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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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[And Signless is perfectly content to let Psii be quiet, and to not comment on the floating. He has noticed that, on occasion, Psii will use his hands, or try and walk, but he hasn't mentioned it. He knows that Psii will tell him what he has been up to when he is ready. In the meantime, he'll give him his space, and let him come back into himself slowly.]

[The tide is out, leaving starfish stranded on the sand, and Signless stops at each one, carefully gathering it in his hands and returning it back to the water.]

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[ This companionable quiet is something he can appreciate a great deal. He has found the best moments between them do not necessarily involve words, they don't have to. Perhaps it was the fact that they had been so close, something that carried over even though he could no longer remember their past associations. They had still occurred nonetheless.

That had to count for something, didn't it?

It felt as if he had done something like this before, and it was soothing in its familiarity. He leans down and, still relying entirely on his psionics, gently scoops up one of the stranded sea creatures in order to move it out to join its fellow. ]

[It counts for everything, Psii. It counts for everything.]

[Signless notices that Psii is helping, and smiles peacefully, his face half-hidden in his cloak. Everyday, it seems, Psii is doing more and more than reminds him of his old friend; whether it is his new fixation on chamomile tea, or the way he cooks for them, or how he goes up to the roof to tend to his bees, or even how he is less shy about using his voice instead of his SFC to communicate... everything is moving forward. He still hasn't called Signless by name again, but that's okay. That too will come with time.]

Do you remember the story about the starfish?

[His tone is quiet, nonconfrontational, and if Psii answers, marvelous. If not, that's okay too.]

[Nepeta is on the prowl looking for her new friend, having a surprise to show him. His talk of baking had given her an idea and she had something to show him now. Doot doot doot, creeping up behind him, but refraining from pouncing since he's not in the best of health.]

Mister Psii!

[Yes, she's picked up Signless' nickname for him, having heard it often enough lately, but he's an adult troll so she'd added a mister to it to be respectful.]

Hi!

[ Things that the Helmsman did not expect: getting stalked by one (1) kitten troll. He tenses suddenly, bi-colored eyes very wide and sparking only briefly as he turns to look at her. He is not the greatest fan of being started, but he does not seem otherwise affected. ]

...hello, Nepeta Leijon. May I athitht you?

You can just call me Nepeta if you like, yup yup.

[And this is one (1) kitty troll getting allll up in his personal space.]

Did I give you a furight? I'm sorry! I furgot not efuryone is used to me pouncing them! [Be glad it wasn't a tacklegreet, Helmsman.] Yes yes I need your help with something! It's furry impurrtant! Can you come with me purrlease?

[ She would have literally broken him if she'd gone the tacklegreet route. As it is, he's looking fairly fragile--and faintly concerned. ]

Yeth, of courthe. [ He will just float perhaps an inch or so off the ground and follow her where ever she needs him. ] What may I do to aid you?

[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.

[ It had been little more than a month since he had been suddenly ripped from his station as the Helmsman of the Battleship Condescension. The entirety of his frame of reference for the world is changing, but he's starting to think that he can adapt to it. If not for those that supported him, if not for the Signless who acted as his savior (once, twice, a thousand times over?), he would have crumbled in those first terrible days. ]

Yeth...?

[ He feels like this may have come up before in the time that he had been here, but he's not entirely sure. His mind is often filled with blurred impressions of what has or has not occurred, more lingering memory errors. ]

[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.]

[Is Signless acting as his savior? He just thinks he's being his friend.]

[He smiles, pleased at that response, and carefully picks up another stranded starfish. He wades out until the water laps up around his calves before letting it free.]

And they said, 'You are a fool, you cannot save them all or make a difference to each one.' And I said...

[Hello there dearest Psii! Your notdaughter was actually headed over to her hive with Indie in her arms to grab juuust a few more things. It didn't take her long at all to zoom down to the general area, but she had taken to the rest of the way on foot.

Whoa, hey! Look, it's Psiioniic! Just the distraction she needed! She wanders on up to him while he's caught off-guard and oh god Aradia no baby stop leaning up and trying to get all up in his grill. ]

Good morning Helmsman! Look at what I've recently acquired.

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[ Why do they keep trying to startle him?

Actually, a better question might be focused on the fact that they keep succeeding. He's just going to be very visibly startled, but the invasion of his personal space isn't a battle he'll fight. She should see how friendly Signless is and how firmly he disregards the notion of personal space bubbles. ]

Hello, Aradia Megido. What ith it that you have...?

