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#Spaceport – September 21, 2018
Shane studies the image for a few moments longer before tugging his button-up shirt from over his shoulder where it sits atop his undershirt. He glances back over to Elena for a moment, the return of his dumb grin undeterred by his lack of much sleep as he tosses the shirt over her head in an attempt at waking her from her slumber.
Elena lets out a quiet grumble as she eventually stirs, tugging the shirt off her face and blinking a few times as her eyes open. With a sigh she rolls over onto her back, taking a look around until she spots Shane. "Hmnh... fuck off..." she mumbles without any real hostility as she tosses the scrunched up shirt in his general direction. "...what time is it...?" she asks uses her elbows to prop herself up, eyes straining as she
Shane snickers to himself. The shirt ineffectively hits him and falls to the floor as he tugs his Alliance undershirt on. "No idea." he answers, having to bring a sudden hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn. He pulls at the sleeves of his shirt and runs a palm across the chest in an attempt at flattening out some of the wrinkles, but it's about as effective as one might expect. "Sounds like your people are up and about, though." he
Elena reluctantly sits up with a quiet grunt, rolling her shoulders and flexing her face muscles before letting out a sigh. "Guess it's time to get up..." she mutters. She takes a moment to stretch, arms behind her head, unbothered by her lack of clothing. "Eeeeiiiiiugh... think... mhn.. I owe you some breakfast, if you wanna stick around for a few..." she mumbles after the drawn-out yawn, taking a moment to watch Shane slip into
his undershirt before scooting her legs out of bed, sitting on the edge. She blinks a few more times as she reaches for her tanktop on the floor, pulling it on. Little point changing into clean clothes before a shower anyhow. Sweatpants and socks are next up.
Shane scoops his button-up shirt up from the floor before collecting his socks and boots and retaking his spot at the edge of the bed beside Elena after she speaks up. He mulls it over in silence for the moment as he addresses his footwear, sluggishly tying his boots. "Yeah..." he says with a couple of nods of his shaved head, "...Could probably use some food in me." Boots taken care of, he glances back to Elena, shutting one eye to
shield himself somewhat from the small amount of light slipping through the cabin's viewport. "How's the hangover?" he asks as if having already assumed she's sharing in his misery.
Elena 's initial answer is just a half-sigh, half grumble as she finishes getting dressed. "Had worse..." she mumbles with a hoarse snicker. She takes a moment to collect herself, eyes closed, before standing up, wincing as she forgets about her injured leg. Hey, at least the pain distracts from the pressure in her head. She hasn't quite managed to shake sleep from her expression, but nonetheless she nods faintly towards the ladder.
Shane gives a snicker and a shake of his head in response to Elena's initial statement. With the way she was putting the drinks down last night, he'd hate to be around for one of those 'worse' nights. Of course, he's had plenty of wild nights himself, so he's in no position to judge. So he doesn't. He climbs to his feet after after her, swinging his button-up shirt back over his shoulder as he follows towards the ladder. "Coffee." he
says in agreement with a nod. "I could do with some coffee." He's not in nearly as bad of a condition as Elena, but he's certainly nowhere near as spry and upbeat as he usually is.
The door to the Jack's hangar is open, and a small flatbed truck full of hull-plating, omni-gel canisters and miscellaneous materiel is parked just outside in the snow. A ladder has been attached to the side of the ship itself, and Wrench is sitting all the way atop the ship, wearing Elena's welding mask in addition to her usual grimey jumpsuit and using a cutting torch to remove a section of damaged hull plating near the portside radiators.
