Remnants of the Earth

That's cute.

Turq sucked in a breath, moving a hand to his stomach and holding his fist there while he calmed himself down. Jason thought he was cute. That was a step in the right direction right? Oh, but puppies and kitten's were cute. Turq wanted to be irresistible and sexy. Maybe even handsome. A quick glance to Jason while they walked and Turquoise nodded dumbly a few moments after the comment about steak - though in reality he'd spend so long wanting to be sexy he just nodded that, indeed, this was the place where the food was.

Quietly he followed Jason after the waitress and sat opposite him.

He was huge.

Turq stared openly, eyeing his biceps and licking his lips while looking at his throat and all he wanted to do was have that for lunch and... Turq took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before focusing on his menu.

Of course he was going to get a steak sandwich. He'd already known what he was going to get but if he didn't stop staring and get ahold of himself he'd probably strip naked and present himself on the table. He was Turq. Not tart. No being a tart. Blowing out a careful breath he looked up through his hair across the table to Jason and moved the menu a little closer to him.

"I'm a pyro," He said softly. "I mostly... Heat the air." He shrugged slightly, "on the spot welding, kind of. Usually end up gross and sweaty at the end of the day." He cleared his throat and cleared his throat, looking to the waitress who was waiting patiently after placing water at their table.

"What can I get you boys?" she said brightly, glancing between the two. She either didn't know they were Pilots or she just didn't care because she had a impatient but welcoming air around her. Like she wanted to take their orders to get them their food rather than so she could just be done with it.

"I'll have the steak sandwich, as rare as you can make it with steak fries." Turq smiled and closed his menu, pushing it aside and tucking his hands under his chin and leaning forward to look at Jason a bit better. Study his features and piping up once the waitress got both their orders and wandered away.  "Do you like what you do? Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a fancy psychic mechanic more than a Pilot." There, that was a safe topic. Though Turq's eyes constantly went back to the the spot on Jason's neck where it met the shoulder. All he wanted to do was bite it.

Talking made this guy a little less scary.

He was still scary, Vaughan noted, but having a sort of conversation made it... Less. Eye contact was still hard and he carefully drew his fingers over the collar. The weight of it made him nervous and he just gazed through the bars, trying to calculate and process everything. It was difficult, of course.  Listened to the man process through why there had been bodies in space. Why there had been a fault ship.

Slowly he took his hurt hand and traced the cut on the side of his head after he'd asked his little question, felt the prickle of stitches before he put his hands back on the bars, only for his wrists to be grabbed. A sharp gasp and his heartbeat picked up, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide, his tongue darted out to lick his lips and he shook his head gently, bravado climbing up his throat.

"That's fine, but that's your title. Not your name. I-" Vaughan breathed slowly, glancing away before he closed his eyes, "I'm Vaughan." Did he tell the truth? Should he? He was already in a cage on a ship, he'd been saved from TRIM and dying in space. Would this be worse than being an experiment? What was the worst thing that could happen?

Vaughan decided it would be getting sold back to TRIM. Better to be honest now than to ... Make up a story and forget it later. "I was a candidate," He said softly, flexing the fingers of his unwounded hand, "Stage 4. Empathy. I don't know what I did but I guess I did it badly because one day I'm in my room and the next I woke up on that ship. I manipulated one of them to give me their suit and a helmet. Oxygen. And then I spaced us." Vaughan's voice trembled and this time he made as much eye contact as he could, "because dying in space would be better. I don't even know when I am or how long i was out. Or if they fucked with my brain." Vaughan turned his head, "Ever seen one of these before? The fuck is that for? it feels itchy and crusty and..." Vaughan sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

"I'd really appreciate it if you took the collar off, Captain Veyn." Guy seemed kinda high or drunk or something. If movies were anything to go by, this ship captain was constantly with ladies (and men) knew how to shoot stuff but was ultimately a good person. Potentially.

Vaughan was so fucked. He was going to die both fucked and unfucked he was so fucked. Why did he get TRIM'd. What had happened between the night in his bedroom and when he woke up on that ship. Why couldn't he remember. He paused a moment, stared off to the side to try and think of it but it just set off a sharp pain behind his eyes, crying out softly before he shook his head and finally made eye contact again. "can I have some water?"

