#beck001

Date: Late March, 2023 Location: KBW - Observation Room

So far, working on a smuggling ship was shaping up to be a deeply confusing experience. It was quite thrilling (in a terrifying sort of way) to be able to say now that he had been to Earth, though the trip had hardly seemed focused on smuggling at all - instead, the crew had gone to see... a concert? Daniel had never heard of My Chemical Romance prior to joining up on the Prosperity, but he could now safely say that some of their music was a little frightening. He’d quite liked some of the theatricality seen on stage though, so it had been a good experience overall. Until the subsequent realization that the crew had accidentally smuggled a human, somehow. That had led to several days of solid panic, during which Daniel’s primary focus had been getting through the day with his work done and sanity in place. Knowing that there was some sort of plan that seemed likely to keep everyone out of jail had helped on that front, at least enough that he was able to start enjoying life somewhat again alongside being terrified of the turn his had taken.

Being at the Kuiper Belt Waystation again helped as well. It wasn’t solid land, not even close - but still, it was quite nice to have a bit more room to move around as compared to the typical living and working space on the Prosperity. With the plants on the ship tended to and the cleaning that was his responsibility done, Daniel had a bit of time to himself, and so he made his way over to one of the KBW’s observation rooms - viewing the galaxy was one of the activities at the waystation that was in the range of what he could afford (free). Better still, there was a good amount of open space - and with the smuggling event over, he had the observation room to himself for the time being. After looking out at the stars for a bit, he got out his comm and began playing some of the Taylor Swift music that Ryder had shown him, through his earbuds so as not to be a disturbance. Truly though, there wasn’t anyone around... maybe now would be a good time to get some dancing in. With space limited on the Prosperity, he’d have to take his opportunities when he could find them.

The downside to having his earbuds in was that he didn’t notice as quickly as he otherwise might have when he was no longer alone - he jumped, startled when he saw a fellow crew member, and promptly stopped dancing. “Oh - sorry! I hope I wasn’t in your way,” he said sheepishly. He had been between them and the observation window, technically, though there was still plenty of space to see around him.

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okay, so maybe he shouldn't have been out at a bar two hours after giving up three goals and being pulled, but his roommates had definitely watched the game and the last thing he wanted right now was to go back to people trying to reassure him it hadn't been that bad. it had been that bad. he just needed to turn his brain off for a while and forget about his bad game. unfortunately, the tv behind the bar was showing highlights of the game. ty'd changed into jeans and a simple henley and pulled the red sox cap he kept in his locker on before leaving the rink, so no one had noticed him...so far.

as the third goal replayed on the screen, he ordered another beer and turned in his seat so he wouldn't have to watch himself from four hours ago skate dejectedly to the bench. "so," he said to the person next to him. "you come here often?" ty cringed at himself, his nose wrinkling. "that wasn't a pickup line. i'm not looking to date right now. i actually have..." a fake girlfriend? a hookup buddy he'd almost texted earlier in the night to go hang out because he missed her? ty was beyond grateful for the drink placed in front of him. he took a large gulp and then a deep, steadying breath. "...no filter. just, you know, wondering what brought you here tonight.' that was...a little bit better. he guessed.

The crew had been hard at work in Hong Kong, but it wasn’t like their mission was without downtime. Sky was on one such break now, and had found himself out and about in the city with Beck, who’d had a similarly-timed break in her day. The hustle and bustle of the city was invigorating, and they’d been here a short enough amount of time that he was still pretty excited by all the things to see and do. Speaking of sights - passing by some kind of toy store, he was a little surprised to see a plush that looked a little like... yeah, that was Shrek. “Hey, look. It’s our close personal friend.” 

Alanna’s supported the Foxes since day one, but she’s not the only one now. Her orange sweaters and ribbons, once markers of the cheer team no one cared about, help her stand out the way she likes now. And Alanna, despite her best intentions to study this week, isn’t able to say no when someone actually invites her to a party that she isn’t already hosting. It’s an honest to God house party. That’s the cliche of college life, and she can’t pass it up.

Unfortunately, for all that shiny brand new energy, it’s also terrifying. She’s used to the Vixens; she trusts them. But these are only her classmates, people she hardly knows, and she can’t tell where she stands with them. Do they like her? Was this a pity invite? They haven’t invited her out before tonight, after all. 

It means that by the time she’s on her way out, Alanna’s had more shots than intended, all in the name of liquid courage. It leaves her warm and giggly and a little dizzy. It also leaves her willing to follow any silly whim, and that’s how Alanna ends up in the dining hall right before they close for the night, her plate loaded with their signature chocolate chip cookies.

“Beck!” Alanna says, too loud and too bright as she makes her way over to this familiar face. Beck’s a Fox; she’s a Vixen. That makes them friends, right? Alanna sits down at the table beside Beck, practically collapsing into the cheap plastic chair. “Have you had their late night cookies? I don’t know how they do it, but they’re always warm. Here, take one of mine.”

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