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]

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."