Niklos is down below, silently moving removed pieces of damaged hull into a pile as Wrench tosses them down in what seems like a somewhat unsafe work environment. She's just finished with a new piece, and it lands on the hangar floor with a loud, heavy bang. Niklos stands back as it falls, and then moves in, singularly focused on his task. He's wearing sturdy black pants and a jacket as well as thick work gloves. The ship's cargo ramp sits
Elena cringes slightly as the crash of metal, though muffled, buries into her head. A quiet groan follows as she starts up the ladder, making her way towards the kitchen once she's up. They're immediately met by the smell of food and the sound of something frying. Indeed, as they enter the kitchen Senya is standing by the stove, stirring the contents of the frying pan - a spiced grain akin to rice and various local vegetables
simmering in broth. She's not wearing her coat, but the light blue jacket still covers most of her cybernetic arm - only the hand is visible, as well as the extensive scarring that covers the left side of her head. She doesn't notice the new arrivals right away - blind spot and all that.
A car pulls up just outside of the hangar, a silent presence in comparison to the clanking of tossed aside strips of the ship's hull. The door opens after a few moments and out steps Jason dressed in his usual attire: Black military boots. Black pants. Long-sleeved white shirt. And a thick, brown canvas jacket.
Jason passes a glance towards the hangar before stepping over to the driver side's back door and removing a large bag from the back seat. He tucks it into the crook of his right arm and shuts the door then proceeds into the open hangar door, slowing his movement as he begins his approach and waits to be noticed. His time on Earth taught him better than to go mindlessly wandering through a construction site without a hardhat when
Shane follows behind Elena, his reaction to the screetching metal outside not much different than hers. There's a visible wince and a tightening of his jaw as his own migraine reminds him of its presence. While the smell of a fresh cooked meal would usually invite a smile, that early morning hangover just presses the 'queazy' button. Senya's presence causes him to straighten up his posture and fall in line behind Elena as discomfort
Elena seems a little surprised to see Senya cooking, casting a glance towards the pan before calling out a tired "Ey doc..." and a faint wave as she moves over to inspect the coffee maker, glad to find some still in the pitcher. Not freshly brewed, but still hot enough. "That enough for us too?" she asks while grabbing some cups from a cabinet.
Senya looks over towards the new arrivals. "Decided to rejoin us at last, Elena?" she says in a tone that could easily be interpreted as cold, but Elena doesn't seem to take it as such. The asari's gaze falls on Shane, and she studies him with an expression that's hardly welcoming, but not hostile either. "Wrench said you had... company. He's staying for lunch?"
Niklos tosses the metal onto the pile and looks Jason's way after his name is called out. He stares at him in silence, offering no greeting in return, as if just waiting for him to say his piece. His expression is empty and distant.
Shane gives Senya an awkward wave from behind Elena- little more than a raising of his left hand before it falls limply to his side. Senya's demeanor seems to make him rethink his decision and he draws in a deep breath. "Uhh-... You know, if it's too much of a hassle I can just-..." he begins, looking between Elena and the asari as he cocks a thumb over his shoulder towards the corridor, "...pick something up on the way home. I don't
Jason shifts the bag in his arm to get a better grip which causes the contents to clank against one another inside. Clearly bottles. Niklos unenthusiastic non-greeting doesn't seem to phase him too much. He didn't expect much livliness from the crew after what they experienced. Everyone suffered losses but Niklos and Lucy were at the top of that list. While the others may have lost friends, they lost family. "Hey..." he offers as he
steps closer to the man and gives a brief glance over at all of the repairs going on. He briefly considers asking him how he's doing. But even in his mind the question sounds hollow. 'How are you holding up?' 'Oh, fine. You know, just thinking about my dead sister. You?' Nah. Let's avoid that minefield. "Looking for Lucy." he says, giving an exaggerated glance amongst the crew to display his
Elena seems slightly amused by Shane's sudden hesistance, continuing to pour coffee and letting Senya answer Shane. She hands him a cup after the asari has spoken, gesturing towards the table before heading over herself.
Senya turns her attention back to the stove. "It's no problem." she assures. "I'm Senya." she adds as an afterthought, with a quick glance Shane's way.
Wrench has just finished cutting another piece of hull, and looks over her shoulder to check that the hangar floor is clear. Upon noticing Jason she flips the welding mask up, looking down at him curiously from up above.
