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     patience makes a comfortable home of features, julie’s harried state completely unsurprising to the assistant for hire, who remains lax and lounging ‘pon the lobby’s cushioned seat as he tracks her movements. “ya know, i’m not even as busy as you are, and i get hired by three people every day on the regular.” and he juggles an extracurricular that demands more time of his day. but there’s no annoyance sparking on danny’s tongue as he lurches into a stand, head canting in a silent query, an almost tease of ‘are you done yet ?’. “you positive ? got your keys, phone, bag, everything ?” there’s that teasing again, light and amused, simple.

HE  WAS  WORRIED !  she  did  not  seem  to  be  really  here  as  if  the  hit  to  her  head  was  harder  than  he  first  suspected  it  to  be.  He  carefully  finished  his  work  &  then  was  silent  for  a  moment,  eyeing  her  up  &  down  before  he  tilted  his  head  to  the  side  slightly.  ❝I  think  I  want  to  keep  you  here  overnight❞  he  would  not  force  her  &  this  honestly  was  more  an  ADVICE  than  anything  but –  he  pulled  off  the  gloves  he  had  been  wearing,  tossed  them  away  and  then  looked  at  her  with  a  small  FROWN  on  his  face.  ❝I  think  that  would  be  the  best  for  you,  you  look  like  you  took  a  hit  harder  than  what  I  can  see  right  now❞   

A STARTER FOR @mayvis! ai x changseok

it’s no secret that life in space is anything but boring.

at least that’s the only consoling thought he’s had this morning after breakfast was but another grey lump of nutritions and vitamins dripping from his spoon. needless to say, it must be difficult for the chef to find something actually edible for the entirety of the crew     considering the variety aboard the hms vision, it strikes changseok as hardly a surprise their food is easily ingestible. besides, the  is pretty sure he’s seen one of the veil crew members inhale their food with a look of disgust while writing a report for the commander, which was both fascinating and incredibly gross to bear witness to.

he’d like to have a discussion about their meals with the person responsible for maintaining food rations on board, if that pesky job wasn’t his to do. that thought gets a small smile out of him, enough to have a passerby curiously raise an eyebrow but they remain quiet as changseok heads straight toward the engineering area of the ship.

another day, another mission. things should be running smoothly but instead, the selected ground crew for the day is already running into issues with one of the vehicles. as communications officer, it’s his duty to make sure that once a mission starts it isn’t halted unnecessarily and right now, he can’t help but think he’s not doing too stellar a job.

“well, would you look at that.” the man stops in his tracks, vividly aware of a dozen pairs of eyes taking in his appearance the moment the doors of the elevator open to reveal him. clearing his throat awkwardly (sooner or later, he might want to get used to being the center of attention) he offers but a mere nod of his head before heading toward the damaged vehicle in question to get a report on the current situation.

“afraid it’s not looking too good, sir.” wiping away at his face with the sleeve of his shirt, changseok can’t quite help an amused quirk of his lips once he notices the trail of oil left on the other’s face. “keep at it. i expect an update on the replacement vehicle stat.”

“we’re still waiting on the confirmation for the alliance IFV; the location for the pick-up was already transmitted. we’ll give an update as soon as we can.” with that, the young officer turns back to his colleagues to focus on the work at hand while changseok clasps his hands together and turns back towards the waiting crew with a placid smile. he’s genuinely not sure how many of them he recognizes in person but then, their voices always happen to be a little more familiar with him. he supposes that’s what you get for speaking too much over the intercom instead of looking for personal contact.

“so, gentlemen and ladies. the mission won’t proceed for the time being. please remain on standby for when the replacement IFV has been gathered,” gesturing towards the great digital clock hanging above the elevator doors with a pointed look, changseok’s smile doesn’t fade the least bit. “it shouldn’t take longer than ten to twenty minutes at most.”

oh boy. he’s already looking forward to having to explain all this to the captain again.

Space was everything more than Ai could ever dream of. With a flick of a switch and a direction, the crew would find themselves in a new planet waiting to be explored and studied. Ai could barely keep her feet still under the table at the thought of what new thing they would soon encounter and a smile that’s far too happy to just be eating grey slop pulls at her lips. She couldn’t help the excitement, especially after being cleared to go on a mission— she’s bursting. 

Her happiness seeps out audibly, a giggle escaping her lips, and suddenly, she’s feeling a new emotion entirely as she becomes conscious of her presence with a set of eyes glancing over to her. Time to go. She prompts herself to discard any remainders, fingers then moving to adjust her already styled fringe simply out of a need to keep her hands occupied as she walked out of the dining hall.

