#👁the tales of two captains

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

“Yep, all sisters. I’m only a few years older then them, so I got to grow up and try to be a good older brother. Though my sisters are more of the rough and tumble type, it was fun but nowadays I don’t see them too often and it’s not just because of this job. Since one works in a theatre and the other is a lawyer.” He thinks fondly of his sisters, as he’s glad to not really talk about his parents.

At the next question Curly deflates slightly and he hesitates to continue speaking. “It was something.”

[Roll - 18] He might as well continue, it’s not like he can’t trust Pumpkin. “It was a big change, my parents wanted me to get out of Australia as it’s quite small compared to a few other places. So if I went to a high school in a different country it could lead to a better chance in a college in the same country and to eventually a job that lead to making a lot of money.”

“I don’t fault my parents for doing it, since I got to see the world a bit and meet a lot of new people!” He offers a nervous smile.

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[eggmarr]

a day of mourning

pairings: pantalone, arlecchino, childe x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of alcohol/consumption of alcohol, working with kids, aggressive behavior from a man, cass writes childe again when they know they can’t write childe

a/n: i was up very late finishing writing this on call w/ a friend and i am very much sleep deprived. we read tarot cards for our self ships and i got distracted. ik i still have two more event requests…but harbinger video 👁👁

“Detestable.”

A hand comes to rest on Dottore’s shoulder, indigo gems embedded in silver that glint in the ballroom light. The Regrator smirks at his fellow harbinger’s discomfort, inclining his head to the floor below of glitz and glamor.

“A great many things in this world are. But tonight,” He flourishes, winking at a nearby group of lingering women. “We have a captive audience, and a script to follow.”

The others are already mingling along; The Captain and The Puppet, The Knave and the Maiden, all those fools with masks of their own in this mock of a wake.

(If only Rosalyne could see us now.)

(I - as a visitor from afar.)

Your outfit seems ill-fitting in comparison to the fine silks and bespoke suits scattered around the ballroom. Silently sipping on a glass of champagne (that surely costs more than your yearly salary), you find the nightly snowfall outside the windows more entertaining than the poor soul trying to chat you up.

Admittedly, you feel a bit bad for tuning him out for so long - but when you start a conversation about money with probably one of the least-rich people in the room, it’s kind of anticipated. His tangent about work has gone on for so long, you’re starting to miss your own work. And bed. Archons above, it’s cold here.

“That uh, that sounds interesting!” You finally interrupt, stopping him quick before he gets into his grievances with lukewarm water on his many travels. “Unfortunately, it seems that someone else is calling for me, so….have a good day!”

Your steps are frantic as he tries to follow your movements in his stupor, nearly catching your wrist when-

“Oh? What’s this, hm?”

Black, elegantly crafted gloves enter your vision, a gentle yet freezing hand on each of your shoulders. The voice behind you is close, almost deceptively charming. The man in front of you almost blends in with the snow outside at how pale he turns.

“M- My lord, I-“

The voice tuts disapprovingly.

“The Fair Lady would disapprove of such behavior, especially coming from one of her subordinates, no?” You brace yourself when a hand drifts across to your drink, lifting the bubbling amber out of your fingers with little resistance. “Remember your lady with the dignity and grace she carried in life.”

The Regrator steps into his spotlight, ready for a show.

“Fire and ice still burn, you know.”

It comes to your realization that the man in front of you wears the traditional mourning black, with a differing charm at his suit to signify his allegiance to Lady Signora.

It also comes to your realization, as the man slinks away and another takes his place, that your “savior” is at an entirely different level than the opulence that decorates the halls.

He takes your hand gently, the long-forgotten cup of champagne already gone in favor of your knuckles to his lips. The rings on his fingers shine, pale silver and aubergine against his midnight black and blue suit.

“It seems we have yet to be acquainted.”

Your words are tentative, step by step as you peer into the newfound abyss that grins so strangely at you.

“Well….I can fix that.”

May the Tsaritsa save your soul.

(II - as an ever-loyal servant.)

The children at your feet beg for more stories, more tales of faraway lands and endless oceans where the sun is everlasting. You laugh at their enthusiasm in their tiny suits and little skirts.

“Settle down, now.” Your eyes travel from each eager face, unable to suppress your own grin. “First, I want you all to go get something to eat, alright? It’s quite late, and I know you’re all a bit bored.”

Their heads nod in unison. So cute!

“Pair up, and be polite!” You call after their scuttling shoes and bubbly giggles.

