reverielogs | I got a new way to live in the storm

» WHO? ~~Magneto~~ Henryk Gurszky & YOU (three open prompts, two closed)
» WHEN? Month of May, after the initial arrival
» WHERE? Various locations around the station
» WHAT? Some things Erik will be doing around the station during the month that your character can get involved with if it sounds interesting.
» WARNINGS? None now, and don't expect to need any. If shit gets weird I'll edit this to reflect that.

Who's gonna steam up all your dance halls (Pool Cleaning) Open

[ Erik stands at the edge of the pool, regarding the stagnant, stinky depths with undisguised disgust. He has a small bag of hand tools, mostly scavenged but a few he made out of scraps, on the floor at his feet. At the moment, it appears that he isn't doing anything, just lifting his hand at a slight angle and staring at the pool. He's searching the drainage system, making sure all the parts are able to move, and identifying where the blockages are.

This is going to be disgusting. ]

Who'll put your lilies in a vase (Door Opening) Open

[ After the conversation in the mess hall with Hermione, Erik wastes no time in finding the door she described on Deck 4. It's just as she said: locked tight. And a window revealing some kind of control room. It doesn't look big enough to be the main control room for the station, at least by Erik's estimation. Perhaps it's some kind of satellite location*. This should make it different from the other doors, again in Erik's estimation. So he sets to trying to pick the lock.

His hand hovers over the lock, fingers moving as he tries to find the tumblers and direct them in the right direction. He grits his teeth. This is harder than he expected. ]

When all the good men have had all their daughters (Playing Chess) Open

[ All work and no play, or whatever. He has downtime sometimes and doesn't sleep much. So when the mess hall is empty he carefully marks a chess board on one of the tables. Not too big, just big enough for two people to sit across from each other and play. The squares are marked by being either much shinier than the rest of the table, or much more matte. For the pieces he takes a couple place settings of silverware and makes them into hollow pieces just big enough to tell what they are. And magnetizes them so they don't float away.

This might be hard to explain if anybody really tries to press him on it. But stranger things have already happened on the station, so he's hoping anybody who notices just takes it in stride. He looks up when somebody else enters the mess, not smiling but his expression softer than usual. Also he's wearing his new casual clothes: a red plaid flannel shirt over a white tshirt and jeans. It's the small things that keep you going. ]

Fancy a game?

All the other men have fallen in with daisies (Roommate Meeting) Closed to Hawkeye

[ He returns to his room eventually. With a peace offering of a bottle of whiskey that's slightly less terrible than the rest of the bar stock. His reaction to Hawkeye's makeshift clinic wasn't the best, and now that there is a facility somewhere else for that sort of thing he feels the need to try to ease the tension somewhat. Luckily, Hawkeye seems like the sort of man for whom a bottle of liquor goes a long way on that front. ]

So what do you think about this roster business? Can't say I'm terribly impressed.

Well I don't wanna be the last one standing (Mutant Meeting) Closed to Rogue, Pietro, and Tommy

[ He might not know what all the acronyms and emoticons mean yet, but he has figured out how to send a private group text. Be proud of him, Steve. ]

Come to my quarters as soon as possible. We need to talk.

I don't wanna reach the bitter end (Wildcard)

[ Anything else you want to do with this guy that I haven't provided a prompt for? Go wild! Feel free to hit me up on

Barbeauxbot if you want to brainstorm first. ]

*Heh.

Threaded | Flat

Do you mean that literally?

[ "As soon as possible." Because, look. ]

I will be there in a few minutes.

You're not thinking of diving into that, are you?

[ a smallish man with shoulder-length dark hair steps up next to erik, expression gently interested, glancing to his lifted hand. it's.. pretty apparent that he's not actually planning to swim in the murky water, but he's not quite sure what he is doing.

the hand gesture is a little familiar, though, as is the look of concentration on the stranger's face. it reminds him a bit of students in the temples, but he has no sense of the force in this man. very curious. ]

[Karen's only here to get some coffee. Or what passes as coffee at the mess hall, anyway. She's been up for way too long working on lists of incidents around the station, and she needs the caffeine to keep going. But there's definitely something to be said about all work and no play, because his invitation definitely is appealing. It's the sight of actual clothes that get her to stop and look him over long enough to hear his question.]

You look good.

[Much more relaxed than the last time she saw him, that's for sure. So she gives him a smile and a nod, slipping into the chair across from him.]

How did you manage to make this?

[For as much of the station as she's explored, Diana can confidently say that she is no closer to unlocking any of the mysteries--or doors--that have presented themselves. People hallucinating from the food, hearing screaming in the walls, finding things crawling beneath their skin... it's all a little much all at once, even for her. She's spent a day or two just trying to acclimate herself, to find quiet spaces where she can stop and think about what to do.

At this time, the mess hall is usually one of those places. But she is not alone, something that both relieves her and makes her a little anxious. At least seeing who it is makes the former takes precedent, and she offers a smile, eyeing the makeshift board. The layout is familiar to her, if the pieces are not.]

I would, but a game of what?

[ She may have arrived fashionably late but she picks up the gist quick enough to compensate, she thinks. Abduction. Space. Perpetrators unknown. As long as it's not aliens, she can keep from losing her mind, maybe. Parts of this, she's kind of used to, and everyone she's met so far has been in some way remarkable, "other" -- mutant. She'd go ahead and assume some Twilight Zone shit, that she's one of several mutant rats in an elaborate maze to be observed for research or entertainment, except humans really aren't that subtle. If you're gonna experiment on a mutant, that mutant's gonna know about it. Half the point is gloating.

Without resources and likely to shoot someone with the loose screw she's carrying in her palm, Lorna gives herself the task of trying door after door on deck after deck. It gives her an outlet for her anger, wrenching at them waves of magnetism, even if they whine at worst and the only ones that crinkle or budge lead to dead end supply closets. At the same time, she starts to get the lay of the place, so it's not a total waste of time.

When she hits deck four, it's no skin off her nose to crashing someone else's coping-slash-snooping time. Lorna scans the inside of the room through the glass as she approaches him, having already clocked from a distance that he's favoring finesse where her technique is force. Because no glowy green stuff around his hands. ] What's in there?

[ Hopefully by 'as soon as possible', Erik meant within a few hours, because it certainly took as long for Rogue to finish her workout, get cleaned up, and grab something vaguely resembling a protein shake from the mess hall. (Very vaguely.) So two hours later, she's standing at his door, giving a good knock before taking a sip of the awful drink.

He might catch her making a face at it if he's lucky. ]

mutant meeting

pool!

Chess

chess

a DOORS song here

mutant things, a million years late with no starbucks