With clasped hands, she walks leisurely through the halls, meeting the eyes of others and offering a smile before a familiar face has her realizing that she really shouldn’t be taking her sweet time. She’s rushing past, offering apologies for sudden movements and eventually making it with minutes to spare. A few words exchanged with the others waiting, a polite, but friendly smile remaining on her lips as another joins them. She watches carefully and resists the urge to shift her weight or cause her head to fall on a tilt. 

A few words and she nods slowly, initial excitement now turned into disappointment with the news of their mission’s delay due to complications. She silently heaves a sigh, keeping her features passive when they were pretty much dismissed with a gesture to the clock and an eta. Ten minutes to spare, which apparently could turn into twenty— that’s too much time to spend mulling about and the thought makes her nervous. 

For as long as she worked onboard the HMS Vision, Ai’s pretty much kept to herself— having little chance to interact with others despite interest and free time. She knew faces, names, and perhaps some information she really shouldn’t, but she hasn’t made many friends. She could take this chance to get to know more of the crew members... or she could just talk more about what’s to come. 

Approaching the communications officer (or Changseok, or well Yim, as she had come to know a long while ago), she offers a smile, “Sir—” Should she be referring to him as such? They were colleagues, but as head of this group, it seemed more appropriate. “I want to assess our mission details further. We were briefed earlier, but seeing as we’ve already hit one problem— I wouldn’t want more to cross our path that can potentially delay or potentially halt our ongoing task. This expedition is vital to discover a new plant genus which can lead to new species and substances, making it crucial that there are no more hiccups from here on out.” 

❝NOT  TO  BE  TOO  CURIOUS –❞  his  voice  was  quiet,  hands  working  carefully  on  patching  up  the  wound  on  the  others  face.  Usually,  he  was  not  down  here.  In  the  ER.  He  spent  his  time  in  the  Operating  room,  making  little  wonders  happen  here  &  there  but  not  tonight.  Tonight  he  HAD  to  be  down  here.  ‘not  enough  Doctors’  they  said  when  they  DOOMED  him  to  work  the  nightshift  here.  ❝how  did  this  happen ?❞ 

@mayvis liked !

With a coat keeping her warm, Ara walks along side her friend as she tries to look out for any person that would try to scare them. She smiled as she nodded her head, “ I never liked being late, it stresses out. Plus, I knew you wouldn’t survive without.” she teased, eyes keeping straight ahead as she walked, leaves crunching from the weight over her feet below her. She jumps at the sudden scream that leaves victoire before bursting into laughter.

“ Ah, you should’ve seen your face. It was priceless. ” she giggled, rubbing her friends back. “ C’mon, lets keep going before you faint. I’m not going to carry you throughout the entire thing.”

“It’s not funny!” She shoots back, face crumpling like she’s about to cry but there are no tears in her eyes. Her heart’s running a mile a minute and this was only the line to get in. “I’m not going to faint.” She assures the other, definitely not the type to collapse out of fear, but she’s definitely the type to fall, scream, and beg until she’s safely out. 

victory ╳ ⋮  ———— IT SEEMS THAT the more that roxy protests victory’s climb, the more determined he is to do it. as a matter of fact, being silent && hidden might have done her more good than her constant begging now—though whether that silence would have stopped victory is a whole other story. because his faith may have been faltering before, but he’s far too stubborn to back out of things he’s committed to. && now knowing that he has the audience that he’s been looking for only makes him all the more determined to see this thing through to the end—no matter what she says.

he will admit thought: seeing her materialize surprises him && for a moment, he feels his grip slip—enough to make his heart race, but not to let go or give up. he isn’t even sure she’s there until he sees her head poking out from the balcony && he flashes her a grin, as if asking her if she’s proud—though he knows she’s not. anyone can tell that she’s not thrilled with this situation, even though she’s very much encouraging every second of it, even if not intentionally.

even from this distance, he can see that smile ( if you can even call the way she practically grimaces teeth a smile ) but he doesn’t stop—even under threat of a miracle. “ sorry, i can’t, ” he says, continuing to climb && trying to scoot on past her. “ i’m a little busy right now. ” – [ 💡 ]

“What?” His refusal comes as a surprise, having expected that once she physically appeared it would cease his actions (or at the very least consider it.) However, Victory’s stubbornness was far greater than she had anticipated and she watches with raised brows while he continues his trek upwards. “Do you just plan on climbing all day?” She questions, not expecting an answer and trying not to pry into his thoughts, but it only leads to the others spectating to nag at her more ‘human’ approach. 