There was something unusually soothing about Sevastian. Iri closed his eyes and reached up to rub at them before wiping his face with the back of his hand and sighing, pressing his ear to Sev's chest so he could feel the rumble in his head. Slowly, Iri opened his eyes, big and golden, looking up into the strange combination of dark and green Sev's eyes were. It felt nice to be told it wasn't his fault - it was - a tragic accident.  Still, it felt nice and Iridescent snuggled back against his chest, making sure the side of his face was pressed against the steady somewhat fluttery heartbeat.

Iri's fluttered too when the large pale man continued. It occurred to him then that, while they got along and found comfort in one another the past was in the past. Talk about past things led to work things and Iri couldn't talk about his job. The job that robbed him of his time and well being. Iri leaned back to watch Sevastian talk, eyes wide, pupils large with interest and curiosity.  Again, like a cat, Iri leaned into the hand on his cheek and he sighed, lips parting while he looked from Sev's eyes to his lips. 

The words were heard but they didn't process for a moment.

Though the situation was sad, Iridescent grinned widely, the sharp teeth apparent before he buried his face against Sevastian's chest, giving a breathless sighing laugh. Again, there were tears in his eyes when he leaned back, but he inhaled deeply and sniffed before wiping them away roughly. "I think I like the idea of that," Iri whispered, reaching to grab Sev's hand, he pulled it down to press a lingering kiss to his palm. "I can't imagine having a day job," He said softly, snuggling in, pressing his body to the warmth of the other man's. "I might get medical leave," He said softly, the guilt was still heavy but having someone to talk to about something else eased it.

 "Want a roommate for a few days? I don't think we've spent more than a few handful of hours together at a time," Iri frowned and looked away, recalling that the last time they'd been together had been the situation that caused this event. Iri chewed on his lip and glanced away, flushed. "For the record," His voice went lower and softer, "I think you'd be wonderful family."

For some reason, it never occurred to Cordelia that Mars was as strong as he looked. Stronger, even. When he sat up, he took her with him, light as a feather. She blinked at him, sleepy still, eyes lifting slowly before falling closed for a moment in a lame attempt at resisting just resting her head on his shoulder for five more minutes of sleep.

Cordelia pushed her hair over her shoulder, the black strands getting tangled between her fingers while Mars spoke. Edanith. A confused look was on her face and she just... Watched him. Watched him watch her and she frowned slightly and pursed her lips.

"Edanith?"

She'd never been there before, but she'd heard stories of it. "I think that's the... "She rose a hand to press her index and middle finger against her temple, "They put something in mages so they can't do magic. And... Someone uses it for them?" Cordelia shrugged, she'd never been interested int he details so all she knew was the basic storyline to Edanith. "Slaves," She said softly before lifting her head and looking up at Mars, taking in his image.

Slowly her real hand lifted up, drew her thumb over his chin, cupped the side of his face. "Do you want to talk about your dream? You know it was just a dream, right? Nothing in it happened while you were sleeping." She tried to smile, ignoring that when she dreamed it was usually some long forgotten memory clawing it's way to the surface. "C'mon," She gave his shoulder a squeeze but made no attempt to remove herself from his lap, "Let's get food, a ship and we can get you to Edanith and as long as you're not a mage - you're not a mage, right? - we'll be fine. I think. I probably have a criminal record but last I heard Edanith used horses still."

Cordelia, of course, had heard incorrectly.

Thank all sorts of fuck that she'd pointed the gun away.

Sera watched her, trying to keep the weariness from his eyes and his posture relaxed and unassuming. If he was calm, collected and not afraid, she would... Also be that? Hopefully? The incubus even did his best not to look at her parts that were just out there in the open still, even moved to hold it up to cover her better. 

The question caught Sera off guard and he blinked at her, eyes wide for a moment before he just frowned at her. What happened to the earth? Sera took a hesitant step forward, shoulders back and calm and he moved towards the woman slowly because he was very interested in putting her tits away.

"Well, a lot's happened." He said softly, more slow steps towards her before he was right in front of her and placing the towel against her shoulders. There was something sexier about someone who was only partially dressed. The boobs were put away now, but having the towel draped over them and the naked shoulders. Sera stared at her throat, watching her pulse before he remembered he was answering a question. "Pollution. Killed all the life-stuff. And then it kinda snowballed. Dragon's took over. Made a dome. Now they're the leaders, Edanith is sorta green but not really and Libra is a space station."

