( @lightyearns ) 🪲 LAYLA EL-FAOULY & MARY JANE WATSON
🪲 ( meme ) “ did you do something different with your hair? it looks amazing! “
🪲 - layla blinked in surprise and instinctively reached up to touch her hair. mostly, people never noticed if she did anything with it or not - and given how curly it was, she spent quite a bit of time taming it. so it was nice when she received the compliment and she smiled warmly at mj. “i did, yeah! i tried out a new product and decided to attempt to put a clip in it to hold some of it back, thank you!” genuine appreciation flowed from her as she settled back into her chair. “you have lovely hair too, not many folks i’ve ever seen has such vibrant natural red. it compliments your skin very nicely.”
|| HER SMILE IS AS GENUINE AS LAYLA’S APPRECIATION. mj always notices the little details — hair changes, style updates, skincare routines. makeup, scents, the whole nine yards — she was detail - oriented, honestly. besides, it was nice to make people feel good, and be honest in the process. layla’s hair did look amazing. she couldn’t just keep that to herself. “ the clip is so cute ! isn’t it crazy what products can do ? i started using this new hair oil here, and like, i never heard about it back home but it’s sold here, and it’s so good ! ” at the mention of her own hair, habit has her reaching up, brushing her fingers through the tips. “ thank you ! that’s so sweet. you should totally let me know what products you use and like ! i’m so curious. ”
they’re young, spry, it’s not like either of them aren’t used to weird and making quick adjustments on their feet. their lives have both been one weird situation after another, from the second they met. it just seems like the universe outdoes itself; every time cassie thinks hey, at least it can’t get any more nuts! kate moves to california, or someone dies, or they get transported into space. not even in a fun way.
❛ we have everything we could ever need except a handbook. ❜ her voice goes mocking when she repeats the small amount of information they’ve gotten. she glances at kate’s phone-device, her own stubbornly shoved into her back pocket to avoid any more confusion. there could be a map, but she knows there’s contacts that don’t belong to her and people she doesn’t understand.
she makes her way to the door, opens it and pops her head out only enough to glance up and down the hallway. ❛ it still seems empty ? is that good or bad ? ❜
|| IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN A FUN WAY, let the record be known. the fine print must have been really fine, because kate really is sure nothing about anything important was given. they’re in the middle of space together, and kate thought they’d be able to go home and tell their friends about this, maybe update everyone on the little adventure they had meeting aliens and maybe giving a lonely captain a crew, or something, only to find out they were thousands of years ahead. so, whoops. definitely not going home now.
what would home even look like ? is it too early to start being sad ?
“ a handbook would be too easy. do you think this is like some fucked up escape room ? that makes it a little cooler. maybe we just have to think of it like that. ” it doesn’t help much. “ empty is both good and bad. i don’t know if i want to face anyone, yet. let’s slip out. ” she takes the first step, her fingers around cassie’s wrist, into the hallway. she doesn’t die, so there’s that. “ so far so good. left or right ? ”
@lightyearns sent: “ come on in! take a seat! i’ll fix you up a plate, there’s more than enough to go around! “ mia for cas !
“i don’t actually eat–” castiel tried to say, but his objections were swept up in a flurry of activity. he had to admit: the food - the pies specifically - smelt wonderful. maybe it was worth trying the eating thing again. after all, he did have fond memories of tucking into food when he’d been human.