A new pair of shoes enters your vision, ruby-jeweled and black and white heels that automatically make you drop to a bow.

“My lady, I-“

“It is no fault of yours for dealing with rambunctious children. Rise.”

Before you can blink, you’re eye-to-eye with Lady Arlecchino, red-crossed pupils studying your face curiously. You squirm under her scrutiny, but stand your ground in front of the harbinger you swore allegiance to so many years ago.

“I’m not familiar with you.”

The statement is blasé, bitingly plain and a shot through your pride as a servant of Arlecchino. “Not many people choose to seek those who busy themselves with children and their fantasies.”

She laughs at your retort. “Most of them will go their entire lives having never met The Fair Lady.”

“Yet,” You begin, breaking her stare to gaze after their faces. “They will remember what she achieved and what she sacrificed in the name of the nation. A lady of poise and intelligence to emulate as they devote their hope to our land.”

Your hands find purchase in her grasp, making you almost stumble into her arms with her ferocity.

A new brightness in her eyes appears, a frightening beauty in the everlasting blizzard.

“Thank you,” She whispers. “For remembering her right.”

(III - as a crack in the lens.)

You sit back in your chair, a fresh glass of sparkling…something in your hand and a keen ear out to the busy businessmen that whisper furtively between each other at the next table over.

All this buzz over a dead woman, hm? A new pecking order moves up…yet another mistress…failed experiments- utterly useless information like the last party.

Your eyes scan the crowds and schmoozers, following the glamorous patrons with a bored expression until you meet that oh-so stubborn sapphire blue smirk that makes you choke on your drink.

The Eleventh Harbinger is a demon of his own design, but archons above does he look remarkably tempting in his dark suit.

He leans back in his own chair, giving your disguise of the evening a careful appraisal. His nod of approval is greeted by your gaze of disdain as you turn to keep him in your peripheral. Of course he would be here…but why did he have to be so dammed observant?

You can practically hear his teasing tone, feel his curiosity creeping up your arms like spiders - even with the distance.

This waltz of yours is much more dangerous under the knife.

As he raises his glass in toast, you raise yours; praying that he’ll find you more interesting than your possible intentions.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

Seeing a message from Pumpkin leads to Curly quickly abandoning what he was doing to check on it. He hadn’t expected the OSHA team to be boarding so soon.

He’s quick to send a message back.

Sounds good. On my way.

And then he was on his way to the cargo bay. Not because he was excited to see Pumpkin, he wanted to see the OSHA team to get the issues sorted out.

[ The fax machine whirls and spits out a message. ]

Captain Curly,

An emergency response team has been dispatched for an inspection regarding the reported anomalies regarding your vessel. The team has now arrived at your location. Prepare for boarding.

We'll figure this out, Grant.

Regards, Grant V. Wolfrum Pony Express, Safety and Security Department

(@surprise-its-safety-violations)

The question of just which ship they're going to dock with is a concern, but at this point the only thing to do, without any way to give directions, is to go and see for himself -- Curly taps out a message to Sunshine, just a brief summary of

OSHA team boarding, meet near cargo bay?

before setting off in his chosen direction.

He'll have to hope that they find the group they're looking for quickly, and no one picks any fights with the newcomers or makes a fuss before that point.

( @the-captain-of-the-tulpar )

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

With the suddenness of being snuggled up by his other self it did cause Curly to tense up slightly before easily just relaxing. In fact, Curly even loosely wrapped his arms around his duplicate.

It was nice, it’s like hugging yourself but even better. It’s almost familiar, it’s also warm so it brings a nice layer of comfort that eases most of his thoughts.

…Where had this sort of feeling been when this situation happened last time? Why was it better this time around?

The arms wrapped around his other self tightened slightly as he buried himself more into the snuggling. Something nice, something new. Maybe it was worth eating a tainted pie for a moment like this.

@autumn-joyce @curlygrant44

[Oh hey, Odessa's running in! She looks absurdly panicked, though.]

Captain, put that pie down NOW.

I'm well aware you've already had some, but do NOT consume any more! There's 200mg in that whole thing! -☆

[Seeing the other run in did give Curly a tiny bit of a scare but also at what he got told made him panic a lot more. So Curly just tries to calmly place his plate down.]

Well shit. That explains the weird taste, which I was thinking was a weirdly baked pie.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

“I don’t think anything you say or do could disappoint me.” He says as he leaned forward slightly in his seat, he was so excited to learn about his double.