Jason gives an appreciative nod despite him not really being all that helpful. Still, his mood is understandable and Jason isn't about to take up any more of his time. Lucy is inside, that's good enough. He spent more than enough time on the ship to find her himself. He starts towards the ramp, Wrench catching his attention out of the corner of his eye as he does. With a glance upward, he raises his free hand to offer her a small wave
Shane's attention is pulled between the talking asari and the cup of coffee thrust into his hands. "Uhh-... Shane." he introduces once freed from Elena's momentary distraction, a small smile lagging close behind. "Appreciate it. Smells great." He glances over the asari's damage, but his gaze doesn't linger long- quickly turning to the contents of the frying pan as he mentions the food. A few tours in the Alliance and a whole lot of
Senya briefly gains the faintest of smirks, but it's gone so quickly it's tempting to believe it was never there at all. "I can't claim the same love of the craft as our... illustrious captain..." she says, her voice taking on a heaviness with the mention of Lucy. "...but I should hope a few centuries of experience would count for something." The gaze of her lone eye doesn't leave the pan as she speaks - indeed, from where Shane is
Elena takes a seat in the couch, cradling her coffee cup between her hands. The mention of Lucy causes her gaze to fall, staring down into the dark liquid. "Where-... where is Roja?" she asks, almost reluctantly, her voice catching a little in her throat.
Wrench returns Jason's wave with a gloved hand, resting the cutting torch in her lap. Being heard from where she is would require some rather loud yelling - she opts against it.
Jason affords Wrench a brief smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes before lowering his head and trucking onward up the cargo ramp.
Shane seems to ease up as Senya gets more talkative. "Well I'm not about to be picky about a homecooked meal." he says, a little bit of that usual perkiness slipping back into his demeanor, "I'm sure whatever it is, it's better than the slop I'm used to." He steps over to the couch to take a seat beside Elena, falling silent and tentatively taking a sip from his cup as they speak.
The cargo hold of the Jack looks more or less the same as it did last Jason saw it. There's no one within view inside the ship.
Senya lets out a quiet sigh. It's not really heard over the stove fan and the sizzling of the food in the pan so much as it is seen in the movement of her shoulders and chest. "The bathroom, I believe."
Elena nods a few times even though it goes unseen by Senya, saying nothing at first. She takes a small sip from her coffee. "The others get started on repairs? I'll get to work once I'm all... woken up, yeah?" she opts for, the final few words mixing with a groan as she silently hopes the caffeine will help aleviate her hangover.
Jason continues through the cargo hold unceremoniously and starts up the stairs. Even though only a few days have passed, there's already a strange feeling hanging over him at being back. And it was only reinforced by the distant expression on Niklos' face. The way the crew silently worked. It's like returning to the scene of a terrible crime in the midst of clean-up. It's not long before distant voices can be heard from the kitchen.
Shane looks between the two as he nurses his coffee. The heaviness at the mention of their captain doesn't go unnoticed. "You supposed to be out there working, too?" he asks as Elena mentions the repairs. His grin makes a brief return as he shakes his head, giving a playful, 'Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.'
Elena smirks faintly in response to Shane's words, but it's half-hearted at best. "Guess I got sidetracked..." she says with a shrug and a glance his way, trying not to let her mind dwell on Lucy right now, although her success is limited.
Senya lets Elena and Shane speaks uninterrupted, focusing on her cooking. She turns the plate off as she deems the contents of the pan ready, stirring it as the sizzling starts to calm.
Shane gives a low, tired snicker. "That so...?" he asks. He opens his mouth to say more, but the thudding of boots announces the presence of someone approaching and pulls his attention away.
Jason takes a big whiff as he enters the galley. "Hope you made enough of that for me to have a plate." he jokes, propping up a lopsided smirk as he looks Senya's way, Shane and Elena's presence going unnoticed for the moment.
Senya looks over her shoulder in the direction of the new voice, raising an eyebrow. "A lot of visitors today, it seems." she comments. "I'm sure we can spare some. I didn't realize you would be back so soon. Is this about the meeting?" she asks as she starts to retrieve a stack of bowls from a cabinet.
