#stella001

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.

The moment the now infamous ‘M’ finished her speech, Dex quickly vacated the Tuscany estate. He wasn’t too keen on sticking around to ‘catch up’ with the various members of the Glasgow pack, most of which didn’t have particularly positive feelings on him. It helped that there was still some cursory work to finish up at The Pit’s new location. 

Currently, he was attempting to set up betting tables, shit he purchased from IKEA without much thought about the impossibility of setting it up. Of course, Stella was doing little to help, not that he expected much. Great partner in most things, not necessarily in getting a business up and running. He was splayed out across the floor, grunting slightly at the instructions. It was time for   a temporary break. He wasn’t giving up, he wasn’t gonna get fucking furniture get the best of him. “This shit’s really happening,” he offered, with a minor shrug of indifference. “Maybe our great, glorious leader will finally get off our fucking backs.” Though, knowing Romulus, that guy would never get the stick out of his ass. 

“Still, vamps. Talk about another shitty variable.” 

After a successful trip to Petsmart with Ryder, Skylar was feeling a lot better about the whole Donna situation. Having a pet gerbil to help take care of was still responsibility that he hadn’t exactly signed up for, but now they actually had the supplies they needed, some information they’d learned from the people at the store, and a couple books to consult if anything came up while they were outside of Google’s radius. When he got back to the ship, he made his way on over to Donna’s old cage to set up the new one and get the rest of the supplies into place. “Hey, Donna,” he greeted as he set the items down, glancing over at the cage - only to stop short when he realized it was empty. Shit, how had she gotten out? The door wasn’t open, and it didn’t look like his handiwork had been damaged. So where was she? “Uh - Donna?” It wasn’t like he expected gerbils to come when called in general, but it was a behavior he’d observed in Donna specifically. Either that, or the gerbil was eager for attention regardless of if she’d been called. He really couldn’t be sure, but he hoped whichever it was would help him locate her now.

The aroma that emitted from the bakery, could be smelt all down the street that it resided on and always tempted Emiri in through the doors to pick something up. The sourdough bread had become a firm favourite of hers in recent months and she found herself craving it toasted most mornings. Stepping through the threshold of the establishment she was greeted by a familiar face, one that knew of her true identity in Oceanside and the work she had to carry out. “Morning,” she chimed, brightly smiling at Stella who was stood behind the counter. “Normal please? also do you have any breakfast pastries left?” 

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Bryson didn’t know how long it had been since he’d seen Stella last. And by Stella, he meant his best friend’s little sister Stella. She was the kind of girl that you wouldn’t really notice because she was much younger than you, just your buddy’s little sibling that liked to tag along. It was different from having a little brother, a protegee that you can mold into your right hand man. No, having Stella around when the guys were growing up just seemed to be a nuisance. He really didn’t pay attention to her at all back in the day, and he certainly wasn’t paying attention to her the day he left for college.