But as he listened he just felt like he was intruding on information he wasn’t meant to know alongside the slight feeling of dread. The other’s childhood didn’t seem too great. At least the other knew Jimmy for longer?

Curly puts on a soft smile. It was still interesting to know more about his double. “Sometimes the right choice comes at the hardest cost that we have to make. But if it helps, what you’ve done has lead to here and now. Even if it’s a weird situation to be in and probably wouldn’t want to be sitting on an anomaly ship with yourself.”

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

With how the other’s words trail off leads Curly to think the other had more to say, but he doesn’t push or pry to know. He simply just assumes the other enjoyed his presence and nothing more. A bit of calm throughout the storm or the sun through the rain.

“I’m glad you enjoy being around me. You don’t need to hope, as to me you mean a lot and I’m just glad to see you be you.” Curly wanted to reach out and take the other’s hands in his own but he remains seated now he was, since it would be weird to want and hold the other’s hand.

When he finally got asked the same question back, he got a bit excited. He did somewhat enjoy talking about some parts of himself. “Yeah I did grow up somewhere entirely different! Grew up in the land down under.” Curly joked before continuing on.

“I’m the eldest of three children, I had a lot put upon me due to this and having my younger siblings being sisters also put a little bit more pressure on my shoulders by my parents. But the family’s great I assure you! Not too special unfortunately.” He hesitates for a moment before moving to address the other bit of the question. “I moved out of home and out of my home country just before highschool started. I met Jimmy In highschool and we’ve been close friends since.”

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

“It was hard, but I’m here now so it all had to be worth it. Right?” He doesn’t let the question linger before continuing immediately. “Being in a whole new country was weird, but it was fun since I got to make a lot of friends. I was quite popular in highschool and college. But my journey to being a pilot did somewhat start in highschool, since my parents pushed me to do so whenever I talked to them over calls or so.” It felt quite easy just talking to Pumpkin. He wasn’t sure why but he just assumed since they were the same person it was just easier.

He took a sip of his coffee, even if it was going cold with each passing moment. “My parents pushed me to do a lot of things in life. They pushed me to do highschool in another country, pushed me to be a pilot and even pushed me to do more then be a pilot planetside. But they probably meant it all of it out of love so I can’t complain really.”

He moves to now keep his eyes on anything that resided on the table.

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

Hearing what the other says causes a lot of the negatives thought he was having to just melt away into nothing as he once again brings the other close to envelope in the warmth once more. “I’m glad to make you feel this way.”

It brings relief to Curly to know the tears were something positive and not brought on by a mistake. He was doing good. “You are loved and cherished just like stars are. I cherish you just the same as the brightest star in the sky.”

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

“When in Rome is a such a fun combo of words. It can be used to excuse a lot of things.” When the other got changed Curly looked anywhere else then where Pumpkin was. “Does your Tulpar have better food options or is it the same for all ships?”

He looked back and offered a hand to the other, mainly so he could lead the way. Not for any other reason. “Yep ready to go.”

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

[Roll - 4] The feeling of something wet on shirt doesn’t leave much for Curly to guess, his double was crying. He has done something and now the other was crying because of him. He’s ruined what there was and what could have been.

Yet he doesn’t push the other away and instead tightens his hold. He wants to beg and ask for forgiveness for what he may have done wrong but he keeps quiet. Comfort was needed most by Pumpkin after all.

He doesn’t want to be the cause of any harm or suffering, he wants to be someone people seek out not shy away from. To be that light in the dark place or that needed support. He wanted to please people, not bring them to tears.

But to him he seems like he failed. He’s burnt the other, the sunshine lingered too long.

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

If Curly was truly honest, everything recently had been so much and this was something he needed. To hold another and to be held by another. It was a little bittersweet as the moment that lead up to it was from a dark topic that dampened a good morning. But there was still the rest of the day to fix it.

Curly adjusted how he held Pumpkin so his arms were gently wrapped around the other. “You deserve more then this life.” Was it something he believed for himself as well? Maybe, but it was being said for the other and not himself. “Do what makes you happy and don’t let anyone hold you down.”

He cared for his double. That was the baseline for his feelings, he ignored what was buried for now. The moment didn’t call for such things. He hoped the other felt safe with him.

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

[Roll - 2] “You think too highly of me, Pumpkin.“ The words are quiet as he doesn’t believe what the other says entirely. What is a scabbard without a sword or a captain without his crew? He needs to serve some use to people or he doesn’t truly matter.

