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[rumbling]

WHO: maine ( rumbling ) + you
WHERE: random places on the ship
WHEN: throughout the day on dec 11
WHAT: idek
WARNINGS: nothing at this time, will update if necessary!


( ATRIUM )

[ He can't say he ever expected to be in space again. Not after everything that's happened. Hell, he wasn't even expecting to see land again. But, shit changes and life is often unpredictable. And now here he is. Apparently living aboard another ship, traveling through space like he has some sort of purpose. Maine doesn't know what that purpose even is. And after dealing with Project Freelancer and all the bullshit the Director did, he's not really inclined to believe he has some purpose with some faceless crew in the middle of outerspace.

Trust issues? You bet.

After orientation and locating his bunk ( it's all so goddamn familiar but so different ), he sets out to get the lay of the ship. Though Maine did give a few moments of hesitation in whether he should wear his armor or not on the friendly walk-about, he decides against it. Instead he swings by the first store he sees and purchases a few different clothing items; the charcoal grey hoodie is put on before he even pays for it, hoodie up and not suspicious at all.

After exploring certain areas, he winds up in the atrium. It's... nice, in certain ways. Something that probably would've been nice to have on the Mother of Invention. Eventually he settles on a bench by one of the ponds and—are those ducks? Weird that this place has animals just wandering around. They waddle and quack their way over and Maine gives a threatening rumbling noise in return. It doesn't deter them, however, and the next thing he knows, he has a bag of breadcrumbs and ducks all over, eating and quacking happily, even going so far as to join him on the bench in their quest for more.

This is not going as planned. And who the hell gave him this bag of bread, anyway?! ]

( TRAINING ROOM )

[ Later on towards whatever counts as evening in this ship, Maine hits the gym. At this point it's completely necessary to work off some pent up aggression. It's not that he's mad or anything, but there's just some shit he needs to work through and being trapped around all these people isn't doing much to stave off the aggression levels.

So, he's going to take it out on some punching bags. And the weight machines. Probably the pool, too. Want to race? Let's go, buddy. Eventually, though, if anyone is milling around the boxing ring, he's going to gesture to himself, to them and then to the ring. Wanna go a few rounds? ]

( ETC. )

( feel free to throw anything my way or get me on plurk ( honnleath ) if you want to discuss sth specific!! )

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atrium

[straycloud]

[ Maine isn't the only one drawn in by the resident fauna. Ducks! He's never had any reason to be too overly fond of them, in truth, but they're somehow more interesting now that he's so out of touch with Shangri-la. It's a nice bit of home, in a way.

For that matter, a large, muscular man who looked nothing like the sort to offer kindness to small things doing exactly that is familiar in its own way, too.

He wanders over without a hint of hesitation. While he stands out a bit in his white robe and bamboo rakusu, his body language is almost absurdly mild in contrast. ]

When you woke up today, did you think 'I'm going to adopt all the ducks?' That's a nice ambition.

[rumbling]

[ It's his own fault for sitting here. It's his own fault for accepting the bag of bread. It's his own fault for staying here instead of leaving like he should. And he knows people exist out there that aren't afraid of him. Least of all when he's sitting here, quiet and unassuming and feeding fucking ducks.

Maine looks over with a flat expression on his face thay clearly says no, this is not how he imagined his day was going to go. This isn't how he imagined any part of his life to go.

Still, with that same expression on his face, he offers the bag. Someone save him from himself. ]