Elena seems surprised to see Jason. Quite aware that Shane and him are familiar she opts not to speak up just yet.
Jason gives a few shakes of his head and raises a hand dismissively to reinforce the fact that he was just joking, her comment about visitors falling on deaf ears for now. "No, no. It does smell good." he clarifies, "...But I just ate." Her question causes him to furrow his brow, a bit of discomfort creeping in. "Uhh-... No." he states, though seems to decide it might be best to bring the asari up to date since she's brought it up
anyway, "...No. I got a response from my contact with the Alliance. They'll be out here soon, but-..." another shake of his head follows, "...No. I'm just here to-... uhh-... To see Lucy." His tone grows almost apologetic as the final statement leaves his mouth. "Any idea where I can find her?"
Shane blinks a couple of times as Jason strikes up a conversation with Senya, coffee cup resting idly against his knee with a hand over top of it to keep it from going anywhere. He passes a brief, confused glance Elena's way before looking back to Jason. "Shit. Are they just letting anyone in here now?" he asks, shit-eating grin spreading from ear-to-ear.
Senya 's gaze remains focused on Jason as he speaks, her shoulders dropping a little as he mentions Lucy. She nods. "She's getting cleaned up. She should be up here soon, if you want to wait." she explains. Shane suddenly speaking up causes her attention to turn towards the table, a hint of confusion in her expression.
Jason gives an appreciative nod to Senya. "Sure thing." As a familiar voice speaks up, he turns towards it, confusion instantly washing over his face. "The fuck are you doing-... Oh." he begins before trailing off. The disheveled look. The wrinkled clothing. The sleep in his eyes. Some things never change. His gaze slowly turns to the woman beside his old squadmate, a mock sense of sympathy creeping into his expression as his eyes
meet Elena's. He draws in a deep breath and lets out an exaggerated long sigh. Taking a few steps towards them, he reaches into the bag with his free hand. "This-..." he says as the sound of bottles clanking against one another fills the room before he pulls one free, "...is to help deal with the regret." He flips the bottle in his hand to catch it by the neck before extending it towards Elena. It's a bottle of whiskey. You can
tell it's whiskey because of the big, bold, generic white font on the black label that says 'WHISKEY' as if thrown together by someone who had never used graphic editing software before. No brand. No name. No information. Just 'WHISKEY'.
Shane sucks on his teeth, giving a big roll of his eyes and a glance off to his side. "Hilarious. You're still every bit as funny as you used to be..."
Elena lets out a snort of laughter, lowering her head for a moment as a grin crosses her lips. "Gracias, but most of my regrets right now are booze-related yeah?" she says, sipping her coffee again as she looks up again. Her eyes stop on the label for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. "The fuck...? Did you make this?"
Senya starts filling up a pair of bowls with scoops of food from the pan, adding spoons to each when done. She doesn't get involved in the conversation by the table.
Jason gives a smug look Shane's way and a tilt of his head, clearly pleased with himself. "Thanks. I try." he says sarcastically.
Shane snorts. "Eh. Wasn't a compliment." he's quick to retort, though the big grin on his face remains.
Jason furrows his brow, shooting a glare Shane's way before looking back to Elena. "Wha-... No! Of course not! It's-..." he turns the bottle in his hand, tilting his head to read it almost as if to double check, "...It's whiskey! See?" he asks, turning the bottle to display the label to Elena like that should clear things up.
Elena doesn't seem particularly convinced about the contents. "Uh... huh. Right. Where'd you get that?" she asks with a glance Shane's way, as if to ask if he's always like this.
Senya grabs the two bowls she filled, taking one in each hand as she heads over to the stairs, and starts down.
Shane meets Elena's gaze and makes a show of drawing in a deep, exhausted breath to confirm her suspicions. A slow shake of his head follows.