Whatever else mattered in the moment was tossed aside with his thoughts being focused on how close they both were, so little distance. It would be embarrassing for anyone to find the two like this, yet Curly couldn’t care too much.

Maybe his face was red and maybe his heart was racing, as long as he wasn’t asked about it then he would ignore it entirely. There was so much risk in this situation, yet he wants to keep pushing it and to see where this breaks or is reeled back.

Then he says something more. “You are what the sun sees in the moon.” A risk he hoped didn’t break this weird friendship of sorts.

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

“Good choice. Coffee is always good to start with over a nice breakfast.” He says as he drags out the coffee from the cabinet and started getting a pot ready.

[Roll - 2] It was nice, two versions of the same man in the early morning make a nice breakfast, it almost seems domestic which does cause Curly to freeze as he stands over the coffeemaker.

It’s domestic and he’s fallen into something that felt familiar yet so new. Should he be doing this? Should he be feeling how he should for his double? But here he was making coffee while his double was making breakfast.

It was…nice, he took a breath before he turned to look at the other while the coffee did what it does. He hoped his red face wasn’t obvious but he could probably make an excuse if asked. “Hey Pumpkin, what do you think you’ll do once you’re back planetside?”

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

“…Really? Maybe we should do this more often so you can sleep well a few more nights a week?” Curly looked hopeful for a moment before realising that May sounds weird and he scrambled to speak once more. “Though we could just hang out more in general. Since that might help instead?”

He tilted his head slightly at the mention talking in his sleep. “That’s new for me then. Do you remember what I was talking about when I out like a light?”

Seeing the other pause and stare him down did make Curly want to question it but decided not to do so. He assumed the other was merely waking up still. “I would enjoy having breakfast with you. Since we could talk more about the ship and some other things.”

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

When the other had put their hand on his chest, his eyes snapped down to it to watch before snapping back up to the other’s eyes once the other spoke. “I slept quite well. I think us being entwined helped. How about you, did you rest well?”

Perhaps the nickname given to himself wasn’t accurate as in this moment he thought the nickname ‘Sunshine’ more fit his double due to how Pumpkin’s smile looked like to him.

Restless as he is, Curly wanders aimlessly and sketches a rough diagram of the halls, pausing now and then to answer messages as he goes -- it's when the tablet's battery gets low that he decides to follow the map to backtrack to his room and take a break from wandering.

Except...when he opens the door, there's no familiar paperback on the desk, and the one person in room -- changing clothes, no less -- is definitely not Jim.

This isn't his quarters, clearly, which means...

He blinks at his double before averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't mean to intrude, I got turned around."

Well. He'd meant to find his double to ask about the matter of nicknames and color-coding the crews, anyway. Not to mention discussing the uranium situation. He might as well stay for a moment. "...I did have a couple of things to ask about the next time I saw you, though. Do you mind if we talk? I, uh. I can wait outside for a minute, if you'd rather."

( @curlygrant44 )

At seeing his door suddenly opened by his double while he was getting changed does cause a small deer-in-headlights type effect before he blinks and quickly putting his shirt on properly.

"No worries, it happens with the state of the ship." He says as he moves to tidy up the room slightly as he didn't really expect anyone to ever enter the room besides himself.

"But you are quite welcome to come in. Don't mind the small mess? What do you want to talk about since I'm all ears." He offers a small smile before offering his bed to sit on.

[the-captain-of-the-tulpar]

Hearing the double’s voice leads to Curly opening his eyes, which he regrets heavily the moment he does. What he could see did not look pleasant but it was at least good to see the other him.

Yet with the consequence of opening his eyes and seeing the world distorted once again causes Curly to loose his footing, he’s no longer able to help keep himself standing even if he was being held up by Odessa.

Was that going to stop him from being relieved to see the other him, nope. “Oh heyy!”

Honestly Curly still felt horrible but seeing the other him again was joyous. Maybe he had been worried the other him had like died or something. Maybe his thoughts were eating him up since this whole ordeal started. He wasn’t going to admit any of that of course!

@curlygrant44 @autumn-joyce

[Oh hey, Odessa's running in! She looks absurdly panicked, though.]

Captain, put that pie down NOW.

I'm well aware you've already had some, but do NOT consume any more! There's 200mg in that whole thing! -☆

[Seeing the other run in did give Curly a tiny bit of a scare but also at what he got told made him panic a lot more. So Curly just tries to calmly place his plate down.]

Well shit. That explains the weird taste, which I was thinking was a weirdly baked pie.