'But I made a differenthe to thith one.'

[ There is a pause after he answers, lips pursing thoughtfully. His eyes close and then open, and all along the beach little balls of energy appear like twinkling stars. ]

It ith too bad he wath not a thionic.

[It wasn't intentional, promise!!

Okay, she does in fact take a step or two backwards in case she was in fact too close. Whooops what are bubbles.]

She's one of the Chocobo hatchlings that were being given away recently.

[And then she holds up her cutie where Psii could get a good look at her. The only thing that could be noted was her cute little maroon bow around her neck. Aradia did make sure that she wasn't going to try jumping out or anything, but she really couldn't make any promises.]

That's right.

[Signless watches, delighted, as the beach lights up with psionic power.]

Psii... you're making them look like the stars in the sky!

[His voice is light and full of happiness.]

[ He lifts his hand up as he looks to the Signless with a kind expression, and he curls his fingers. The little balls of light rise and float gently out towards the water, sinking into the cool ocean water. One by one, the lights begin to fade and blink out.]

Mmhm.

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.

[ Bubbles are for the weak!

He appreciates the extra space, though. He doesn't quite smile when she displays the chocobo chick, but he does soften his expression somewhat. ]

It ith quite the thmall featherbeatht.

[Signless watches as the lights fade below the water, then splashes out of the sea to stand next to his friend.]

Thank you.

[He reaches up, gently looping his arm through one of Psii's.]

You helped all of them.

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!

It...

[ He has a hard time finding a way to put what he's thinking in words. It would not have been wrong to have failed to do so, he's fairly sure, but it wouldn't have been exactly right either. Some part of him remembers a debate about the nature of charity, and he's almost positive that the parable about the child and the starfish was the winning stroke.

Or he could just be making things up. It is hard to tell when it comes to his mind. ]

It theemed good to do.

It was. That was a very good thing you just did.

[And he did it of his own violition, which makes it even better, but Signless won't point that out. It would probably just upset Psii if he did. So instead, he just stands next to him, watching the waves.]

How are your bees?

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. ]

[ He doesn't entirely appreciate the sentiment, but only for the fact that he doesn't catch onto it. He would have, perhaps, been quite a bit more self-conscious had his efforts been pointed out for what they truly were.

So he watches the waves, and lets the subject change. ]

They are thettled. In time, they will be very productive.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

[He gently and playfully nudges Psii's side with his elbow.]

I've heard that honey is quite good with tea.

[ There's a disjointed sort of jerkiness to the way the Helmsman turns his head to regard the other troll, as if some part of that comment seemed strange. Which is bizarre, given that of course honey went well with tea, but it's more the fact that he said that in particular. ]

Ethpethially in chamomile. Yeth.

Then I look forward to enjoying a cup of chamomile tea with honey from your bees, once they start producing.

[Signless smiles innocently up at Psii, then tries to gently guide him further down the beach.]

[ Letting himself be guided along, as always, the Helmsman nods faintly though it is probably as clear as day to the other man that there is now something on his mind. It doesn't particularly show on his face or in his body language, but it is some indefinable quality about him that just conveys that he's turning a concept over and over in his abominable mutant brain. ]

[Oh, Signless knows--he knows Psii's moods almost as well as he knows his own--but he doesn't say anything, letting the other man sort things out on his own. If he wants to talk about whatever is on his mind, he will.]

[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.

There are many utheth.

[ Did he just spend a few minutes tumbling something over in his head only to come out with something that apparently makes no sense outside of it? Yes, he absolutely did. Unfortunately, clarification is one of those things he's not exactly good at. ]

Why that one?

[Fortunately, Signless has had sweeps to get used to the way Psii's brain sometimes get ahead of his mouth, and he has a pretty good idea what his friend is asking.]

Are you talking about honey or psionics?

[ He pauses, surprised. ]

Both.

[ He thought it made sense, after all. It wasn't like he had any luck focusing on a single concept. ]

[... Signless should have known.]

Well, for the honey, you've been drinking a lot of tea lately, and it's usually nice to combine two things you like. And for the psionics...

[He squeezes Psii's hand.]

I know it doesn't always seem like it, but your powers are a gift, Psii. You have the potential to do great good and cause much happiness with them.

[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?

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