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Who: The Psiioniic/Helmsman and many more
Location: assorted places
Time: 1/1
Style: starting actionspam, i'll be happy to match though
Status: Semi-Closed (Open to private texts)

[ Though the moonlight provided more than ample illumination in the late (early?) pre-dawn hours, the glow cast from the Helmsman kept their immediate surroundings bright and clear and awash in reds, blues, and purples. He had a very long way to go before he could actually go on a walk with his companion in anything more than a figurative sense; his body was atrophied severely so. Though Darkleer intended to assist him in regaining physical mobility (a fact he had still not bothered sharing with his friends), he was so much more comfortable like this.

He floated quietly above the sandy beach at the side of his dearest, oldest friend. He was never particularly talkative to begin with, but this time his silence is clearly a thoughtful one. ]

[ Good morning, hivemates!

The Helmsman is in your foodpreparationblock, cooking a wide variety of foods. Notably, he's sitting on a stool at the countertop, watching idly as he orchestrates his efforts with his psionics. Occasionally, he'll glance down at his SFC, he's got an assortment of notes taken from a cooking show or ten that he may have been raptly watching the night before. ]

[ Much of the rest of the day will be spent... well, being himself. A lot of that involves sitting quietly, doing apparently absolutely nothing. Much of it involves fidgetting with his SFC in random locations throughout the hive and sometimes on the rooftop, next to the movable comb hive that Signless procured for him for Christmas. ]

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[Yes, let's not break anyone. But he needs to get stronger faster, it's like a rite of passage when you're Nepeta's friend, getting tackled.]

You'll see! It's a surpurrise! [She giggles and leads him to her respiteblock, where a tea-set has been set up on a table and three places laid. One is already occupied by the white-plush Pounce that she'd been given for Christmas, the other two seats are empty.] We're going to have a tea purrty!

[ What the--

He's not exactly opposed to this so-called tea party. He likes tea and all, but...

There was a place laid out for Nepeta's plush lusus doll and everything. Is this normal? He is not entirely sure this is a normal sort of interaction to be having. On the other hand, he is has never been a good judge of social interactions.

He keeps his tone rather serious as he moves to take a place at the table. ]

Thank you for the invitation. I have never been to a 'tea party' before.

[Completely normal! Well, back in Alternia it would have been the actual Pounce taking up a spot at the table, and more than likely Equius or some other friend as the surprise guest, but this is close enough to what she's used to that it helps her feel a bit better. Give her a break, she's six sweeps old and dealing with being dead and losing her moirail.]

You're furry welcome! [She pours out tea for all three of them, plush-Pounce's in a small saucer.] What, really?? Nefur efur? That's pawful! We have to have lots of tea parties to make up fur it. Do you like sugar in your tea? [Better answer quick, a couple of lumps have already been thrown in.]

That--

[ The Helmsman reaches and pulls his cup back somewhere between three and twenty-thousand lumps of sugar, rescuing it from a fate worse than sludge. ]

That ith plenty thugar, thank you.

You're welcome!

[She beams at him and turns her attention to her own drink. Considering the amount of sugar she'll soon be ingesting, Psiionic may want to hand over grub-sitting duties to Signless.

She then pulls out a surprise from under the table, holding it out to him expectantly.]

Look! I got you tea-cakes, just like I told you about!

Quite kind of you.

[ Still protectively holding his tea cup lest his drink be assaulted once more, he nods to her faintly and accepts the tea cakes. They glow briefly as they float to settle on the table midway between them. ]

Ohhh!

[She puts her tea cup down abruptly, tea sloshing into the saucer, and leans in close to stare in excitement at the glowing teacakes.]

Do it again! I mean...purrlease? They looked so purrty!

[ He is not quite able to manage much more than a quizzical look, at least at first. He didn't expect that sort of feedback, but he generally had a hard time expecting anything from Nepeta without being proven (yet again) horribly wrong in his calculations. Living with a free spirited child was... an experience, certainly. ]

If that ith what you want?

[ Look, Nep, illuminated floating teacakes! One separates from the rest to present itself to her. ]

[Nepeta claps her hands and laughs, looking quite thrilled at the little show he was putting on for her. When that lone teacake hovers in front of her she reaches out to snag it from mid-air, taking a great big bite.]

Mmmm! Thank you! You're so much fun, Mister Psii!

I...

[ Awkward awkward awkward.

How does one have tea parties with children? He is horrible at this, but somehow she's having fun so it probably counts for something. Just. Just going to be over here, drinking his tea, baffled. ]

I am glad you think tho.

[Slurp slurp sweet tea, omnomnom teacake. Yes, Nepeta's having the time of her life.

But she's not completely oblivious, if anything she's good at picking up on other people's moods.]

Don't you like your tea?