[closed] I'm not in the swing of things

[alittlesweptup]

Date & Time: 12/7, morning
Location: West Wing housing corridor
Characters: Detainees and their assigned babysitters
Summary: The mutineers (+1 Jesse Pinkman) are released and given into the custody of their respective parole officers.
Warning: ~*~FEELINGSSSSSSS~*~ (daddy issues) and probably some foul language because when is that not a thing.
Notes: Catch-all for cr building if you care to use it, though don't feel obligated to tag here if you'd prefer to do things differently. If you haven't been assigned a parole officer or vice versa yet, no worries - back tagging into infinity will probably be a thing. (Additional Note: I personally fully endorse shameless threadjacking fwiw)


[The morning of the seventh, three weeks from the start of the mutiny and nearly as long since the beginning of most of the detainee's stint in police custody, finds them being officially released into the hands of their willing parole officers. There's no real paperwork, no moment where anyone gets their handcuffs taken off. Confiscated personal belongings are returned, but that's about the extent of anything resembling police formality; everything else probably seems strangely abbreviated (and maybe more than a little anticlimactic) for anyone familiar with how this sort of thing usually goes.]

Comments

[hyanaimne]

Ah, well. Welcome to our lovely moon base.

[she's pretty sure sarcasm isn't needed for Nate to figure out just how much she loves being here]

Well met, Nathan . . . I am Tempest. Though I hope no one has already spoken of me.

GOMEN.....SOMETIMES I TYPE FASTER THAN I THINK

[cyphered]

[He mocks a disgusted face, but it breaks back into the smile pretty quickly.]

Oh...I've heard such terrible things about you.

[He crosses his ankles and shakes his head. Tempest...he remembers seeing that name pop up once or twice. And since she missed his first joke...]

Kidding, by the way. I've been doing my homework, that's all.

[hyanaimne]

[this time he gets a real smile out of her, albeit a tired one, and she relaxes a little, less guarded]

And what terrible homework it must have been. So, who will you be babysitting, then? That is why you are here, yes?

[cyphered]

Kept me busy. I've had worse.

[Also kept his mind off of the fact that he was. You know. On the moon.]

Guilty. I'm here to pick up little Charlie Cutter.

[hyanaimne]

I am sure that it did.

[though, the smile widens into a grin, and she glances in Charlie's direction before back at Nate]

You poor, poor thing. You have my sympathies.

[she isn't serious, of course, but she'll never pass up a chance to take friendly jabs at Charlie. Never]

[cyphered]

[He takes it and runs with it.]

I know, I know. Its a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.

[Nate, however, doesn't look at Charlie. Not just yet.]

Sympathy though? That's a new one.

[hyanaimne]

I think that is the word? I've not ever had the ah, honor of babysitting him. [she waves a dismissive hand] Either way, you will have your hands full.

[cyphered]

[He's starting to pick up on her speech nuances, but he doesn't ask just yet. At least she speaks English.]

We go back a bit. He'll be alright.

[With or without him.]

[hyanaimne]

Ah. A friend from home, then. I'm glad.

[it's an honest statement, really. Having someone you trust looking out for you is probably the best thing any of them could hope to get out of this mess]

[cyphered]

How'd you two get acquainted?

[His hands come out of his pockets and his arms fold across his chest loosely. He seems genuinely interested.]

[hyanaimne]

[she shrugs a shoulder and leans back against the wall again]

We met on a mission, and then met again once we were back and hit it off. There is not much else to it, really.

[cyphered]

Yeah? What sort of mission?

[Hope you like twenty questions, Tempest. Nate may or may not have been looking into..."missions" of his own.]

[hyanaimne]

[as she's usually the one asking the twenty questions, she doesn't really mind]

We were sent to the beach to do . . . something, hell if I know. I was more interested in taking a look around.

[cyphered]

[...oh he likes her.]

Beach, huh? Don't suppose they give you locations when they shove you on these things.

[A beat before he adds:]

Find anything interesting?

[hyanaimne]

I do not remember this one, sadly. It was my first one and I was not too keen on it.

[Tempest, only remembering the important things. Like:]

The plants were rather interesting . . . all sorts I'd never seen before.

[cyphered]

Where you from?

[There we go -- nice easy way to ask that question.]

[hyanaimne]

Daear. [it sounds Welsh, at the very least] A country no one has heard of.

[she takes a moment to scrutinize him, though, and perks up a little in that way where one thinks they've figured out something] And you are . . . American, yes? The country to the west of England and all that.

[cyphered]

Land of the free, blah blah blah.

[Nate's brow furrows as he tries to place the name.]

As much as I hate to admit it, you've got me. Never heard of it.

[hyanaimne]

I am not surprised. From what I understand, my world is from a time before your medieval time. Before or around, I can't quite place it.

[cyphered]

I'm still trying to wrap my head around being in space, but yeah. I get it.

[hyanaimne]

Oh, dear. [she doesn't normally do this, but the lighthearted conversation is a big help. And well, sometimes she's an asshole]

If you are still getting used to that, then I will keep my hood up. Unless you have run into other manners of creature here.

[cyphered]

Well, let me think. I've met an elf. A talking dog. And we're on the moon. What else can you throw at me?

[He gives her a once-over and squints when he reaches her head, trying to figure out what he's missing. Are--her ears pointed too?]

[hyanaimne]

[awww, well that ruins her fun. She can't help but laugh, though, and reaches up to push her hood back. Yep, pointed ears]

Nothing new, I'm afraid.

[cyphered]

[Typical. At least she was nicer than Adra.]

Pffffft. Big whoop.

[He makes a waving motion like its no big deal, but in reality, he's starting to wonder again if he's hallucinating.]

You've got a much better sense of humor than the first one I saw.

[hyanaimne]

[sorry Nate, you're not hallucinating. She grins and pulls her hood back up]

To be fair, I am only half. But mm, some of them have no sense of humor at all. [be nice, Tempest]