the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos just smiled and shrugged. “Each to their own – some people
are able to do more, I guess.” He chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to have one. I
was just making a point – you’re clearly a very busy person, and it’s
incredible. I admire it, actually.”

“Really? I dunno, I just uh….” He paused, making a face as he tried to decide how to word what he was about to say. “I have a hard time sitting still, I think. One’a the reasons I got the dog, he keeps me outta the house and out of my head, heh. If I wasn’t working, I’m not really sure what I’d be doing instead, y’know?”

Carlos thought he might have some idea, considering what
Hancock had admitted of his habits… but that was heavy stuff, so obviously he
wasn’t going to mention it. After all, he could be wrong.

“Well, right now, you’re taking a break,” Carlos told him
with a smile. “Going on a road trip with a Yankee.
It’s gonna be loads of fun, right?”

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos followed Hancock to the sink to set his bowl down. He
drank the rest of his juice and set the bottle down as well. “It’s no trouble
at all – I’ve been kinda eager to get to work on it.” He looked at Hancock. “Yeah,
you can help out. I know you wanted to be there just to make sure I didn’t
snoop or anything, right?”

“Heh, right, that’s uh…. it doesn’t matter.” He laughed lightly and offered a little shrug. “I trust you, I know you’re not gonna do shit, but I do wanna stick around anyway, if only to keep ya company and maybe learn a little somethin’.”

Carlos was a little bit surprised at that confession. He
supposed he should feel touched by that. Yeah… he was touched.

“Well… thank you,” he said, offering Hancock a smile. “And
yeah, if you have any questions… don’t be afraid to ask them.”

{Open}

lilshitmax

Max
resisted the urge to drop every cuss word he knew and said instead,
“listen kid, words are just words. Except for like, slurs and stuff,
words don’t hurt anyone. If I wanna say the fuck word, I’m gonna say the
fuck word. Easy. No one died, no one got hurt.” He shrugged though,
knowing not everyone shared his stance on cussing.

“Follow me,” he redirected, and started walking towards the nearest stash.

Angela just frowned slightly at Max’ usage of the word. Not
even her dad used that word… unless things were very wrong.

But… Max wasn’t quite wrong, she guessed. It was just a
word. And he wasn’t calling anyone anything, so… nobody was getting hurt. But
her parents would get mad if she used it, so she wasn’t going to start.

Angela followed after Max, looking around as she was being
led. “How did you find it? You said you saw Gwen going to them, right?” she
asked Max.

{Open}

lilshitmax:

the-perfect-scientist:

lilshitmax:

the-perfect-scientist:

lilshitmax:

“Listen, I’m telling you without a doubt that there absolutely stashes of soda hidden around camp. I’ve seen Gwen sneaking it when she thinks no one’s looking. If we could just get our hands on that, we’d be golden.”

“Oh, that sounds amazing!” Angie said. “I haven’t had soda
in a while – since my Mom’s house. Do you know what kind it is?”

“Cola mostly,” Max replied, “the off brand shit that’s cheap and not a big deal if lost.” He hesitated a moment and raised an eyebrow. “How come you haven’t had soda in so long? Your new house not believe in it or something?”

“Oh, no,” Angie replied, smiling. “I just have to compete
with my siblings, and usually it’s the Sprite and stuff that’s left behind. And
Papi’s house has strict city rules so
sometimes I can’t drink what I want there.” She started thinking that she could ask her mom for some money to pay Gwen back later. She was sure the Camp Counselor would appreciate that.

“That fucking blows,” Max replied, and glanced around to see if anyone else was watching the who. “Well, I can show you where I know where one of the stashes is, but you can only grab like one a day or Gwen’s gonna notice. And don’t tell anyone else. Got it?”

“You shouldn’t say those words until we’re older,” Angela
said, but she nodded at him. “Okay – I can only have one a day at home anyway.”
And she definitely wasn’t going to tell anyone else – the other kids were
pretty greedy.

{Open}

lilshitmax:

the-perfect-scientist:

lilshitmax:

“Listen, I’m telling you without a doubt that there absolutely stashes of soda hidden around camp. I’ve seen Gwen sneaking it when she thinks no one’s looking. If we could just get our hands on that, we’d be golden.”

“Oh, that sounds amazing!” Angie said. “I haven’t had soda
in a while – since my Mom’s house. Do you know what kind it is?”

“Cola mostly,” Max replied, “the off brand shit that’s cheap and not a big deal if lost.” He hesitated a moment and raised an eyebrow. “How come you haven’t had soda in so long? Your new house not believe in it or something?”

“Oh, no,” Angie replied, smiling. “I just have to compete
with my siblings, and usually it’s the Sprite and stuff that’s left behind. And
Papi’s house has strict city rules so
sometimes I can’t drink what I want there.” She started thinking that she could ask her mom for some money to pay Gwen back later. She was sure the Camp Counselor would appreciate that.

