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Who: deadpool (

bovinophobic) & open to all
What: camping out in the stasis room & wandering around
When: november, pre- & mid-event
Where: thesa station, olympia, & wyver
Warning(s): deadpool

👉 NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP

( I know what you must be thinking. "Hey, you're not Andrew Garfield." Well, do I have a surprise for y—

wade has happily moved into the stasis room on thesa station. ever since he found vanessa's pod, he hasn't wanted to leave her sight for longer than an hour at most. sure, he has the nice temporary housing down in el nysa, but why live down there when he can watch over vanessa up here? he still can't get over the fact that she's alive even if that means she is at a different point in the timeline than him. she is breathing and she is safe, and it's all that really matters.

it would be like 100x better if she was awake, obviously; but he'll take what he can get. this is enough for now.

so, he has managed to make the area in front of her pod pretty fucking nice and cozy. got a decent sized bright yellow tent for himself, a smaller red tent for boris and Who's Boris, you ask? Boris is my best friend and a crucial part of this story.

Hold on. Let me show you a cute pic of him.

TADA.

You can continue now.

the point is, he has made himself perfectly at home in the stasis room. if anyone ever passes by vanessa's pod, they're going to see both the tents, a lawn chair and a drying rack to top it all off. he'll only ever wander off to get some food, use the little boys' room or do some good ol' fashioned exploring. but for the most part, wade is just gonna camp his ass right here because it's the only place he wants to be and the only place that actually matters.

he is sure doing a heck of a job moving on. Now, that's just uncalled for. )

👉 NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN

( just because he is currently living in the stasis room doesn't mean he hasn't thought of the future. specifically, his and vanessa's future. he is going to need to rake in the dough, so that when she wakes up, they can get a nice place together. he has a couple of ideas floating around in his head, but while he is finalizing his plans, he is going to poke his head in and out of different joints. there will be no business left uninterrupted, no open housing left undisturbed, and no unlocked door left untouched.

deadpool hasn't taken off his full body suit in front of anyone since he awoke here and he doesn't plan on it, so have his weird masked ass walking the streets of olympia and wyver like he doesn't stick out like a sore thumb. boris, his ever faithful goose companion, will be strapped to his chest in a baby carrier.

but look, at least he's a friendly weirdo. maybe he talks a little too much, but he's practically harmless. (ignore the pair of katana on his back. they're just for decoration.)

he is honestly only here to make friends, maybe land himself some jobs and, you know, accidentally invade a few homes. no big deal. 🙂 )

👉 NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU

Sorry.

Coming through.

Excuse you, Louise.

Why is it

so gODDAMN

CROWDED HERE?

( he chose the wrong fucking time to go on a food run. the marketplace is INSANELY packed. he feels like he's suffocating. maybe he is suffocating. poor boris is getting squashed against his chest as he tries to wedge himself through a horde of people. is there some kind of event going on? are they having a sale? did beyoncé finally wake up and she's out buying space fruit? what is going on here? ) Hang on, buddy. We're almost there.

( with one arm wrapped protectively against boris, deadpool uses his right hand to push his way through the crowd. it at least doesn't take long for him to spot the first stall on his list. speaking of, he should really take that out or else he's bound to forget something. rummaging through his pouches, his steps soon begin to falter until he comes to a dead stop in the middle of the street. sorry to anyone who is behind him because he is not budging. instead, he's pretty much about to let out a very loud— ) fUCK.

( he forgot his shopping list. ) I forgot the shopping list, Boris. ( well, whatever. ) We'll make this work. What do we need first again?

👉 WILDCARD

( hit him with whatever! this will be his catchall for november. he'll be going to dranbu too, so if you want to something with that, then go for it.

voicelog or pm me for plotting, questions or concerns! 😘 also, apology in advance for any grammar errors. i just got off work, so i'm not double checking. )

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[ he was told about the stasis room, of course, but didn't think he could trust it. it takes him several days to try and explore, only after he's rested up and ready for anything this place might spring on him. so far it seems excessively safe though, doesn't it? for an interdimensional space station. this room is no different, and frank takes the time to memorize faces as he walks down row after row of crypopods. they're in "stasis," but what does that mean? can they be brought out or is this all they get? like a permanent coma hooked up to life support. the thought makes his mouth go dry even before he sees anyone he recognizes, though - is there supposed to be a camping site in here?

frank trudges on, stepping heavier on purpose so that whoever might be inside should register his approach. he takes in the smooth features of the sleeping woman by the tents, dark hair, full lips. she's beautiful and just like everyone else in here: eerily peaceful. he swallows again and as he looks up, no. he has to be seeing things. he needs more sleep, maybe a glass of water — that isn't possible. ]

Maria.

