It's the truth, but without all the sharp edges. She doesn't want to be that angry, bitter girl. )

We totally rode an elevator together! We're close friends at least. ( To Max. ) I will share my sandwiches with you, love me.

[oorah]

[ a sword... of course. he thinks of the knife strapped to his ankle suddenly, waiting out her cute moment with max. the dog sits back and looks to her expectantly. sandwich?? yes please. ]

Did you get anything back? [ he knows she was concerned for her stuff before, and odds are looking better and better on this being someone's idea of a fucked up social experiment. if she got a weapon he wants to know about it. ]

[creatio]

Not yet.

( For a moment there's a wavering vulnerability in her voice. Can she still be a Shadowhunter here? But Clary's always been more fire than anything. Even if she ends up normal, ends up Mundane, she'll keep fighting. )

Is that how you got the dog? I've heard people are finding stuff all over.

( Crouching to rub Max on the head. )

Though you're still the cutest.

[oorah]

[ his expression softens at the praise for max, who of course leans into the attention. ]

Just woke up and he was here. Got my knife too.

[ so you can see how he thought she might get her sword. bummer. ]

[creatio]

I don't know how it works. Maybe it's random.

( Cuddling Max is easy. It helps her think less. )

I wish I knew what I'd have to do though.

( It isn't the sword that worries her, it's the stele. She can't tap into her power without that. Frank doesn't need to know the particulars though, so Clary's aiming her smile his way. )

I'm really glad. It helps, right?

[oorah]

[ his expression turns vulnerable, some layers of veneer that hold it strong crumbling under her inquiry. it helps, right? he swallows, then shrugs, looking every bit as helpless as he feels for a whole beat of a moment before he attempts (to moderate success) to cover it over again. ]

Yeah. Sure.

[creatio]

( It's pretty easy to drop a kiss to Max's head before she rises. Clary's figure is lose, but there's a keenness in her eyes when she looks over at him. )

You know, if you ever need to talk --.

( A pause, Clary's fingers twitching like she's not sure what to do with her hands. )

My uh -- he's not my dad, but he's as close as. He's a cop. And he's been through some shit. So I get when that stuff becomes too much.

[oorah]

[ oh shit why is this getting real. can't we go back to looking at the cute dog. frank shakes his head to clear it, hating that he made her worry about him. her cop-dad is a real person and he isn't and here she is -- offering something he can't accept. but he wants to. there's no one he can talk plainly with here except karen and that's become... complicated. ]

Thanks. [ it's sincere despite the dismissive tone. these people are already meaning something to him and he wishes he could stop it. ] Same to you, you know.

[ he's looking at max to save himself further mortification. he always had been a much better listener than talker, though. ]

[creatio]

Yeah.

( She shrugs lightly, she knows all about ignoring her feelings. )

I might have to borrow your dog a couple of times? If just for the epic cuddling. But I just -- we're kind of all lost in space right now, and maybe some people aren't as used to the strange and unusual so you know, I'm here. If only for an in depth discussion about racism in the wizarding world and how I refuse to believe Snape is a hero.

[oorah]

[ it makes him want to laugh... and cry, but he's used to tamping down on that urge. a near-silent amused huff exits his lips anyway. ]

Stop giving me so much to unpack. [ another thing he reALLY sucks at. but there is one thing he can offer her- ] Max is available for sleepovers, I'll check his calendar and get back to you.

And Snape is a monster. You won't get any argument on that from me.

[ there is something he keeps glossing over though. something they probably actually should unpack. ]

Unusual how?

[creatio]

Well, space.

( Duh. But Clary's watching him again, fidgeting with the ends of her jumpsuit cuffs. She knows she should keep the whole Shadowhunter thing on the downlow, because most people will probably think she's a crazy girl. But there are people with wings, and aliens, and general weirdness so maybe it's not such a bad idea. )

This isn't the first time I've been sent somewhere new. Although, usually it's more ... magic than sci-fi abduction.

( Ha, ha. She's totally not crazy. )

I'm just used to being able to fight my way out. ( Glancing around the corridor. ) Not much to hit, here. So I get it. If people are feeling a little stressed out. ( Especially you, Mr. Army Man. )

[oorah]

[ he just nods, knowing there's more to it. and then she's talking about magic. something that would have been a lot more far-fetched before he'd watched a ninja brawl in his backyard or roomed next to a witch from some fantasy novel in space. in other words: clary you're fine and totally not even close to the craziest person here. ]

That's all I've ever done, huh? Fight and brawl until I couldn't brawl anymore. Sometimes fighting is about working together to survive until we can stick a sword in something.

[ yes he thinks you're cool doN'T MAKE A THING OUT OF IT HERMione ]

I've seen a lot of fucked up shit that doesn't make any sense, alright, lady? Magic doesn't even register.

[creatio]

Yeah, you're right.

( She huffs out a breath, blowing her hair from her eyes. The thing that's bothering her the most is the time in between fighting. She's been trying to survive for so long now, having actual, honest to god free time is driving her a little crazy. She can't even sleep it off, because every time she does she sees the blood seeping across Lake Lyn's shore. )

Do you find it hard? Just living here? Because so far it seems like there's not much we can do beyond wander the floors and maybe hear some creepy screaming once in a while. I don't even know what kind of hobbies people have in space.

[oorah]

[ frank finds everything hard, but he doesn't say that of course. or that his only hobby back home had been murder. it's made adjusting to life on reverie... challenging, to say the least, even if he's happy to have his [dog] friend back. ]

I'm planning to go completely insane by Friday if you wanna join in.

[creatio]

Hey, that sounds great!

( It makes her laugh, nose crinkling. )

I'll pencil it in to my schedule. Can we do it in between bout one and two of existential space dread?

[oorah]

[ he smiles blandly like they're scheduling a lunch, holding up his hand in an OK symbol. ]

Wouldn't miss it.

[creatio]

Awesome. Well, I'm going to hit the space treadmill now. But if Max needs to hang out with his future favourite aunt, just give me a call.

( Gotta work on leg day, even in the middle of nowhere. Especially because she doesn't have her runes. )

Nobody wants noodle legs, right?

[oorah]

[ he gives a good-natured eyeroll even while tipping his head in an agreement of sorts. ]

Good luck with that. [ frank hates cardio, so much. but he will keep walking max around the station until they're both too tired to walk anymore in compromise, okay?? ] See you around, Gryff.