Sera pat her on the shoulders and took careful steps back. "So... How long were you in that statue for?" He pat at his chest, slowly moving down, patting the pockets of his butt before he finally found a chunk of that jade he'd taken earlier. "We found you in this and you were kinda dirty so i gave you a bath," Sera shrugged like it wasn't a big deal and she was totally able to process all of this. "My room is your room. Welcome to your new home?"

Annaluna's head was pretty buzzed and she noodled off and away from Virgil's lap, flopping off to the side so her legs were rested on his lap and her body was flopped out onto the couch. The world was spinning and all she could think of was Arek and how if the kids biological father didn't make ie through candidacy, how... Would he? Annaluna pressed her palms to her eyes and took a deep shaky breath.

"I know. But I never saw his dad again after he left to be a candidate and..." Annaluna sighed and curled onto her side, shifting so her friend was smooshed against her belly so she could press her face into the back of the couch, "What if I never see him again? He's such a good kid."

There were so many hands.

His breath was so hot he could feel it in his mouth, heating up his tongue and his lips.

The only thing he could remember was being pulled out of his room, dazed and confused. Tired. Dragged out of his bed from a dead sleep, knocked out. There wasn't much after that except a few faces he couldn't remember, garbled voices that will haunt his nightmares forever. Asleep again. Pounding headache. Unable to move. Strapped down and helpless. Vaughan gasped softly, eyes opening slightly and he finally got to look up and see where he was. Small. Cramped.  There were three people around him, all done up and looking like doctors. Name tags?

Why were they all named...

TRIM.

"Fuck, he's awake."

The voice was muffled and Vaughan tried to move, jerk his arms. Anything.  The beeping he could hear distantly let him know how fast his heart was racing. Calm. Calm and silent. Calm. Vaughan willed himself to be calm. The beeping slowed and he opened his eyes again to look up at the ceiling again. He could be calm. All calm. The people in the ship stopped moving and... Three of them. Calm. Just looking. Just breathing. He was a candidate. Had been a candidate. Psychic. Why didn't he have any dampening things? The beeping picked up again from the heart monitor and the people shuffled. Deep breaths. Psychic. Not a Pilot. He could manipulate them though, right? Fuck he didn't want to go to TRIM. He didn't want to die.

Process later. Survive now. There was no surviving if he ended up in... Fuck.

Vaughan took a deep breath and focused. Focused on convincing them he felt too important to keep strapped down. Too important to cart away. Zombies to their emotions. The clicks of the straps on his arms let him know it had worked and he moved quickly, glancing at them and just ... More calm. Important. Shit, could he make people sleep? No. They wanted to panic, he could feel it but... Calm and maybe even happy he was out. Vaughan quickly got the straps off his legs and sat up, shaking his hair out of his face and looking to one of the TRIM guys.

"You," He said nodding to the one closest to him, "Give me your suit." Vaughan licked his lips and looked away, ignoring the headache that he could feel pounding in his ears, the way his eyes throbbed. The person slowly removed the suit, a fair haired man who didn't look older than mid twenties. Vaughan removed the weird hospital gown and stood naked for a moment, panting with the effort to keep them all in a trance. Slaves to their emotions and their calm. He wouldn't be able to kill all these people but he would rather die in the vacuum of space than be some guinea pig. Poke his brain and watch him kick.Tears welled up in his eyes when he pulled the other guys void suit on, the pain from the headache, the low key terror at just jumping into space to commit suicide.

Still better than TRIM. What had he done to deserve TRIM? Process later. It'd be fine.

Vaughan wriggled in the suit so it fit more snug and placed the helmet on,grazing the side of his head in the process. A sharp pain and he hissed, pressing his fingers to stitches at his temple. No, panic later. He pulled it on looking out from it like he was wearing one giant sunglass on a hat. Calm. Calm. Vaughan went to the emergency cabinet for the extra oxygen tanks. He frowned at it and took a breath, "How long do these last for?"

"Five hours," the now naked TRIM orderly replied, gazing at him like someone who was sleep talking. It was all a dream. A calm dream. "The suit will keep your temperature regulated for three and then you'll start losing body heat. It's not for space walks but you won't die immediately."

Minimum three hours of watching death approach. Vaughan pulled the oxygen on, head throbbing with pain and now that he noticed the stitches at his head those hurt too. Everything plugged in. Spaced.