“so … i was actually just here looking for dean winchester,” he said, as he took a seat. “i don’t suppose you’ve seen him.” he glanced around. “is this some kind of event? i thought it wasn’t thanksgiving yet.”
|| SHE COULDN’T HELP BUT HELP OUT. technically, it wasn’t mia’s job, nor responsibility, but with someone in the doorway, how could she not ? from a girl who knows what it’s like to awkwardly stand in place, waiting to be acknowledged, it just comes like second nature, even though that — that definitely wasn’t what was happening here. sorry, castiel.
warmth is bright on the princess’ face, a little bit out of place for the salty salmon, but the man takes a seat and she gently nudges one of the pies in his direction, unassuming and kind. “ oh ! dean. the guy who works — here, right ? honestly, i showed up a little while ago with pie and some breakfast burritos. there was this — breakfast thing, going on ? it sounded really fun ! i haven’t seen him for a while, though. i’m sorry. ” mia pauses, glancing around for good measure. “ he was just here, though. i can try and help you look ? ”
( @lightyearns ) 🔎 NANCY WHEELER & MARY JANE WATSON
🔎 ( location ) the observation deck cafe, the cambria one
🔎 - “mj, please - i have had six lattes and i really don’t think i can have another. aside from having to pee every five minutes, i’m fairly certain i am well over the caffeine count a human should have in a week, let alone a day.” she begged, feeling her nerves afire as she jittered about. she had agreed to taste the samples of what mj was experimenting with, but at this point (and for her own lack of forgetting to eat), nancy was sure she’d be awake for a month. “okay, i’ll drink another but let me order a sub or something so i have food to battle this.” she half-joked before pausing, “by the way, i really like this one - what was it again?”
|| “ ... OOPS ! ” AT THE BARE MINIMUM, there really is some sheepishness to mary jane’s tone. “ have i made you drink six already ? are you serious ? i totally lost count, i’m so sorry ! how are you still — like, standing ? ” actually, standing probably wouldn’t be the issue. it’d be the sitting, and relaxing, and existing. mj stares at the coffee cup in her hand, a sorry little flush over her cheeks. “ okay ! new plan. definitely getting some food first, and i’ll just remake this later when we’re done ! wanna go grab some lunch ? the cafe’s got good food, but i’m so tired of it. i could go for some pizza right now, what do you say ? ” whirlwind of a girl, this redhead was. mj’s already untying her apron. “ oh ! this is a new peppermint cookie flavor ! ”
📱 ( location ) right outside apartment 3002, the cambria one
📱 - as he stood outside of their now apparently shared apartment - which felt like some weird sort of fanfiction troy or abed would have found in the deep recesses of the internet - jeff held onto the dark blue hoodie in his hands, neatly folded and mostly recently washed. so what if he wore it a few times, it’s not like he didn’t think britta or annie had a thing for liking how he smelled or anything - and waited for the latter to show up. which didn’t take long at all, his lips upturned into a smile at her usual promptness. “milady,” he called out as he held the article out to her. “as promised, one favorite hoodie for you. also, what does sad face, bananasadface, and that other one i can’t remember already mean?” he added, leaning up against the wall and turning his smile into a smirk. “but also, are you really okay?”
|| ANNIE ISN’T REALLY EQUIPPED FOR CHANGE. she’s a million times better at it than jeff, for sure, and her years of growth have given her better coping skills than she’s had in the past, ( annie doesn’t want to think about her high school years, thank you very much ) but this is — a lot. for anyone to take in. so far, annie’s been here for a few days, and it still feels weird. she’s on lunch break right now, from work — it’s funny, because she was so sure she loved her internship, but there was something about being in a library again — something about a study environment that just felt right. “ milord. ” her response comes with a smile etched into her tone, the worry she has disappearing when she sees jeff. it’s easy, around him. besides, at least she knows he’s jeff, and not some alien. “ thank you ! i’ll wear it proudly. ” she beams, a little bit delighted. it feels warm in her hands, and she resists the urge to smell it. that’d be weird. she rolls her eyes at him pretending he doesn’t know what the emojis mean. classic jeff. “ am i — i mean, i think ? this is — really weird, even for all of us, you know ? ”
✰ it’s time to wake up, ANNIE EDISON, you’ve been in cryosleep for too long and the people of COMMUNITY miss you. when you went into slumber you were TWENTY - FOUR years old, your pronouns are SHE/HER, and you WERE VOLUNTEERED for the cambria program. now that you’ve awoken, your position as a LIBRARIAN is waiting for you. remember, cambria one thanks you!
