I got a new way to live in the storm

[magneticfields]

» 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.

Comments

pool!

[warcried]

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. ]

[magneticfields]

[ Erik glances at the man who just arrived. ]

As much as I would like to avoid contracting typhoid, I may have to. Whatever is clogging the drain has to be cleared. This thing is a breeding ground for infection.

[ He's not exactly rushing in. This is going to be disgusting.]

[warcried]

[ oh, so he's planning to clear it somehow? he's not sure how he's going to do it without tools, but he has a feeling it has something to do with the pose revan found him in. ]

Maybe I can help with that, then.

[ he takes a moment to glance around the room--it's big enough to make this doable, he thinks--before his glance returns to the pool itself. for a few moments, there's nothing, just the slight twitch of his fingers against his outer thighs. but then the water starts moving-- just a little at first, beginning to sluggishly swirl in the center. it quickly becomes a whirlpool, then grows into a column of filthy water, spinning like a miniature, contained tornado, which grows as it takes more and more of the dirty water, spreading thinly overhead.

eventually, revan is finished, and there's no more than a few inches of water remaining in the deep end of the pool, where the column of water continues to gently spin. he glances aside at erik, then, hand spreading in invitation, lips quirking up. ] Be my guest.

[magneticfields]

[ Erik watches as the man somehow turns all the water in the pool into some fetid cyclone. It's impressive, though disgusting. He picks up his meager bag of hand tools and climbs down into the pool. Which is still damp and slimy but at least he isn't diving into muck. The drain is easy to find. The wads of muck give way easily to his flathead screwdriver, but there's a lot of it. And there still may be tougher things under that. He glances up at the water still circling above his head, then back at the man. ]

How long can you keep that up? And be honest. If you're trying to impress me: I'll be far more impressed if I don't end up suddenly at the bottom of all of that.

[warcried]

[ revan chuckles, easing himself down on the edge of the pool, apparently unconcerned. ] No offense, but I don't know you well enough to want to impress you yet. [ a pause, rubbing his bearded chin thoughtfully. ] Something like this I can keep up indefinitely, though. [ it doesn't really require much concentration now that he has it in the form he wants it.

his glance lifts to meet erik's, something in the dark-eyed gaze strangely heavy, though also very interested. ]

--What is it you were doing a few minutes ago? Before I joined you, I mean.

[magneticfields]

Some people just want to be impressive, no matter the audience.

[ It's not as if he's never been confronted with a showoff the moment he's met them. But it's good to know he's not about to get drenched by surprise. He keeps digging unidentified sludge out of the drain. Some of it looks a lot like hair.

Disgusting. ]

Trying to figure out how to do this without contracting some kind of infection. So thanks for solving that problem. How are you doing that, anyway. [ He glances up again. Is that a... mask? Swirling in the water? ] Are you manipulating gravity somehow? It can't be some kind of infinitesimal black hole, that would attract more than just the water.

[warcried]

[ that was a deflection if ever he's heard one-- but if the other man doesn't want to discuss it, well, revan understands. he lets it go, instead giving him a sympathetic glance as he starts digging out sludge. he definitely doesn't envy him the job-- by comparison, what revan's doing is easy.

the question earns a thoughtful noise, revan's glance lifting to the water briefly as he considers how to explain it. ]

It's a type of.. telekinesis, if you're familiar. [ he shifts, lifting a hand to push his hair back behind his ear. ] Where I'm from, some people are born with a connection to a.. kind of energy source, I suppose. In my time, we're usually taken from our families to be trained in its responsible use. [ his glance back down at erik is dry, a little bitter around the edges. ] It gives us a number of abilities, though obviously everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses.

[magneticfields]

[ Erik listens as Revan describes how he's doing what he's doing. The drain doesn't actually require that much focus, but it's a way to keep his expression somewhat concealed.

Oh. Gross. Hair. ]

They take the children from their families?

[ One could argue that's what Charles does, though from Revan's tone Erik is fairly certain the situation he's describing is a bit more complicated. ]

Where I'm from that tends to cause more problems than it solves.

[warcried]

It's a system that's been in place for thousands of years, so it.. works because it's what people know.

[ it's a great honor, isn't it? to give a child to the jedi order, to be jedi. kriff, revan hates how much he hates it now. standing on the outside like he does now, he can see how problematic it is, and also see that there's no good solution short of breaking the order down to its very base parts and beginning again. ]

.. Their reasons are-- they make sense, given our abilities and what they're trying to do with them. Jedi aren't supposed to have strong emotional attachments; they should be.. serene, impersonal. They're peacekeepers. [ he draws a knee up to his chest, curling his arms loosely around it. ] I left it. It's not.. me anymore.

[magneticfields]

You left because you're not a peacekeeper anymore? That's reassuring.

[ He drawls dryly. With any luck the people he's no longer keeping the peace for won't show up. He finishes unclogging the drain. ]

You think you could take some of that water, maybe a quart or so, and run it down the drain? [ He gestures with the screwdriver. ] I'd like to see if I got it all.

[ He stands and steps back as he's talking, pulling a rag out of his pocket to wipe his hands with. ]

You know. A friend of mine once told me that true focus lies between rage and serenity. It sounds like your Jedi would not agree.

[warcried]

Our philosophies differed too much. [ which he's sure doesn't mean much to someone who wasn't raised in the order, or at least around the order.

the request earns a small flick of his fingers, though, helping him divide his attention as a second, smaller tornado breaks off from the first, trash separating itself out. it snakes toward the drain, pushing its way down and dislodging additional debris as it goes.

in the meantime, revan's glance flicks to erik again, faintly surprised in spite of himself. ] .. No, the Jedi would very much disagree with that. It's.. not so different from what I believe, though, balancing myself and my abilities between light and darkness, peace and passion.

[magneticfields]

[ That's a familiar tale. ]

If your philosophy is not in favor of tearing children away from their parents, I have to say I'm more inclined to agree with you. For what that's worth.

[ He watches as the water makes it way down the drain, and curses softly under his breath. It didn't drain fast enough. He sighs and gets back to work, rolling up his sleeve to try to keep it relatively clean as he reaches deeper into the drain. ]

The first time he said that to me, I thought it was complete nonsense. Not least of all because I thought that I needed to be angry to do anything. Not that it was difficult, I was angry all the time.

[ He still is, to be perfectly honest. But the fire at this point was more of a smoldering hot coal situation than the raging inferno of his youth. ]

It is easier to keep my wits about me when I don't let it take over.

[ It's so much easier to say these things to this complete stranger than it is to say it to Charles himself. Erik puts that thought aside. Probably forever. ]