Still better than TRIM.

Anything was better than TRIM.

Made sure the suit was secure. Made sure the gauges were good. Five hours of oxygen. Three hours before he just started to freeze to death. A quick glance around at the three people. They might have had families. People who loved them. Fuck that though. Vaughan didn't want to be in TRIM. Didn't want to be a test subject.

It was auto pilot. His hand went to the emergency button for the door. He asked the person closest to him what the code was and Vaughan put it in, swallowed carefully and hit the button that would open the door and end four lives. It was fast. Too fast to think about and Vaughan had his eyes shut when he finally felt weightless, sucked into the vacuum of space. He didn't want to see the person he stole the suit from die. Calm. Vaughan projected calm as long as he could, even though he wasn't feeling it. Vaughan opened his eyes and watched a blank eyed body slowly float past his face. Eyes shut again. Don't breath too hard. Don't panic.

Vaughan felt a sob gasp out of him and he squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a breath and holding it while he floated to his death. Still better than TRIM. His head still hurt and he chewed on the inside of his cheek when he felt his eyes burn from tears. He wanted to be back home. Waking up and going to classes and expecting to be a Pilot. Now that would never happen. How could this be his future? Had anyone even noticed he was gone? Did they care?

"Aspen
Pizza lovin' Aspen
How do you get to love it so much
when it's just crust and tomatos and cheese
Ooooh, Aspen
Secretly, deep down, we know pizza loves you too
because you had to make this date
to get some inside you.
Pizzaaaaa, Pizza lovin' Aspen"

He was unaware that the suit had its own distress signal that broadcasted what he was saying as well as a mayday when it got too far away from the ship - that was still on auto pilot to TRIM. So, for as long as he was able, Vaughan sang songs and did his best not to cry because suffering in silence had never been his thing anyway.

The few times he opened his eyes to look at anything, Space was neat looking. He'd have liked to have been part of the Adstreia squad, even though he wasn't an engineer of any kind. Or scary. Maybe a Scorpion with Jonesy. Vaughan kept himself calm while he paused between singing songs, distracting himself again and wondering if he was upside down or sideways.  The sooner he started feeling cold, the better. Fall asleep.Hypothermia and he wouldn't even know he was dead.  He'd have liked to have done more. Being semi-famous was neat. He could have done more. Changed more. He had nothing now. Was nothing.

Nothing but the fog his hot breath made on the inside of his helmet.

Nothing but a little frozen song bird in space who didn't want to watch the distance spin.

It didn't take long for Cordelia to pass out. It never did. If there was a super power that Cordelia had besides knowing how to Pilot a ship, it was falling asleep. Cramped space? Pass right out. Loud? Pass out. Man with arms curled around her making noises and kinda moving around a bit? Pass out. Though, the most current of sleeping situations was in fact the most comfortable. Her face was pressed to his chest and she could hear his heartbeat in her dreams.

Like usual, they weren't pleasant dreams. They weren't bad either. Always, always, she woke up uneasy. Remember that the world looked like it had been underwater. Faces. Cordelia was convinced she lived a life as a fish in her dreams because she knew she was always underwater. Woke up thirsty for air and her eyes snapped open, one leg thrown over Mars's waist, her head pillowed on the middle of his chest, heart beat thumping away in her ear.

Cordelia didn't move, didn't want to leave the warm pillow with the comforting noise but...

Was he having a nightmare? Maybe? Cordelia gathered her hair over her shoulder so she didn't pull on it and moved slightly to wriggle upwards and rest her head on his shoulder, watching him.  Having been resting on her side, she moved her real flesh and blood hand to rest on the middle of his chest. Observing more than seeking to help.

Pale golden eyes were on his blue when he finally snapped them open and Cordelia moved her thumb up and down in a lame attempt to be comforting. "Are you okay?" Cordelia's eyes were hooded and sleepy and she breathed slowly before resting her head on his shoulder again, tired. Exhausted. Going back to sleep would be easy and she had a keen interest on doing so. "You looked like you were having a nightmare. You awake now?"

Big deep breaths.

Turq glanced away and chewed on his lower lip, flushed brightly because he'd let his mouth run away from him and that was too much too soon. Sometimes people didn't like when other people came on too strong and... Glancing at this Jason person, Turquoise could see that's exactly what had happened. Nervous and quiet and awkward 'yeah okays'. He scuffed his boots into the ground and tried to tuck his hands away, head down, ears drooped.