THE BASICS;
NAME: annie edison
ALIAS(ES): good grade in a tight sweater
AGE: 24
PRONOUNS & GENDER: she/her, cisgender
BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: december 19, sagittarius
FACECLAIM: alison brie
AESTHETICS: pencils tucked behind ears, the overwhelming dread of feeling like something's wrong, pretty dresses and playing pretend.
BACKGROUND: prior to being volunteered for the cambria one, annie had been working as an intern for the fbi as she settled into her life in the real world. she spent her college years at greendale community college, where she met her group of most beloved friends, and also where she grew up, too. annie's always been pushed for success by her mother, and it caused her to struggle very hard with addiction during her teen years. while she no longer struggles with addiction, she still struggles with perfectionism and feeling inferior or weak.
WEAPONS: she can handle a mean paintball gun, okay?
POWERS/ABILITIES/SKILLS: nothing beyond normal capabilities, but she can wield her puppy eyes really well, and personally that should be considered a skill. she's also very disarming!
GREATEST STRENGTH: annie is usually a go getter with a positive attitude! she wants to be the best she can be, and it really drives her motivation.
GREATEST WEAKNESS/FLAW: she can be rather naive.
ONE FEAR: not amounting to anything, always being looked down on as young.
ONE HOPE: truthfully she just hopes to stay alive and keep her friends okay here in space.
HEADCANON(S): annie is run primarily with my headcanons in mind, they can all be found here as we go!
THE QUESTIONNAIRE;
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT BEING DROPPED INTO THE CAMBRIA PROGRAM? ARE THEY EXCITED? SUSPICIOUS? CONFUSED?
the first thing annie did was scream at the top of her lungs. she's anxious, paranoid, and scared. very spooked. she doesn't know what's going on, and while jeff is convinced it's a figment in abed's mind, something feels different. however, she's actually going to be pretty excited about it once the dust settles!
WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER HOPE TO SEE THE MOST DURING THE CAMBRIA ONE’S JOURNEY?
and once that dust settles, annie's going to be so intrigued by the concept of space, traveling through it, and what the heck it even means. she really just hopes to see anything at all.
IF YOUR CHARACTER COULD BRING ONE THING OR PERSON FROM HOME, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
anyone else from the study group that isn't already here. she wants the team together again!
peter can’t help but smile back at her, because that’s just how it goes; maybe it’s the sense of familiarity he clings to with such desperation in this new world he’s found himself in where everything is new and different. which is not bad, per se, but he is a sentimental one, and there is not much here with him that he can come back to and remember what it’s like waking up in a normal apartment in a normal city where the only not-normal thing is himself and his blue-red alter ego. “ that’s exactly how i drink my coffee, i’m sorry. ” his hands fly up in surrender but the amusement rings in his voice nonetheless. “ that’s just what adds up to my stereotypical tired scientist turned superhero image, you know? though maybe you could lure me in with caramel. gonna make me something with one of those little pictures in the foam? ”
|| HER SIGH IS AS LOUD AS IT IS PERFORMATIVE, because at the heart of everything, mary jane really does love a little drama. the roll of her eyes comes humored, too, the look of her put out enough it’s like he was forcing her to drink something she didn’t like, and less like the other way around. “ of course it is. i’ll go make you a boring coffee with boring steps. ” they’re the only two here for the moment, as is usually the case for her and whoever comes to get something from the cafe, but mj doesn’t have to go far. she putters around the back of the bar, reaching for a cup. “ maybe to the caramel, huh ? just a maybe ? is that maybe for me adding a few pumps to today’s drink ? ” her hand hovers over the pump, waiting for permission. and then, she laughs. it’s a light sound, airy and sweet. “ oh, now you want latte art ? that’ll cost you, tiger. ”
he is genuinely distracted – or focused, depending on who you ask, given that the distraction is the situation he feels he should be focusing on – and work has taken the back seat of his mind. he still pushes himself through the motions, as if he’s still at the daily planet, instead of stuck at cambria one-on-one. he tries to convince himself the goals align, just as they so often did back home. interviewing the locals (though they’re about as local as he is) could turn up something useful.