Jason turns the bottle back to himself to read the label once again, shuffling the bag a bit in the process. The clanking that comes from it implies there's a handful of bottles in there. "Down at the market." he explains, a bit distracted as he searches the bottle for anything that may help him better make his case. When he comes up empty handed, he sighs and glares at Elena. "It's whiskey!" he falls right back on. "Sorry if we don't
have-... have-... have-..." he treads water for a moment as he realizes he has no idea how whiskey is made, where whiskey is made, what whiskey consists of, or anything potentially relating to whiskey in any way that would be valuable to this conversation whatsoever. "...Have some magical whiskey faeries that can just POOF their magical whiskey into magical whiskey bottles for us!" He lifts the bottle slightly by the neck.
"This is the real shit! Made right here on Aite. By-..." he clears his throat, "By a guy named Duke." He nods a couple of times as he returns to looking over the label with feigned interest, losing a little bit of steam. He gives a dismissive shrug as he continues, "....Probably made in his bathtub, sure, but that doesn't mean it's not good."
Elena seems baffled, just sipping her coffee in silence as Jason rambles, looking at him with a blank stare. "...I'm too hungover for this shit." she mutters with the faintest shake of her head once he's done. She seems about to say something else, but she spots Lucy out of the corner of her eye, mouth quickly closing as she swallows, any semblance of amusement quickly draining from her as the reality of the last weeks comes back to
Lucy shuffles up the stairs without any particular urgency. She's wearing a dark red button up shirt open over her gray undershirt, and jeans along with it. She seems to have come right from the shower judging by the dampness of her hair, which is loose rather than in a ponytail. Her eyes are red and puffy, and she seems to have been in the shower quite a while judging by the wrinkles on her hands. An empty bottle of whiskey -
actual whiskey - the label of which has partially peeled off from water damage - dangles in a loose grip from her left hand. Her expression is distant and it's not until her gaze falls on Jason and Shane that she stops with a slight stagger, planting a hand atop the stairs railing, focusing on the former with an unsteady gaze.
Shane bursts into laughter at Jason's ridiculous attempt at defending his purchase and Elena's reaction. "You're a fucking trip, man..." he says with a shake of his head before taking a sip of his coffee. Lucy's arrival causes him to glance her way. It doesn't take long to realize the state that she's in, and he quickly turns his attention back to Elena, swallowing hard.
Jason seems to relent a bit on his enthusiasm for defending the homemade whiskey when he notices the label is held on by tape. "I mean, it-... I tried it and it seemed fine..." he mutters. It seems like he might continue until Lucy's presence causes him to glance over to the stairs. He falls silent, his gaze turning to the bottle in her hand. Drawing in a deep breath, he forces a lopsided smirk into place. "Hey." is all he manages
at first. He didn't expect her to be in the best of spirits, obviously, but flat out drunk before noon? That might be a little too close to home.
Lucy doesn't say anything right away, just watching the three of them for a moment, holding onto the railing. "Come to... come to... t-... take that... thing out of the freezer?" she asks with a blink, focusing on Jason again.
Elena frowns at the state Lucy's in, uncertain what to do. She seems to consider sliding out of the booth to approach her, but when she addresses Jason she remains in place, partly just out of discomfort.
Jason furrows his brow, far too focused on the condition Lucy is in to immediately grasp her question, but it comes to him soon enough and gets a shake of his head. "Uh-... No. No, sorry. Just came to-... uhh-..." he draws in another breath and passes an uncomfortable glance between Elena and Shane before looking back to Lucy, "You mind if we go somewhere and talk...?" he decides on, realizing it's probably in Lucy's best interest not
Shane studies Elena for a moment before trying, and failing, to act as if he's more interested in his lukewarm coffee as he listens to Jason address Lucy.
Lucy takes a moment to process the question, but then she nods a few times, gesturing in the direction of the bridge. It's easy tell that the alcohol is affecting her movements. She lets go of the railing and heads off towards the bridge without a word, leaving the empty bottle on the table as she goes.