Surely someone would eventually spot him and call police or emergency services. She tries to reason with not only herself but it doesn’t do much to appease anyone. “Do you need to keep climbing? What’s your reason this time aside from—” Shoulder raise, “I felt like it.” Her eyes roll, head falling on tilt while she watches and anticipates his answer. Knowing Victory, he’d probably retain the same ambiguity from their last encounter and the thought of it already has her sighing. 

“i just wanna see anything. if i get spooked, that’d be great. it’d mean there was something worth getting spooked over,” she said lightly. ava wasn’t really scared of too many things, and definitely not something she didn’t think actually existed. so if she managed to get scared, that would definitely make her happy. “do you know where to get gear like in the shows?” she asked, a little doubtfully. “because obviously that’d be better than just talking to air like a jackass.” 

Lower lip jutting out in a not so subtle pout for but a few seconds is her immediate response to the words spoken by the other. Sure, she didn’t necessarily believe the stories - not completely, anyway - but a small part of her did. After all, all stories originated from somewhere. 

     “Yeah, exactly, they’re made to scare you! And it worked!” A giggle leaves her, hand rising and shoving playfully at Noah’s shoulder before the female wraps her arms tight around her own middle, effectively pulling her warm jacket even closer in an attempt to block the chill. At least it wasn’t too bad - several beers had certainly warmed her core a little. It helped. 

Nari can’t help the brief snort of laughter at such a comparison, and oddly enough, it helps her feel at least a little better about everything.

          “Too Cheesy To Be True is basically what you just said. I’m calling your bullshit on that one. Have you never seen Cabin In The Woods? The villains thrived off cheesy shit!” but she’s grinning, taking away any possible trace of seriousness of her words. There was no need to look back herself, so instead she simply shrugged. “Or we could speed up, let the drunks fend for themselves.” It’s a joke, of course, but the rest of their friends were a bit on the sloppy side.

He stifles a laugh, glancing over his shoulder to see how far the others were before nodding his head, “Honestly, that sounds like a better idea than being surrounded by those idiots.” Another laugh follows as he recalls the movie she mentions, eyes dropping with a tilt of his head. “You know, I actually don’t think I’ve seen Cabin In The Woods before.” Eyebrows raise, hand scratching the crown of his head before his shoulders raise. “I’ve seen bits of the movie and everyone talked about it so much when it came out—”

A scream from behind catches his attention, stopping his words and steps in their tracks as his head whips to its direction, but it was just their friends messing around. Their laughter erupting as one of the guys picks up another on his back and Noah shakes his head. He returns his attention back to Nari, “Anyway, are you cold? I can give you my jacket if you want? I’m wearing four layers.” He states, resuming his slow steps while tugging at his outermost layer— a sherpa trucker jacket— with a raise of his brow. 

Cheeks inflate as she huffs out the frustration of being proven wrong. “ It could if you chuck it too hard, or if it was me throwing it. ” She mutters under her breathe, barely audible and easily overshadowed by the start of his next thought. Her brows raise when he voices the inability to explain his situation. Bong soon wasn’t surprised. Who could come up with a logical explanation for pelting rocks at their neighbour’s window ? Especially when their previous interactions had been so curt. She’d never paid much attention to Noah. ( That was his name, right ?? ) He was a passerby in the periphery of her day, and nothing more. For no particular reason besides convenience.

He wasn’t wrong when he said it was going to sound crazy.

By the time he’s done explaining, Bong soon’s jaw is hanging in disbelief. For a moment she just stares at him, blinking blankly in an attempt to digest the information he’s handed her. The most she had expected was that he’d need a place to crash, maybe some money. The very last thing to cross her mind was being involved in faking his death. The silence ends when she’s doubled over laughing, almost hysterical at this point. 

She looked around when she straightened up, wiping away tears with the back of her sleeve. “ Where are they ? Where are the hidden cameras ?? ” She tiptoed on her feet, waving at where she’d expect a camera crew to be if this really was what she thought it was – a prank.