he extends a hand in greeting. “emma frost? hi. i’m clark kent, with cambria one-on-one. you manage the, uh.” he shuffles the papers in his hands, as if checking his notes. (it’s not entirely an act, though he does remember the name of the bar, thank you very much.) “the lunar review bar? i was wondering if i could interview you about the place. i’m doing a piece on local businesses.”
|| IT IS A DIFFICULT ADJUSTMENT, THE CAMBRIA. emma is still not pleased to be stuck here, still not pleased to be here. life has, for her, calmed enough — it was a difficult adjustment, but what was a diamond if not versatile ? that wasn’t to say emma enjoyed it. she’s been here months, and if she could, she’d still return back to her home. her earth. this felt a little bit too — confined. secluded. mysterious.
anything could go wrong. she waits for the day it does.
the approach surprises her. forgive her, but she doesn’t move to shake his hand. there’s a moment where her gaze flicks to his, some sort of almost recognition at the name, but it fades. she finally reaches to lightly grasp his hand, accepting his small point of connection. “ hello, mr kent. ” icy, yet polite. she’s stopped walking, at least, to speak with him. “ an interview for the lunar review ? hm. ” emma adjusts her purse. “ and are you looking for this interview to take place now ? ”
“well, it’s very much appreciated so - thanks.” she offered with sincerity before bringing the cup up to take a long drink from it. she hummed in approval at the taste - it may not have been exactly what she was used to back home, but had much of the same effect and she approved of it. “suffering might be an understatement.” despite her laugh in her words, she was only really partially joking before leaning back in her seat - some time looking away from her project would probably do her some good. “take a seat, relax. i could use the distraction and really, what are they going to do? fire you from a job you didn’t ask for?” jyn offered a smile before pausing to consider the question. “anything else, really. i’ve never really done steady jobs before, but i’m pretty good at getting in and out of places i’m not supposed to be. jyn erso, by the way.”
|| “ THAT TOUGH TODAY, HUH ? ” there is an undercurrent of empathy in her voice, some gentle understanding. truthfully, with the ship having a certain number of passengers, mary jane doesn’t actually have a ton of work to do. some days are busier than others, but mostly ? mostly things are quiet and simple. she knows a lot of the jobs here are harder, though, in a lot of other ways. while she isn’t knocking hers, because frankly she bets more than half wouldn’t know how to work a coffee machine, she also wouldn’t be able to, like, operate machinery. so, case in point. mj laughs as she sits, soft deviousness coloring her grin. “ okay, fair. besides, i don’t think i technically have a boss right now, besides the one that bosses us all ? you’re so right. ” mj extends her hand, her grin widening. “ mary jane watson ! hi. it’s kinda nice to hear you’re good at that, i could use some pointers. ”
💀 ( location ) the lunar review bar, the cambria one
💀 - the very first thing that frank did was laugh aloud at emma’s question. he knew her by reputation mostly and had given her a wide and respectful berth but when she had requested him to visit her bar on the ship, well, he couldn’t say no. “can’t you take care of yourself? why do you need me?” he asked, absolutely perplexed by her asking him to personally guard her. he was pretty certain she was indestructible. “i mean, if i get paid - sure, otherwise i think you can get your employees to do it.” he paused and held up a finger, “but also not when i’m doing my day job, got it?”
