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[Cassel's in his room, rearranging his drawer of scraps in some order discernible only to him. Ilia is perched on a high shelf, his eyes narrowed and tail twitching, disturbed by the commotion and looking ready to jump down onto Cassel's shoulders at any moment. As he rummages, Cassel addresses the camera; the moment he turns towards it, a bruise slides into view on his left temple, light and mottled black. He seems not to notice it.]

A few things. First of all, if anybody who's not all Admiral-ed up has a problem with the power outages, I think - I think I can make flashlights and lamps that don't need to be powered. [He's speaking specifically to Morgana here, but he doesn't know everybody's hangups, either, so he's leaving it open to the Barge as a whole.]

Second of all, has anybody actually gotten anywhere with the ship? Steering it or anything? Because this seems like it's getting kind of. Critical. [As Dean so astutely pointed out.]

Last thing - I know nobody cares right now, but we still need staff for the gym. At least one more person. If you feel like going slightly less stir-crazy while we're marooned in the middle of nowhere, apply now.

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Depends. What's his name?

[The most poker of faces.]

...he's called JB.

[why is this a question Cassel]

Okay, then he can come. If he had a shitty name I wouldn't let him in.

[Secret gym rule.]

[That is a weird rule but. Okay?]

Thanks. Give us ten minutes.

[And in ten minutes he will indeed show up with his pug. He's actually a frequent flyer at the gym - shows up for at least an hour a day, usually more, plus regular sparring with Ricki and fencing lessons with Morgana - so this won't represent that much of a disruption to his schedule.]

[In fact, Cassel recognizes him better in person than he does over the network - he's 'that guy who comes in at this time,' not Eggsy whatever, and Cassel rushes over to him, all bright smirking and enthusiasm.]

Hi, JB! [He wrinkles his nose at the pug in the same way he's accustomed to with Bowie, cocks his head at Eggsy.] Your dog's cuter than you.

[JB perks at the sound of his name and takes a couple of waddling steps in Cassel's direction in the hope of petting, which Eggsy considers a minor personal betrayal but doesn't try to stop.]

Yeah? [He cocks his head at the exact same angle, in the other direction.] Cuter than you an' all. You got a storecupboard or anythin' I need to know about?

[He lets this roll off, for one thing because it's patently true despite his legendary cheekbones, and squats down to scratch JB between the ears. Oojaboo.]

Yeah, I'll show you where it is. There's nothing really in there, but we have to have something with a key to it, you know, for appearance's sake. Nobody kicks up too much of a fight in the gym, at least not while I've been here. Fingers crossed.

Do you really need to ask?

[Are any of them NOT trying? She's been making herself sick trying. And that is pretty much all shes' doing outside of dinner shift, so....]

Do you still need a position filled?

Some of you people are really tight-lipped, okay, I thought it wouldn't hurt.

And yeah, we do. You volunteering?

I am. [She will volunteer for twelve jobs rn.]

What does it entail?

Making sure people don't beat each other up or wreck the equipment. Some cleaning. Think you can handle it?

[It's janitorial. The kind of work non-Terrans wind up with on all Starfleet vessels. And she's volunteering for this?

T'Pol doesn't let this cross into her expression, not in any easily ready way.]

I think anyone capable of physical exertion can handle it.

You too good for it or something?

It's preferable to idleness.

[Yes. She is very proud, in case...anyone hadn't noticed.]

You didn't answer the question.

[He sighs, runs his fingers through his hair.]

Look, I just don't want you fucking up morale, okay? I like working here. So don't be a dick.

[She arches an eyebrow.]

I'm not interested in passing judgement on what you do or don't enjoy.

[t'pol speak for augh just let me work]

. . . All right. Come meet me at the gym whenever, then.

And don't punch Mickey. [He just made up that rule.]

[that is bullshit cassel.]

I wasn't aware I wanted to. I'll be by presently.

[Like, super presently. She will show right up, not as evidently armed as she's accustomed to, with a dagger and a phase pistol on each hip: with Steve asleep, it's probably best not to draw attention. (She hides the dagger in her boot, now.)]

[Eggsy's just left - this is the busiest Cassel's seen the gym in a while. He wonders if Kon would be proud of him, getting all this set up, and thinks he probably would be, that he's doing something good here. Even if T'Pol does kind of creep him out.]

[He greets her with a raised eyebrow and a shrug.]

That was fast. Are you that bored?

Edited 2015-05-17 04:53 (UTC)

Nice try, Unwin. Glad to see you making the right call, though.

[Wow, okay. That's so shitty a cover that it's the opposite of one: he was probably going to let it go without too much pushing before, but now he's definitely not. That's the kind of shit his sister might say to deflect anyone asking about a fresh set of bruises on her. Mickey's eyes narrow slightly and he switches immediately to private.]

Who did that?

[It's almost resigned. Like, he knows he's going to go have to beat someone up now, so can Cassel just tell him who?]

Why do you care?

[This sharper. Since they've given up pretenses, since they're more or less in private now, why not? He doesn't need Pietro getting the other end of Mickey's temper, especially not after they've already been fighting, extra especially not with Mickey about to blow. Not like he hasn't noticed.]

Yes.

[She doesn't see the logic in denying it, except that she should be better at finding ways to - not distract herself. Apply herself. Better ways to make herself useful.]

I trust there's at least upkeep to be done here.

[He nods.]

Daily. It's not really rocket science, so, you know. I hope we can all keep up with you.

[This a little sarcastic, because so far he doesn't love her attitude, but hey. He could be meaner.]

[He blinks, a little taken aback. Does he really need to say it after all this time?]

Fuck you.

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