[ blonde hair and soft features he couldn't mistake even from a distance. he walks past the campsite, effectively forgetting about it for the moment as he approaches his wife's capsule, his hand reaching for the glass. he stops himself, feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes unpleasantly, and ducks his head. his arm swipes at the wetness on his face but when he opens his eyes and refocuses them: she's still there. alive or otherwise suspended. is this a bribe? or maybe a threat? it's nonsensical as either since he's already lost her and everyone he ever loved. this isn't good enough.

he spins on his heel as deadpool climbs out of the tent and frowns. who the hell...? that's some first impression. but he won't allow himself to get distracted. not when it comes to something so precarious. ]

What do you know about this place?

[Claire haunts the stasis room now and then under the premise of assisting others. It's true, for the most part: she tends to guide people out when they seem like they've been staring at a loved one too long, or offer them some company in the hopes of eventually pulling them out of the cold, sterile place. But it's also a convenient excuse to visit her own loved ones, which at this point tends to be Jamie. Her husband. It's not been easy without him, but after twenty years apart and being constantly torn apart, a woman's got to wonder if there's not some deity displeased with them. Or her. Probably her.

It's on her way to his pod that she comes across a camp. Good lord. And she thought she'd seen it all up here.

If there's a man in a strange suit in the vicinity, she's clearly too distracted by the sight of someone living here to notice.]

Bloody hell.

[Don't mind the English lady.]

[Emori visited as often as possible to check on Raven, Echo, Harper, Monty, and Bellamy. She already had seen Bellamy on her first visit here, but it made her feel better to see that they were still here. For all she knew this place could make them disappear just how she appeared. Or the pods could turn them to goo. They were her found family, and --Emori wasn't much of a crier, but she had tears in her eyes each time she went to visit.

Sniffling and wiping her eyes as she walked through the pods, she took a hard left and came upon Wade.] What the fuck is this? [Her voice was uneven from crying and she bent down to study the drying rack.]

Might I suggest taking your conversation to an area that isn't blocking everyone's way?

[ comes a wry response from the woman behind him who very nearly collided with his backside on her own way through the overtly crowded marketplace. there's a basket dangling from one hand, the other planted against the jut of her hip, fingers drumming impatiently against the fabric. ]

[ Bucky spots the crazy suit before he notices the goose and huh, really not the dude he'd expected to be behind that account, but here they are. He's not even sure if this guy's an over-eager nerd or if he's actually trained with those swords, but he's going to find out.

He moves through the thin crowds of Olympia until he can easily fall into step next to the guy without missing a beat. ]

Nice duck.

[ He can't resist. ]

[The best excuse for avoiding his suddenly-not-dead-but-who's-developed-empathic-abilities coffee boy, Jack has found, is continuing to search the stasis pods for the rest of his team, for the Doctor, Martha, or anyone else he knows. (Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he wonders if he might even find Rose. The Doctor had said she'd been trapped in a parallel universe, but if this 'storm' has devoured all universes...) For as much as he's roamed the pods, though, he comes up short when he turns a corner and finds- tents?

Well, that's an interesting sight. He's not sure if he's more surprised, amused, or- no, not really confused; he's pretty sure that if he found the Doctor, he wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon himself. He doesn't think he would have thought of tents, though.

Too bad Owen is in stasis; he can just hear the doctor's grumbling about camping out when there's perfectly good housing planetside. Jack shelves a thought to pitch a tent outside Owen's pod and leave it, just to get a reaction from the man if- when- he wakes, and instead moves forward, curious about whoever's gone camping already.]

Hello. Anyone home?

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