|| EVEN IN THE FACE OF HIS LAUGHTER, emma remains bland by nature. ice queen, after all, with her frigid stare, the pretty pointed downturn of her mouth. she stares her fill, until a quiet has settled almost uncomfortably over the two. it’s only then emma sniffs, pointedly, taking a sip of the martini before her. “ i’m more than capable, you’re correct. ” her finger trails the rim, the cool of the glass align with the tip of her finger. “ but it’s about appearances, mr. castle. the employees here are employed for service, and something akin to a — bouncer, or some sort of security, would be lovely for the look. for myself, and for the establishment. you’d be paid handsomely, of course, and we could work on the schedule. what do you think ? ”
@lightyearns // AMELIA THERMOPOLIS SAID . . . “THIS IS THE WEIRDEST LOOKING SQUASH I’VE EVER SEEN.”
“are they . . . are they usually this big?” jon whispered to mia, almost awkwardly, as he held the plump vegetable in his hands. it was certainly pompous, with overtly large mounds, but overall he couldn’t quite digest how large it was. “i’m certain many meals can be made from produce this hefty, but—but look at the others! this is . . . almost madness.”
|| “ NOT — NOT THAT I KNOW OF ? ” the princess whispers in return, some quiet sort of awe and horror melding conspiracy in her tone. mia blinks at the squash for a moment, before her eyes fall back to her friend. well, to her, they were friends. she believes she needs to get better about assumptions. “ it could be — some sort of alien ... hybrid ? situation ? are we sure it’s actually edible ? ”
entry : @astranomic : kate bishop for cassie lang
location : their room !
|| SHE DROPS HER PHONE ? DEVICE ? WHATEVER, onto her bed, some sort of anxiety itching in the palms of her hands. she’d like a quiver right about now, the slice of a bow through it, something that made more sense than — this.
maybe she can’t complain, though.
she has cassie. when has anything ever made more sense than her ?
“ okay. do we have a map of this place ? it might actually be on our little — phone things, but i don’t know how to work it just yet. a map would be so helpful, though, in trying to figure out where to explore first. i know we’re probably with all the ... apartments. ” it’s unhelpful. she stands, the tug of her lip between her teeth in nervous display. “ we could just go the way we came ? ”
✰ it’s time to wake up, KATE BISHOP, you’ve been in cryosleep for too long and the people of MARVEL miss you. when you went into slumber you were TWENTY - TWO years old, your pronouns are SHE/HER, and you VOLUNTEERED for the cambria program. now that you’ve awoken, your position as a PILOT is waiting for you. remember, cambria one thanks you!
THE BASICS;
NAME: katherine elizabeth bishop
ALIAS(ES): kate, hawkeye
AGE: 22
PRONOUNS & GENDER: she/her, cisgender
BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: march 21, aries
FACECLAIM: hailee steinfeld
AESTHETICS: the arrow - sharp sting of loneliness, those lilac - tinted dreams, and that warm wit.
BACKGROUND: prior to volunteering for the cambriaone, kate had been working hawk investigations alone in california for a while. she’d just been returning home to new york under her sister’s secretive request for help, reconnecting with her old beloved friend cassie, when the letter came. her storyline follows current and most comics, along with my own interpretations and headcanons.
WEAPONS: her bow and quiver !
POWERS/ABILITIES/SKILLS: truthfully, kate does not hold superpowers of her own. that being said, she’s a master archer and deeply skilled with battle staves, swords and bow and arrows/crossbows. she’s also trained in boxing, general combat, kickboxing, martial arts, and jiu jitsu.
GREATEST STRENGTH: kate is incredibly crafty! she can weasel her way in and out of a lot. she knows she’s good at what she does, and that aids her!
GREATEST WEAKNESS/FLAW: she can be a little....paranoid, sometimes. a little nervous. there’s a cautiousness in her that keeps her on her toes, but sometimes it’s a little much.
ONE FEAR: messing up and doing irreversible damage.
ONE HOPE: in relation to being here, she hopes to find adventure and some sort of emotional fulfillment. something fun, something worthwhile. she came here of her own volition, so she hopes it’s good.
