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[p2iioniicii2t]

Who: The Psiioniic and...?
Where: primarily Larmline apartments
When: 3/18 throughout the day
Status: Open

[ The routine of a Helmsman usually involves more powering interstellar space travel and unspeakable agony. In the bubble-city of Vatheon, however, it is a slow and surprisingly calm routine for the most part.

The Helmsman makes breakfast for three or maybe even four, just in case. He takes a cup of tea up with him as he checks on his bees, assures their health, and spends an hour or two up on the rooftop. Back down to the hive to watch television of dubious quality, then make lunch, and back to those shows that really don't make much sense at all. It's serious business, the study of human culture via television programs.

It's odd how often Vatheon Shore seems to come on, too.

A few hours like that, back to the bees, and back down again. Run the occassional errand, never going terribly far from the hive, and then it's dinner. All the while, his thought bubble is just a stream of incomprehensible code.

At some point, he might even talk to people. ]

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[ex_fintastic398]

[ And at some point there might be a a tiny fish troll knocking at his door.

Whatever could she want...? ]

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ One of the several times Vatheon Shore is on, no less, in the afternoon. It's a rerun, so the Helmsman actually gets up off the couch to float to the door in order to answer it.

And promptly bows his head down to the tiny, fishy princess just as soon as it swings open from his psionic touch. ]

Good afternoon, Heiresth. How ith it I may athitht you?

[ex_fintastic398]

Assist me? [ She smiles, a little confused for a second, until it processes. ] Oh! No, I don't need anything. I just was passing by and I wanted to come see how you were doing. That's all. Is now a bad time?

[p2iioniicii2t]

It ith not. You are alwayth welcome into thith hive.

[ A rather broad declaration to make, but... well, blood is blood. He floats back to allow her to enter. ]

[aim_exorable]

[And guess who the awkward blueblood on the roof is?]

[Don't ask how he got up here; it certainly wasn't the stairs.]

[Darkleer is toying with a small device in his hands when the Helmsman goes to check on his bees. No telling how long he's been here, only it's long enough for him to have settled in and for the bees to apparently not be too bothered by his presence. Occasionally he shoos one off of his person so he can concentrate.]

[When he realizes that the Helmsman has arrived, Darkleer looks up and nods.]

Helmsman.

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Oh, is this the awkward game? Can the Helmsman play, too?

Because he sure does slow to a stop rather quickly, his thought bubble blanking out in nothing but blue for a moment before resuming. He sure is staring at the highblooded troll's boots. ]

Thir?

[aim_exorable]

[Of course the Helmsman can play too! Everyone knows that him and Darkleer are the Awkward Team national champions in Vatheon. ]

[Putting his device away, Darkleer clasps his hands together on his knee and puts on his best straight face.]

I wanted to... apologize for the wretched state you found me in not too long ago. It was rather disgraceful for someone like myself.

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Together they will awkward all over the entirety of the bubble! ]

You do not need to apologithe to me, thir. You know thith.

[devwocean]

[And here's a sea troll knocking on the door]

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Why did Psii just answer the door.

And why isn't he allowed to close it again? ]

I-- Thith thythtem may therve you, thir?

[devwocean]

Is Signless here? [He's already shouldering his way inside, though]

[p2iioniicii2t]

He... may be?

[ He worries at his lower lip with his oversized fangs. ]

[withoutasign]

[Signless is really happy Psii has taken up an interest in cooking; he himself has learned how to bake a few things, but he's still pretty bad at making actual meals, and they'd likely starve to death without Psii's abilities to float things around the kitchen and make fifteen minute meals that actually take fifteen minutes to prepare. Using psionics totally isn't cheating, shut up.]

[And now they're sprawled on the couch, where they usually end up, and it's time for a new episode of Vatheon Shore.]

Do you think Snconchy and The Situocean will get their problems sorted out this week?

[p2iioniicii2t]

I thtill do not underthand why that occured to begin with. It may be irreparable.

[ The issue in question being Sconchy's inability to pull her weight in their latest efforts at employment. Selling t-shirts should not be as complicated as they made it out to be, and Sconchy's failures were dragging down the entire team.

And the Helmsman looks very serious about all this, even as he settles in, sprawled against his friend. ]

[withoutasign]

[Signless gets himself comfortable, slinging one arm around Psii's shoulders. His thought bubble is calm and gently colored, with faint images of himself and a stronger, healthier Psii, cuddling by a campfire somewhere.]

