#[ IC ] cosmiicheskaya

[mastcrmarksman]

@cosmiicheskaya ⸻ "My, my... You really have a knack for starting trouble..." (from Cosmo!)

Being photographed being fling off the building and twitter starting a hashtag about his pants is one thing. That was embarrassing, horrifying, and absolutely could sour his day. There's a lot of things that could sour his day, but the worst thing of all was embarrassing himself in front of psychic, talking dogs. He loved dogs, his best friend was Lucky the dog.

That's the worst, because who could handle seeing judgement in a mutt's eyes? Even more so when they comment on it?

You really have a knock for starting trouble.... Clint's starting to wonder if he can even help it. He's magnet for trouble and he's pretty sure that he doesn't have any metal in his body leftover from one of his thousands of surgeries he's had to have to put his body back together.

Is this gonna be his reputation for life? Probably, he really should be use to this. The Guardians already think he's like the least lamest avenger. Is Cosmo going to tell Lucky that his person is so uncool? He couldn't live with that. ❝ Futz, I... I... you saw that, didn't you?❞

[phoenixspirits]

Gabriel looks up at the voice, and then down, meeting the gaze of the most recent passenger on board the Buran. His ship might not be a deep-space exploration vessel, but they've seen their fair share of phenomena over the years. A talking dog isn't the weirdest----- no, it's more the fact that Cosmo is a part of Earth's spacefaring HISTORY that tends to blow his mind.

Which means that Gabriel is dragged from his thoughts very effectively, at least. He drags a hand down his face and leans back in his chair.

"I don't think it's a problem even you can solve; unless you've figured out how to bring people back from the dead." His head tilts to the side. "But I appreciate the sentiment."

"Cosmo know that look. It is look of man who has many things on his mind."

Even without probing the captain's surface thoughts, it was as clear as day that @phoenixspirits (Lorca) had something on his mind; something Cosmo would be willing to bet was fairly significant.

He pads over to the captain's desk and hops up on the chair directly across from him.

"Do you need help? Or, you know, Cosmo is very good at keeping secrets. And thinking of plans."

[moved-to-fiercengineer]

When the time permits her, as well as the credits to live do (though she's gotten away on some trading and bartering deals before), the young tryakhean could be found deep in the bellows of her own workshop working on her own personal work in the mix of work. Half finished parts of a few blasters laid upon the work bench table. Tools scattered across every surface with projects all meaning to be worked on eventually. None of which is what she was working on, everything on standby while a project for Cosmo was given priorities.

There looks to be three mechanical arms of different makes amidst all the chaos. One is laid across the small what once must have been a couch but has lost all sense of cushion, and the other two sit upon the second table that's been made into the catch all today for everything.

❝ Ya, here. ❞

She hears the booming bark, but ignores it in favor of the idle work at work. Waiting until the parts for the priority project are found. There's a feeling at the back of her mind which she's come familiar with when the presence of the Earth mammal was near. The tyrakhean kicks at something underneath the workbench which causes for the door to this room to open (a simple switch mechanism to spare her from interrupting work).

Once Cosmo was in the workshop does she look up, eyes immediately drawing to the floating tool belt. ❝ Thank you. ❞ Jaylah remembers to say, she's been working on manners and she does appreciate the fetch quest that Cosmo went through. ❝ Fixable, almost done. ❞ She goes into the tool belt, taking out an assortment of items and starts dissembling one of them to take out a small red battery. This was really all she had been after, but you don't get the battery without the tool and this was the only tool that used this batter. Tool was probably easier to find than the battery, she had figured.

❝ I am not stuck hunched. ❞ Even if she is hunching at this very moment, tightening a few screws. ❝ There. It should be working again. ❞ And better than it had been before, that's why people in Knowhere should seek out Jaylah. She's good at modifying things to be better than they were. Mother always said she had a talent.

The metal walls of the room ricochet Cosmo's bark, making it sound three times as loud, as if six dogs have all barked at once. "@starsbelonged! You are in here?" Cosmo knows she is; he can sense her the way he can sense every being around him, by pushing gently towards their minds until something bounces back, gently enough so as not to break the surface and expose himself to the torrent beneath.

His claws click against the floor as he proceeds further in. A small toolbelt hovers in the air beside him, surrounded by a faint blue-purple hue, trailing his every step.

"Cosmo bring things you were looking for. What is prognosis? Cosmo also think you should take small break; you could get stuck hunched over like this for too long."