Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m good. Give me a
second…”

Carlos picked up his bowl and dumped the remaining bits of
cereal and crumbs into his mouth. He chewed a bit, noisily, before taking the
juice he made and taking a giant gulp to wash all the dry food down.

He hummed and nodded. “Okay, ready,” he said as he stood up,
grabbing his empty bowl and the bottle with him.

“Heh, sorry, didn’t mean to make ya rush.” He chuckled, getting up from his seat and bringing his bowl over to the sink to leave it for later. “Is there anything I can do to help ya out with this? I mean, I don’t know anything about workin’ on terminals, but I could hand ya shit, or something.”

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?”

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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?”

Starways to Hell

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.”

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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?”

Starways to Hell

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.

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos smiled a bit awkwardly and shrugged. “Yeah… It’s no
wonder I haven’t even been on a date in such a long time,” he joked. “But yeah,
I do love my work. It keeps me very
busy, and I don’t mind it.”

“Would ya like to go on a date?” He grinned over at him, even winking for good measure. “I s’pose I can’t really judge, I’m pretty married to my work too. ‘Work’ being runnin’ those two pubs and a couple’a shelters. Nothin’ as impressive as what you do.”

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.”

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos just smiled at him. “Thank you so much,” he said
again. “This is definitely something to me,
and I’ll do my best – I promise.”

“I know you will, you always do.” Came Hancock’s soft reply, a warm smile on his lips. “Now then, you want anything else or you ready to get started on that terminal?”

Carlos shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m good. Give me a
second…”

Carlos picked up his bowl and dumped the remaining bits of
cereal and crumbs into his mouth. He chewed a bit, noisily, before taking the
juice he made and taking a giant gulp to wash all the dry food down.

He hummed and nodded. “Okay, ready,” he said as he stood up,
grabbing his empty bowl and the bottle with him.

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thestrangedoctorisin:

“Oh, I’m fine, nothing that I can walk off…” He performed a quick visual to see if he actually was struck he cause he needed medical attention. His magic wasn’t going to help him out of this one. Hopefully the beasts…imps…monsters? couldn’t get into the lab by sheer force. From what it seemed they would be in here for quite a while until those things went away.

They were in a lab. Clean, white tiles and clean white walls
with long metal tables arranged in rows. There were cabinets and a couple sinks
in the room, as well as various instruments and random items on the tables. For
some reason, next to the decontamination shower sat a bookcase that was locked
up in bullet-proof glass and chains.

Carlos looked the other man over, a little worriedly. “You
sure?” he asked. He then sighed, relieved and somewhat satisfied with the man’s
answer. “Good… it’s very good to hear.” He looked at Stephen with a frown. “So…
you’ve seen them. What do you think?” he asked.

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ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

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ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

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ravagewhistler

“Ravagers come in all sorts. While we all know how to shoot a gun… we do t all do it.”

“Yeah, see, I don’t even know how to shoot a gun,” Carlos
joked. Of course he did – he used to work for one of the most advanced weapons
companies on Earth… before Hammer went crazy.

“Well I’ll have to teach you then won’t I. More time together to get to know each other.”

Carlos chuckled. “Sounds romantic,” he teased. But he smiled
and nodded. “I think I’d like that,” he said. “Seriously – it could be fun.

Smiles back and looks up at a bout of coughing from another table as halfnut coughs then presses closer to Tullk side.

Carlos looked up over at them. Huh… he must be getting sick.
Carlos hoped Halfnut would be smart enough to drink his fluids and get some
rest. He was still afraid of getting a space-disease that he hadn’t been
vaccinated for.

He turns back to Yondu. “I’m done eating. Wanna get Peter
and Ob… Kraglin their lunch and snacks?”

“Yeah. Let’s do that.” Looks at Tullk meeting the other man’s eyes asking silently if halfnut was ok or not.

Half coughs again as cook brings over some hot soup.

Carlos smiled slightly. He glanced at the other couple
before standing up and gathering up his dishes. It looked like he was being taken care of … that was good.

Half sips at the soup pressing against and under tullks arm for as much warmth as he could get.

Yondu hums looking at them. “What happened…. skin looks frosty…. got some freeze scabs starting..”

Tullk looked up at Yondu. “An observation corridor on the
east side of the ship,” he said, as if that would explain everything. He paused
for a moment to help Half-nut hold his spoon against his cold, chapped lips. “The
hull was damaged, and nobody noticed,” Tullk suddenly went on. “It breeched
while he was walking through. Protective doors over the windows shut before
Half-nut was sucked out, but it was open long enough for heat to be taken away
and for him to get cold.”

