No Equinox for Old Men

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[Pyxis. HIs expression darkened in a way that was more a wrinkling of the forehead than anything. It cleared up right away. He liked Pyxis but had been avoiding him. The kiddo had pushed a little bit too far and instead of dealing with the situation he'd just been icing his partner out. Maybe for the best, maybe not. Still there were the sprinklers. A vague answer would be okay. Peggy had given one too and then changed the topic. He could do the same.] Yeah, he's a square, can't really be helped. We did go to and hang out in the sprinklers though. He flipped a lid and freaked out on some pinata, it was pretty radical. [There that was done. He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from Pegasus. Now on to the fun stuff.] As far as Claws goes though, he wouldn't even really haveta fight or anything. You can be a hero without like, kickin serious butt. Maybe his power is like, clicking his claws in a way that like, I don't know... what if he clicked his claws and then like people started really gettin down? Like his claw clicking just flipped on the jive switch on any square. That'd be pretty cool, I think.

Shooty Time || Columbia & Bismarck

"Yeah, nothin' like a good trip to storage to get your heart pumping." Bismarck said. He scratched the side of his face and began walking out of the shooting range. The last time he'd been in storage had been... less than fun. He'd told several cringe inducing jokes by the time they got to storage, and he punched the button on the side of the door and it slid open because that's how space ships work. He stepped inside and breathed in the familiar dusty smell. And sneezed. "Well I figure I got a couple of things to get in here too." Bismarck said, looking around and wiping his nose on the back of his hand. He drifted over towards the ammunition and knelt down and began rummaging through boxes. "Y'know, I like keeping my own room stocked. It's one of those things were, y'know after that attack? Yeah, I just figure it's best to sorta be prepared. Heck, I'd like to have my armor in there too, 'cept I wouldn't want to trip over it goin to the bathroom at night or somethin, which would probably happen if I kept it in there." He was piling ammo on the floor, clips for his magnum, strips of bullets for the AIE and mercury tipped expanding rounds even though he didn't really have a sniper rifle to put them in but figured hey, why not? He stood up and hovered around the other guns, looking but not really caring much. The room was huge and there were shelves everywhere. He'd gotten what he needed though. "So, why are you so into shotguns?"

Delta Team Building Exercise #40 || Team A || Bi/Ca/Or/Ch

Delta Team Building Exercise #40 || Team A || Bi/Ca/Or/Ch

Bismarck blinked and looked from person to person. Cal was acting all stiff and angry again, not almost-cool like he had during football. That was expected though. Orion was acting all stiff and also angry. Not expected. He made a mental note to tell him a little joke later. Cheyenne was acting... well she was actually giving answers instead of just saying she knew them, which was a heckaroo of a lot better than what the other two were doing so he cuffed her on the shoulder and grinned and turned around. "Alright kiddos, let's go over to medbay then!" He said, leading the way out of the library.

Shooty Time || Columbia & Bismarck

"As a matter of, y'know, curiosity, what have you been usin to grease it? The gun lube they give here evaporates kinda quick, not that heat should be a big issue with a shotgun, but I prefer motor oil even if it's messy as the day is long, cause I know when my gun gets hot it's not goin nowhere. Anyway, I figure that if y'want we could go down to storage and pick up another one, and just swap some parts 'round till it works right. Wouldn't let Calvin see that though, he's not big into stuff like that I guess." He cracked his knuckles and picked up his own gun and though about firing it off but heck he knew it was working okay for the most part so he stepped back and put it on the table. Not like anyone was gonna steal it. So he clapped his hands and rubbed them together like he was plotting something. "How long's it been messed up again?" They hadn't had a real honest to heck mission in so long, it seemed kinda weird that the kiddo had messed up his gun right in the middle of what stood for peacetime on the Equinox.

Chucking the Pigskin || Bismarck, Peter, Pegasus, Calvin

"Who's there?" Bismarck asked as he dove after the ball, his armor making a horrible grinding sound on the floor. Was the floor still lava? He didn't even remember anymore. The ball was in his hands though and he came to a stand and... did not know what to do. Calvin was under Peter. Peggy was probably in pursuit. He looked at Peggy. He couldn't outrun him, that was for sure. He looked at Cal underneath Pete. So he pulled back his arm and sent the ball sailing towards Peter's head, not in a spiral, but more in a disjointed tumble through the air.

Whale Music || Lincoln and Bismarck

"Whoa hey what the heckaroo was that?" He asked, squinting into the distance. Whatever, Linc had it under control. If the guy was one thing, he was under control. Not that it was a bad thing at all. Bismarck cracked his knuckles. "Alright, so down here is a room on the way side of the medbay where me and Orion crashed through, so I figure we just jump down on this bed..." He cocked his head at Lincoln's wiggling pocket. "You, uh, got an animal in your pocket or are ya just happy to see me?" He cupped a hand to his ear. Squeaking? He cocked his head the other way and furrowed his brow and chuckled. "Y'know what? I'm not even gonna ask, kiddo. I'm gonna just assume that's a grenade or somethin in there." He looked past Lincoln into the distance again. He was sure he'd seen something or other and the other guy reaching for it. He blinked. Not his business. "Uh, what was I sayin again? Cricket?" He itched the back of his head and his eyes drifted towards the squeaking and wiggling pocket. "Oh yeah!" Okay, there was his train of thought again. "Alright, so we're just gonna jump down here and then I figure we could talk some cricket 'cause I've never play-" He stopped and looked at the pocket again. "Dude, what in the name of all that is frickadoodle is that?"

Whale Music || Lincoln and Bismarck

Bismarck stopped crawling in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. Well, Pegasus wasn't on Delta anymore, which sucked. Not that the teams had to be set in stone or anything. He still felt a hint of disappointment. "Dude, you're with Peggy? Oh man, yeah, he's such a rad guy, lemme tell ya, you really lucked the heck out. We played this great game of football, he's real cool, believe me. Y'know, some of the people on this ship are kinda square, but he's jive as can be. You don't gotta worry there." He started crawling again. Oh yeah, Annapolis was good as dead. He hadn't thought about that much yet. Pegasus might not feel too good about that. He pushed those thoughts aside and turned a corner. "Yeah though, I know what you mean 'bout some of the people into big guns. Usually big kinda guys, real mean streaks to them, I know the stereotype. Oh yeah, and you were just lookin into the rec room, that's where we played football. Fun stuff, lemme tell ya. You're a sturdy guy, you should throw on your armor and come if we do it again sometime." He'd stopped above a section of new tiles and peered around. Nothing that he could see, so he hooked the bottom of the tile with his fingernails and pulled it up and peered down. The bed was still there.