Log: Whistle while you work

[tillinghast]

WHO: Crawford and Yondu
WHAT: Lovecraftian scientist meets cosmic redneck.
WHERE: Floor 6 Room 601
WHEN: Backdated to Arrival
WARNINGS: idk, will update.


Crawford upon arrival had not gone straight to his room. In fact he spent the whole first day or two exploring, signing up for a job and just in general learning his surroundings. It was around the morning of his third day that he had finally found himself outside of the door which opened for him. Taking a breath he walked in. He had nothing with him outside of the clothes he arrived in, and the bandage on his cheek.

Stepping in he blinked a bit. Everything was so different, more like a dorm, or like something in futurisitic sci-fi.

"Um Hello." He spoke with that touch of shyness. His eyes widening when he saw the man already in the room. Was... was he blue? What was that on his head.

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[yondu]

Yondu had gotten a notification earlier on his phone that he had an incoming roommate. He mostly ignored it, just tossing the phone off to the end of his bed and settling back to continue watching some vapid show or another on his computer. One of those 'value of this so and so heirloom item' things. He figures he can use it to his advantage if he goes back to stealing.

He doesn't even look up as Crawford comes in.

"Yeah." He says instead of appropriate Hellos, hands behind his head and boots still on as he lays stretched out along his sheets, head propped up lightly by his pillow.

[tillinghast]

Crawford needed just a moment. That was certainly a large blue man chilling across his bed. And with his boots on no less. What the hell was he watching? After a silent second he walked over and sat on the edge of the other bed looking at the other man realizing it was rude as hell to stare.

He was a grown physicist whose stared down eldritch horrors.

"So, when your show is over, maybe we can talk?" he didn't want to be rude of course. Even is staring was hella rude.

[yondu]

Yondu sits up then, looking around the room, continuing to be blue. He looks around the room. "Why, somethin' wrong?" And when he talks? It shows the edges of his teeth are sharp. So he's blue and has sharp teeth.

Two things going for him. Still, not Eldritch horrors though.

But he just figures it's to ask some roommate terms or somethin'. Whatever, he's got it.

[tillinghast]

He's not an Eldritch horror but Crawford is still stunned. What the fuck has he stumbled upon. Yet, the man doesn't seem that strange.

Hell, he's more strange these days. He moved and quietly sat on the the of the other bed. and shrugged softly. He was a soft man after all. "I... just thought you might like to set rules, or have introductions. All of my past roommates had many rules."

[yondu]

"Alright." He looks around, mouth twisting up as he's figuring it out.

"Mine are pretty easy. Don't shit or piss on my side of the room." His standards are remarkably low. "Don't mess with my tools without askin'. Hate when I lose 'em."

He points over to his tool box.

"I'll figure out the rest as it comes up I reckon." And then he squints, thinking. "You're a Terran too, ain't ya? Never seen a Centaurian before." Because he's got what Yondu has come to recognize as the 'Why is that man blue?' face.

[tillinghast]

Crawford's eyes opened a bit wider. "I...I wouldn't do that, so that's fine." He nodded to ghe next rule. "That I fully understand. Losing tools is a headache." He was always misplacing screwdrivers he was using on the Resonator anyway.

"Oh, from earth?" He's read enough books to know Terra is a name used for earth in a lot of literature, so he assumes not. "No, if that is your race, I have no. I'm sorry if I've been staring, its just very new to me. My name's Crawford by the way." he knows a message probably came through but it's good manners.

[yondu]

"Yondu Udonta." Yondu informs him, but doesn't offer a hand to shake because he doesn't think to.

"So what do you want? Figure it's general 'don't leave food out for a week' stuff I figure?"

Honestly he had very lax standards on the ship, but enough to keep pests from having too much to thrive on. Though in the back of his mind he is wondering what the flying fuck a resonator is. He'll figure that out and if it's worth somethin' later.

[tillinghast]

"...actually I think those are good enough rules. I don't really have any rules... I am just used to people having a lot."

He admitted almost timidly.


"Sorry I interupted your show. That's all I wanted. Mr. Udonta."

[yondu]

Not that Yondu is particularly sociable or the like, but he does notice that his roommate seems a bit...

Well, at least socially cowardly.

"Nope. I don't reckon I need much. But I reckon you might need to put a little bass in your voice to be dealin' with some o' the people around here."

He's seen how people talk to each other.

[tillinghast]

He'd never been the most assertive man, but after the monsters he's still a little fragile at best.

"...Yeah, I know." He spoke before looking a little embarrassed. "I'm working on that." He explained as he sat awkwardly looking over to Yondu. "I saw some stuff back home that's made it a little harder to speak up... I think it'll pass with time." Though he took the suggestion as a good thing in truth.

The man's blue skin no longer weird knowing he's from another world.

[yondu]

"People don't give a shit about what you been through when they think they can talk over ya. But maybe you got a point. This ain't a place where people care much for people speakin' up. Don't know if you been warned yet, but the government don't take it easy on nobody who says somethin' they don't like."