The last thing he wanted to seem was stupid and needy. He just... Turq took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Underneath all the metal and dragon smell was something so wonderful and so familiar he wanted to bury his face in it. The worst part of all of that was he knew it was Jason and he knew what it meant and he knew that with what he'd just done getting any of that would be near impossible.

Maybe Jason wanted to be woo'd? Could Turq woo?

"Hah?" Turq said, eyes wide and staring up, confused. What? His brain rewound the converstion and he processed the question. "Oh... Um...  Four? Years? Since I graduated. This is my first year actually... On the dragons. Before I just repaired parts. Now I'm checking the parts for work done and installing them." He cleared his throat and looked down again, feeling silly and stupid that he'd let his animal brain run away from him but... He really wanted to climb Jason like a tree and just curl around him like a snake.

"If you still ... Um... Wanted to grab lunch with me it's just this way," and Turq turned around and slowly started to make his way, not truly going until he'd heard the much larger's guy move behind him. "What do you do? You're... Huge." Turq looked over his shoulder and exaggeratedly looked Jason up and down, making a point of moving his head and flicking his hears back. A little tick tock of his tail because this was one yummy guy and calm... Be calm. Jason clearly wanted to be Woo'd. Turq can woo. "I can woo," He whispered to himself quietly, eyes stuck on Jason's throat after he'd asked him his question.

"Are you in a squad? You look kind of familiar." of course, Turq was thinking of Jackson but... Human's kinda all looked a like to him.

There were a few things that Sera didn't feel.

Deep emotional attachments, guilt, pity and finally shame. Sera washed the strange woman carefully, frowning and curious about what exactly she was. Why she was in a statue. How she was alive. He contemplated taking her to a doctor of some kind, getting her checked over by someone who knew medical crap but... Nah. They thought he was fucking her corpse in here. Bringing in a doctor would get him unwanted attention from his crew and while they didn't worry him, the last thing he wanted was to have his crew question him and - oh holy shit.

"uuuuh,"

Sera blinked his eyes eyes widely, lavender going to lime green. His breath caught and his hands went lax while he watched the newly awoken woman.

"Well there goes all the corpse fucking I was going to do," He said simply, more for his own entertainment than anything else. Who would be an audience to his quip?  Not this chick! Sera sighed and lifted his hands to explain more fully but then she moved quickly and... Was threatening him with his own dildo. He stared confused for a moment before his cheeks actually heated and he'd cleared his throat. "You know, I meant to put that away after I was doing with it," Still, he leaned away ever so slightly and moved a hand to try to bat it out of hers.

That had been in his ass. No fuckin' way did he want it by his face. Sure he'd cleaned it but... There was no passion right now to blur the line between 'sexy' and 'gross' and he made a lame attempt to bat it away again, ignoring the panic and stress the woman was feeling. Mostly he tried to recall if he'd closed and locked his door and once he'd done that he just... Watched.

Sera grunted when the rubbery penis hit him in the chin and he growled slightly at the ensuing wave of water from her frantically getting out of the tub. Eugh. Now he was wet. His arms were wet and now his entire bottom half was wet and the floor was wet and... Sera sighed and closed his eyes, tipping his head back and standing up to follow the frantic run into the bedroom. Lazily he followed her, expression neutral.

"Now listen," Sera said, hands up in a mock show he had no weapons.

Though her outburst of old common made him confused. The fuck was that? Was this chick for real? Sera frowned at her, blinking widely. He knew some of the language but he frowned while he tried to remember it. Eeeh? Eh.

"My name?" Sera said, tilting his head before he looked over at the wall, ignoring her held gun and moving to press against the wall. A compartment opened up and he withdrew a fluffy blue towel, holding it open in his arms like he was expecting a hug. His eyes ran up and down her form, he wasn't hungry but he could still appreciate a sexy living body that super duper wasn't a corpse - Score.

"Sera." He nodded his head at her, lifting an eyebrow.

"It's cold," He looked her over again, wiggling the towel at her. "C'mere and we'll get you a meal and a nap or.... Whatever you want." Another wiggle of the towel and he sighed. Now he was cold and his ass was cold and his junk was cold and he was suspecting bringing this girl here was a mistake.  She already broke his favourite shower buddy.