HEADCANON(S): kate is run primarily with my headcanons in mind, they can all be found here as we go!
THE QUESTIONNAIRE;
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT BEING DROPPED INTO THE CAMBRIA PROGRAM? ARE THEY EXCITED? SUSPICIOUS? CONFUSED?
kate feels pretty good, honestly! she’s here with her best friend, and honestly? the two of them together can tackle anything. there’s comfort in numbers, and while more would be great, as long as she has cassie, kate kind of feels like she can take on the world. she’s curious about what’s going on, and feels a little weird about the cryosleep. the only thing she has an issue with is how long she’d been asleep, for. it feels...frightening, to think about everyone she loved, and where they may be, if they’re okay at all. mostly, though, she’s just curious, cautious, and ready for things to go bad, if needed.
WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER HOPE TO SEE THE MOST DURING THE CAMBRIA ONE’S JOURNEY?
kind of like her hope, she hopes to see something new, and interesting, and fun. she wants to learn whatever she can? she’s taking this as an opertunity to be somewhere totally new and grabbing what she can tbh
IF YOUR CHARACTER COULD BRING ONE THING OR PERSON FROM HOME, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
’ I hate this time of year. ’ emma to jean ! @lightyearns
“I’d thought this would be your time of year to shine Emma.” Jean stated a bit incredulously at the thought, “Or are you more upset that this ship doesn’t exactly come with a winter setting?” It was an honest question, “Or… or was it all just a fashion choice during your hellfire days?” She partially joked.
|| “ IN A WAY, PERHAPS. ” there was something about the cold that was right at home, to emma. this much was true. there is a difference, maybe, in winter and festivities. wintertime, to the ice queen, was solace. but the warm fuzzy feelings ? she didn’t know how to do. “ unfortunately, this time of year doesn’t only come with a ... winter setting. there’re festivities we’ll need to be a part of, i can imagine. the captain likes this sort of thing. ” she’s quiet, for a moment. “ you like the holidays, yes ? ”
“what the fuck is that?” jason shifts over, staring down at the front page currently topping up a stack of magazines on a table. he doesn’t know where he is, exactly – he can’t sleep, and is wandering aimlessly, though it’s probably a lot closer to morning now, if he hasn’t hit it already. probably has. there are people around. he turns to the only one who looks familiar, and holds it up to her line of sight. “you see this shit?”
|| “ UM. ” IN HER DEFENSE, IT’S 4 IN THE MORNING. she’d had an early shift this morning, opening the observation deck’s cafe way earlier than usual, and her momentary stunt in thoughts makes sense, alright ? mary jane stares at the magazine with sleepy eyes, but she can’t rub them awake. she’s wearing mascara. “ honestly, i’m not seeing much of anything right now other than the mental image of how nice laying in my bed and sleeping sounds, but — that kind of looks like some sort of bookshelf with hands ? ”
“I’ve become one with the leaf pile.” from mia thermopolis to rey skywalker
“Should I leave you alone, then?” Rey said around a wide grin, coming down to a crouch besides Mia’s prone form and batting at some of the leaves to hear them crunch. Then she shoved a few more leaves Mia’s way to better cover her, laughing as she did. “Does this mean you’re going to become a tree? Then you’ll go from the one climbing to the thing being climbed!”
@lightyearns
|| TO MIA, IT WAS ABOUT ENJOYING THE LITTLE THINGS. as nice as the ship made things, unfortunately, replicas would never replace the feeling of walking down the sidewalk in her hometown, or perusing the gardens in genovia. but there were little things, here, she could have fun with, too. mia sits up in her pile, covered in leaves, and laughs along with rey. “ no ! i think you should join me ! have you never, you know, jumped in a pile of leaves ? ” the air is light, cooler now with the holidays approaching. she flicks some leaves in rey’s direction. “ you know, i don’t think it’d be a bad thing, being a tree. they seem so — sturdy. ”