Carlos couldn’t help but stare in awe and fear. “Oh my god…”

Half sips the soup as Tullk helps feed him his body felt so cold and his bones ached.

Yondu frowns. “That was the side we got hit hardest… damnit.. I told maintenace to repair it…. half… ask the doc to give heat blankets to him for a while. Captains orders… and get him to bed… he’s burning up…”

Tullk nodded. “Yes, Captain,” he said. He rubbed Half-nut’s
shoulder as he ate. “There you go, lad… eat up, Jamie. Let me take care o’ you…”

This really weighed heavy on Carlos’ heart out of sympathy.
Poor Half-nut… He hoped that the Ravager would get better soon.

Jamie looks at Tullk and nods then goes into a mout or sneezes and groans leaning against Tullk.

Yondu sighs watching them.

“Jesus,” Carlos said softly. “Is he going to be okay?” he
asked Yondu quietly.

“I…. maybe…. getting caught in the void…. that’s…. deadly…. he’s possibly gotten pneumonia……. gonna take a while…”

Jamie whimpers starting a sneezing for again followed by hark hacking wet coughs.

Tullk just held onto Half-nut, keeping him steady through
the coughing fit. Carlos just watched on.

“He should see the medic to make sure,” he told Yondu. “That
coughing doesn’t sound right – there might be fluid in his lungs.”

“I’ll take ‘im in soon,” Tullk told them. “Captain – go see
to your boy. I’ll let you know if this is anything to get too worried about.”

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ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

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the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

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“Ravagers come in all sorts. While we all know how to shoot a gun… we do t all do it.”

“Yeah, see, I don’t even know how to shoot a gun,” Carlos
joked. Of course he did – he used to work for one of the most advanced weapons
companies on Earth… before Hammer went crazy.

“Well I’ll have to teach you then won’t I. More time together to get to know each other.”

Carlos chuckled. “Sounds romantic,” he teased. But he smiled
and nodded. “I think I’d like that,” he said. “Seriously – it could be fun.

Smiles back and looks up at a bout of coughing from another table as halfnut coughs then presses closer to Tullk side.

Carlos looked up over at them. Huh… he must be getting sick.
Carlos hoped Halfnut would be smart enough to drink his fluids and get some
rest. He was still afraid of getting a space-disease that he hadn’t been
vaccinated for.

He turns back to Yondu. “I’m done eating. Wanna get Peter
and Ob… Kraglin their lunch and snacks?”

“Yeah. Let’s do that.” Looks at Tullk meeting the other man’s eyes asking silently if halfnut was ok or not.

Half coughs again as cook brings over some hot soup.

Carlos smiled slightly. He glanced at the other couple
before standing up and gathering up his dishes. It looked like he was being taken care of … that was good.

Half sips at the soup pressing against and under tullks arm for as much warmth as he could get.

Yondu hums looking at them. “What happened…. skin looks frosty…. got some freeze scabs starting..”

Tullk looked up at Yondu. “An observation corridor on the
east side of the ship,” he said, as if that would explain everything. He paused
for a moment to help Half-nut hold his spoon against his cold, chapped lips. “The
hull was damaged, and nobody noticed,” Tullk suddenly went on. “It breeched
while he was walking through. Protective doors over the windows shut before
Half-nut was sucked out, but it was open long enough for heat to be taken away
and for him to get cold.”

Carlos couldn’t help but stare in awe and fear. “Oh my god…”

Half sips the soup as Tullk helps feed him his body felt so cold and his bones ached.

Yondu frowns. “That was the side we got hit hardest… damnit.. I told maintenace to repair it…. half… ask the doc to give heat blankets to him for a while. Captains orders… and get him to bed… he’s burning up…”

Tullk nodded. “Yes, Captain,” he said. He rubbed Half-nut’s
shoulder as he ate. “There you go, lad… eat up, Jamie. Let me take care o’ you…”

This really weighed heavy on Carlos’ heart out of sympathy.
Poor Half-nut… He hoped that the Ravager would get better soon.

Jamie looks at Tullk and nods then goes into a mout or sneezes and groans leaning against Tullk.

Yondu sighs watching them.

“Jesus,” Carlos said softly. “Is he going to be okay?” he
asked Yondu quietly.