“ Oh wow, ” She’s clutching her stomach, the laughter causing aches by this point. “You really thought that through. You were so believable too. ” Taking a deep breath, she gestured with her hands as she spoke. “ So let’s say, for the sake of being on whatever viral video you’re filming, let’s say I believe all this. Hypothetically. And if, hypothetically, I was willing to help you out. What would I have to do ? ” She can’t even take herself seriously as she reaches over to give him a pat on the arm. “ You’re real funny, Noah. ”

He could only shake his head at her disbelief, even if it was expected, faking someone’s death isn’t technically within the realm of a mundane world and before the last few months, his reaction would probably have been the same. 

“I’m not joking.” He deadpans through her hysterics. In the last month, he’d been shot at, chased by police, robbed a bank on the other side of the world, and threw himself out of a burning car— none of this was a prank (if it was, it would have been extremely elaborate) and all the consequences that follow Nightshade is finally catching up to him. Hence, why he needed to fake his death.

Regardless of his frustration, he plays along and nods at her words. “Okay, well— ‘hypothetically’—” He motions with air quotes, “There’s a boring thing you can do like refuse to talk to whoever comes by or anything like that—” Which technically wouldn’t offer him much aid aside from delay the authorities or any other curious people and the thought has him pausing. Is it too late to use ‘phone a friend’? Making elaborate plans and escapes wasn’t his forte in the group, for he was more of the sneaky, stealing, fighting-kind-of-guy. “I take it back, don’t do that. It won’t help.”

The touch to her hand was definitely a surprise, but Sohee had played dumb countless times before for numerous of her girl friends. It just happened that her whole entourage consisted of women and girls who attracted as much attention as possible. Polished, girly, giggling, feminine, mature, fashion obsessed and up to the latest trends. It could be due to the field they worked in.

She leaned in, more than ready to play along, her fingers finding their space in between the other girl’s, her name quick to pop up in her mind, only if it would be needed. “Right, definitely not.” At least the grin she was wearing could be out on the account of her gently mocking a man trying to hit on her supposed lover, rather than her being entirely amused by the situation itself. When the man looked ready to say something else though, Sohee cleared her throat and shook her head, “Come on, it’s not a good look on anyone to be so desperate.” 

Was the guy not into any magazines on how to get girls out there? This was not the way to go. Never had been, never would be. Ara had most probably written something about this once upon a time, unwillingly, but wittingly. The man did huff and puff and storm away with whatever emotions the exchange had stirred in him leaving the air as well and Sohee was free to tilt her head towards her newfound lover with a quirk of her eyebrows. 

“So, babe, what are we having for dinner?” Coy as it came out, she still broke in a fit of giggles as soon as the words left her. She was glad it didn’t have to end up with having to push the act further, one day this would bite her in the ass, but so far, it’d never gone wrong. 

Her eyebrows raise in silent question to the male, but she has little interest in whatever he plans to do next, only nodding in agreement to her ‘partners’ words. “Bye.” Was all she says when he finally did give up, Sena Aera raising a hand to motion him away as she watches him storm off with annoyed uttering before a smug smile settles on her lips. She squeezes the other female’s fingers in a silent thanks, bursting into giggles as Sohee did. “Thank god.”  

Pulling her hand away, Sena Aera rests her elbows on the table’s edge and laces her own fingers together under her chin, “Oh? I don’t know babe.” She smothers a laugh, grinning from ear to ear. “I head the salmon here is really good.” Her head shakes, eyes dropping momentarily before sitting straighter and adjusting loose strands that fell over her eyes, “But seriously—” Reeling in her amused triumph, “The salmon here is to die for— and it goes great with pinot noir, so we can order an expensive wine.” 

      ‘  i see .  ’  simple answer  &.  although company has made effort to disengage intrigue ,  kara observes on .  older male had not taken hint ,  feigned sip of coffee all the while indiscreet leering .  ‘  a shame when people forget their manners at home.  —-  seokjin  ?  ’  slim frame leaning against chair’s back as attention turns now towards nearby barista .  immediate response as third joins with pleasant grin ,  familiarity in darker eyes beholding one who called .  she returns warm expression  &.  only falters when nudging chin in direction of creepy dude .  ‘  that man over there has been making her uncomfortable since she’s gotten here .  &.  i’m worried he may try something again.  ’  persuasion met as they overhear taller male order other to leave  &.  vacate surrounding vicinity .  bunch of bluster ,  shouted curses  &.  threats before he is finally storming out  &.  barista trails ,  making sure he’s disappeared before returning .  little one catches brunette’s glance ,  victorious wink shot back over sip of water .