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Yeah…
and your staying away from them…. I have others I hate I can fling to
the void…. half should not have been there…… could have been killed…”

Carlos looked at Yondu, a little confused. “But… that’s what
you brought me on the ship for. Engineering and maitenence… right? That’s what
I do.” Though thinking about being in space… in the void… if he had his music
playing in the space suit and he didn’t look out, he supposed he’d be alright.

“….. only if you have a partner or me there… just in case…… and only someone from my inner circle..”

A partner would be a good idea, now that Carlos thought
about it. Someone to help distract from the utter nothingness around them. “I…
would actually welcome that,” Carlos said. “Yeah. Sure – train me on the space
suits and we can see what we can do about the hull.” He offered Yondu a little
smile, that he hoped was encouraging.

This was honestly a scary-as-shit idea, but it was something
that needed to be done – preferably by someone who knew engineering, like him.

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler

“Yeah…
and your staying away from them…. I have others I hate I can fling to
the void…. half should not have been there…… could have been killed…”

Carlos looked at Yondu, a little confused. “But… that’s what
you brought me on the ship for. Engineering and maitenence… right? That’s what
I do.” Though thinking about being in space… in the void… if he had his music
playing in the space suit and he didn’t look out, he supposed he’d be alright.

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Yondu nods to Tullk going over to the cook to get some food for his boys then walks by patting half’s head.

Carlos followed Yondu closely. He just gave the two Ravagers
a nod as he passed. He picked up one of the trays placed on the counter for
Kraglin and Peter and just waited to follow Yondu’s lead.

Yondu headed off Carlos following just as half went and burrowed under tullks shirt for warmth.

Carlos made a mental note to ask about Half-nut later. They made
it out of the mess hall into the corridor back toward Yondu’s quarters.

“How often do people get sick here?” Carlos asked YOndu
suddenly. “Is it just on occasion like any other workplace?”

“We’re all pretty hardy from sick… lots of vaccines and such…. but the void…. well that’s something you can’t fight….”

Carlos nodded, understanding. It would probably take Half-nut
a while to get back to work.

“How about Peter?” he asked. “How well does he do here?
Sickness-wise.”

“Been here since he was a kid… so he does well. Still get these terrian bouts of colds but space is a bit chilly at times.”

Carlos hummed, nodding. “Okay,” he said softly, mind still
thinking about it. “I suppose I might be alright… if everyone else is
vaccinated and Peter does alright…”

Nods. “Of course you will. And if you catch sick… we’ll. I’ll bundle ya up and make ya rest with some soup.”

Carlos resisted the urge to chuckle. He looked at Yondu,
smiling slightly. “I… thanks. I’ll try not to get sick though, all the same.
Those engines are fixed now, but… it sounds like there’s some other places that
need to get patched up, too.”

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Yondu nods to Tullk going over to the cook to get some food for his boys then walks by patting half’s head.

Carlos followed Yondu closely. He just gave the two Ravagers
a nod as he passed. He picked up one of the trays placed on the counter for
Kraglin and Peter and just waited to follow Yondu’s lead.

Yondu headed off Carlos following just as half went and burrowed under tullks shirt for warmth.

Carlos made a mental note to ask about Half-nut later. They made
it out of the mess hall into the corridor back toward Yondu’s quarters.

“How often do people get sick here?” Carlos asked YOndu
suddenly. “Is it just on occasion like any other workplace?”

“We’re all pretty hardy from sick… lots of vaccines and such…. but the void…. well that’s something you can’t fight….”

Carlos nodded, understanding. It would probably take Half-nut
a while to get back to work.

“How about Peter?” he asked. “How well does he do here?
Sickness-wise.”

“Been here since he was a kid… so he does well. Still get these terrian bouts of colds but space is a bit chilly at times.”

Carlos hummed, nodding. “Okay,” he said softly, mind still
thinking about it. “I suppose I might be alright… if everyone else is
vaccinated and Peter does alright…”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos looked at him, for a second worrying that the other
might be serious. But then he realized that Hancock was just teasing him, and
so he chuckled sheepishly. “Nah, I just… haven’t had time. And I usually don’t
go on dates with people I’ve only met twice before.” Nor did he go on road
trips with those same people, but there they were…

He then smiled at Hancock. “I’m amazed still that you do so
much,” he said. And, presumably, all without a time-turner.”

Well, there went any hopes of that happening. Hancock’s smile faltered slightly, just a brief flicker of disappointment crossing his face as he turned back to the road. “Nowadays, most folks don’t even seem to meet their dates once before goin’ out, but I guess that’s probably more hookup culture, hmm? Can’t say I’m not guilty of jumping the gun a little, heh.”

Clearing his throat, the redhead shook his head and let out a soft chuckle, glancing back to Carlos. “Please, I barely trust myself with a wand, I can’t even imagine the kinds of shit I’d fuck up with a time-turner. I don’t mess with time, not a good idea, mate.”

Carlos just smiled and shrugged. “Each to their own – some people
are able to do more, I guess.” He chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to have one. I
was just making a point – you’re clearly a very busy person, and it’s
incredible. I admire it, actually.”