Yondu either doesn't seem to care much, or he's used to that kind of thing. He can easily go on the run if he needs to. That's how he's lived much of his life. This guy seems a little softer than that.

[tillinghast]

Crawford fidgeted with his sweater sleeves. "I was warned yes, keep my head down, don't bring attention to myself. It's no worse than going to Miskatonic." He murmured. Remembering once getting ripped into got touching that cursed book in the library.

"I won't be a problem." He added before finally seeming to be easing up as he tugged off his sweater, under it was a buttoned up wrinkled white shirt with a strange pink stain on it, and another shirt under it. But once the sweater was off he started to untie his shoes.

[yondu]

"You know, sometimes it's better to be a problem. I ain't passin' judgment. Just sayin' don't be a fool."

Being a problem can be good, so long as you're a problem for the right people. Better than being a benefit to the wrong ones.

[tillinghast]

He nodded quietly, pulling one leg up to lean on, one sock was mismatched, and his collar half up and half down and his hair looking messy as ever. A prime example of frazzled scientist.

"I try not to be, I'm smarter than I look I promise. I just have to regain my footing. I've seen a lot of death in the past few days, my own included, It didn't stick but, I'm still in a bit of shock." He admitted.

[yondu]

Honestly Yondu barely can bring himself to care about socks. But he does notice the guy is messy as hell.

"Well if you're dead, you might need a shower. 'Cause I reckon that's what dead people do here. Bathroom's right there."

Because he was dead too when he showed up, frost still lining his uniform coat. But that part? He doesn't discuss. Why should he? Isn't like anybody'd care. Not really.

[tillinghast]

That was something he would have to sadly get used to. Crawford was forever messy in appearance. It was why he wore the sweaters to hide it.

"You know... that's probably a good idea." It really was, he pushed up off the bed to go on and unbutton his shirt, his old Misaktonic shirt had the same kinda pink stain on it but he had it and his corduroy pants left on with his socks. "I'll be back soon then, Yondu."

[yondu]

"Boy, I ain't got no shower curfew. Take as long as you need." Yondu lightly sasses as Crawford goes, generally gesturing after him.

But as he does, he turns on another channel. This time something about cybernetic surgical equipment and their applications. It seems a little above someone with Yondu's manner of speech, though whenever Crawford comes out his attention is rapt.

[tillinghast]

When Crawford came back, his hair was combed back out of his face, a new bandaid on his cheek and dressed in a newer white t-shirt and the same pants, hearing the jargon he walked over, ignoring the slight drip of water from his hair as he paid mind to what Yondu was watching.

He grabbed the desk chair turning it backwards so he could lean against the back of it, easily zoned into it.

"Fascinating."

[yondu]

"Yeah, they really enjoy their cybernetics here. Seems like the only parts that fully work is the ones they give you. Magic tattoos, cybernetic attachments and the like. If you come in with anything seems like it needs some upgradin'."

Yondu sits up properly, finally. He really wonders how hard it would be to steal some of this stuff.

[tillinghast]

"It makes a certain amount of sense. They would want to be able to know we can't over power them. I mean, people with power. I just use we in the wide spectrum." He added as he watched a little closer. "I would be curious to see how those cybernetics work."

[yondu]

"Yeah, it's about what I expect."

Subconsciously he reaches up and rubs a spot on his neck. One where an inhibitor had kept him reliant on Kree permission to use his yaka arrow. Something they gave him, but still deprived him of the power to use it.

He drops his hand away from it. "It'll probably be easy to look into. Won't take long."

[tillinghast]

"Well, maybe I can talk to someone in the feild, I'm just a lab tech now but its possible. Maybe I can find out more." He more mused aloud than anything.

[yondu]

"I don't reckon you'll be able to do much. That's fine. Ain't like I can aim much higher at this point."

He talks like a resigned man, one who's not hoping for things to get much better. The great misfortune of a former slave; he was rescued from the situation. He didn't fight his way out. He didn't escape on his own.

And even now, part of him is just laying down and accepting that he's in this situation, even if he hates it.

[tillinghast]

"Aim higher?" He asked looking back to Yondu, curious, very curious about his new roommate but also not wanting to push to hard.

[yondu]

"I used to be the captain of a ship. I ain't ever gonna climb that high again." Yondu's already prepared to accept the fate of being an eternal mechanic. There's a sort of wry humor in adding, "Besides, ain't no ships."

[tillinghast]

"Are you happy doing what your doing now, Yondu?" He asked curiously, taking in mind what he had said. "If your happy as you can be why aim higher?"

CW: death talk

[yondu]

"Nope." He answers bluntly, lazily. Going out every day and cleaning up each other's crap? He hates it. Yeah, he gets paid, but it doesn't feel like enough. Someone acts a fool and breaks their shit, and then he patches it together, and then they blame him for charging too much when it's barely enough to carry him.

He misses what he was.

"Just ridin' it out. Thing is, when you feel yourself dyin', you don't wanna feel that again. I go back an' that's what I got awaitin' on me."