No, I understand why they all get frustrated with Snconchy. She never learns from her mistakes, and that would bother me too.

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ He catches sight of that dream bubble, but turns his gaze away. It makes him feel particularly inadequate, though he's come to understand why the troll that Signless remembered was a much preferred companion to himself. ]

There are timeth where improvement occurth. Latht theathon. But yeth, they are few.

[replicatedcourage]

You should teach me how to cook more things.

[Sola kicks his feet under the table, the toes of his boots scraping the kitchen floor since the chair is only slightly too tall.

He doesn't really have much of a leg to stand on here; after all, Sola practically destroys the kitchen just trying to pour himself a glass of milk, but he really does want to help around the house more, as evidenced by the crayon drawing of himself flipping pancakes expertly in his thought bubble.

It probably wouldn't go so smoothly in reality, but at least he wants to help? And those puppy eyes are pretty effective.]

Pleeeeeease Psii? Pretty please?

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ The Helmsman likes his kitchen. He has never had a place that he could indicate was his before, and somehow the pursuit of something to keep himself busy.

Needless to say, he's feeling a little nervous. ]

Ith it truly nethethary? I do not mind cooking for you.

[replicatedcourage]

Yes! I want to learn to make stuff so I can cook for Ion sometimes too. And you or Signless aren't always here like when you didn't come home that one night and Signless left all cranky.

[Sola's bubble shows a cartoonish Signless with an angry face rushing out the door.]

I was hungry!

[bestestfurrend]

[Did somebody say breakfast? Nepeta usually starts the day with Tavros, but sometimes she likes toddling along to either her moirail's or her adopted dad's hive instead, sharing her time around as equally as she can.

She's still half asleep as she wanders in, her kitty hood and kitty shoes on but otherwise still in her hello kitty nightdress, plush!pounce dangling from one arm.

Morning hugs now please, Mister Psii. Or whoever wants to hug her, really.]

[p2iioniicii2t]

Good morning, Nepeta.

[ Still actively cooking breakfast in the kitchen with his psionic lightshow, the Helmsman places a hand on her shoulder. It's effectively how he does hugs, most of the time, though it's an obvious invitation if she wants to burrow up against him for something a bit less half-hearted. ]

[bestestfurrend]

Mister Psiiii! 'morning.

[It still feels weird to say good morning instead of good evening right after waking up, but she's getting used to it. Her thought bubble is still all soft colours right now, swirly greens and blues and browns, though they do gather to the edges of the bubble in favour of a smudged-looking drawing of a kitten squishing a large plush bumblebee.

Much like Nepeta is attempting to do with her arms around Psiioniic right now.]

hopefully this works

[bethehugejerk]

[As much as Karkat has tried to avoid contact with others this week, barring a couple trusted exceptions, life's necessities do not come to a halt just because he doesn't want to deal with them this week. Things run out, and need to be restocked. Eridan's good at whining. That's why, despite all personal wishes, the nubby-horned troll has hauled off to the supermarket. If only he could have waited one more day!]

[So long as he's here, though, he intends to make it quite. Rushing around, nabbing things off shelves, jamming them in the basket he's carrying - a cart would just slow him down! - he makes his way through the store. Anything big will have to wait until the bubbles are gone, and right now, he is utterly failing to outrun his own.]

Not thinking anything weird, no way, no how. No one can hear my thoughts, no one can see them, no one can read them! Groceries, groceries, god damnit why did Eridan make me go now--groceries. Shit, we need--

Oof!

[Both he and the words spoken from his bubble are interrupted when he smacks his head into a floating bag of sugar. This is what he gets for focusing more on whoever might be behind him than where he's actually going.]

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Oof? The Helmsman hadn't been paying particularly good attention to his surroundings, he rarely did, but the sudden impact against one of the objects he was carrying has him floating around the corner of one of the aisles, peering curiously.

He frowns when he sees the young man, concerned. ]

Karkat Vantath, hath my food gathering cauthed you damage?

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat backs up a step or two, one hand coming up to massage at the side of his head. A bag of sugar may not be a weapon, but it is solid enough when you smack your face into it. The glow is telling even before the Helmsman makes his appearance.]

Has your food gathering caused me damage?

[He sounds the words out like they're a foreign language.]

Couldn't you just ask if I'm alright or something? For that matter, I'm fine, I just--didn't see it there. Who the heck floats everything around like that anyway? Can't you use a basket or a four-wheeled porting cage?