fandomtownies | Trooper Station, Friday

Liam had gathered from Tuesday's radio broadcast that things in Fandom were starting to get weird in a way that was going to end up more irritating than actually dangerous. Thus, he'd made the decision to pack up the mice (and his wife the currently-a-flying-squirrel) and decamp to Dominic's apartment on the mainland for the time being, minus short jaunts to the island for workshops and, well. Work.

The mice, naturally, had been thrilled for the opportunity to spend some time in the company of the Priest of Hard Choices In Dark Places when it wasn't a life-or-death situation. The aforementioned Priest was cycling through more than a few feelings on the matter, though for the most part seemed to vacillate between 'bemused' and 'resigned'. With a side of 'concerned' when presented at last with irrefutable proof that the non-mouse-shaped furry guest Liam had shown up with was, in fact, Verity and his claim a few weeks ago that 'Yeah, she's turned into a flying squirrel, it's a thing that happens sometimes' had not been an attempt at pulling his leg after all.

(Irrefutable proof courtesy of an episode of Dance or Die. Even without being able to speak English, she'd somehow still made it clear that she had Opinions regarding some of the dancers.)

The point was, he showed up for his shift at the Station that morning fully dressed, and thank god the place had a generator because it was hot enough that he would've been deeply, deeply uncomfortable otherwise- he wasn't really a walking-around-shirtless kind of guy for a lot of reasons (would the island let him stay fully clothed for the whole day? Only time would tell, naturally). As it was, he didn't want to strain the generator so while normally he might have had the AC absolutely blasting on a day like this, instead it was only 'mildly uncomfortable' within the confines of the Trooper Station. Where he had- huh.

Another personnel file on his desk.

"That figures," he muttered to himself with a snort as he started to flip through said file and realized just who it was about.

[ooc: open, barely-functional-AC and all!]

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Steve was not stalking Danny, okay, he was just...casing the police station and its working AC. Though being from Hawaii, he wasn't entirely sure what everyone was complaining about. It was sunny and humid and hot. It was summer, brahs. That's how it went.

(Check back later in the Fall when he was in a puffy coat in late September.)

He poked his head into the office. "Detective Williams isn't here, right?"

Liam glanced up from the file to see... the subject of said file. What an odd coincidence.

“He’s not,” Liam confirmed. “Wednesdays are the best day to catch him here.” Welcome to this particular aspect of (Fandom) island life, Steve! Literally nobody pulled a 40-hour work week around here.

Especially in the Station. Because the island saw an average of about one crime per year, not counting invasion-related shenanigans.

"I was just coming to tell him the A/C was still on the fritz at his place, and since he's the super--" Steve grinned. "Thought he needed to know. I'm Steve McGarrett."

“I know,” Liam acknowledged. “Who you are, I mean. Not about the AC, but that doesn’t surprise me, the way things are going right now,” he made a face. “Liam Kincaid-Price.”

"Nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand to shake and pretending like being shirtless, in boardies and slippahs, was super appropriate. "You're Danny's boss, right?"

With the spaceship?

Well at least they were still technically clothing items, and he hadn't yet been reduced to wearing a bedsheet?

"The very same," he confirmed, clasping that offered hand after the briefest of hesitations.

... Hopefully Steve wasn't the type to think too loudly.

"Also yours now, it seems," he added, with a nod towards the file on his desk.

Steve blinked. "Huh," he said. "It's been a long time since I've had a direct supervisor who wasn't the governor of Hawaii."

Liam was relieved to find that Steve was indeed the type of person who did not, in fact, think terribly loudly. Ugh, handshakes. Someday he'd figure out a way to avoid them without seeming rude. Or weird.

"Yeah, we're not quite so... high profile, here," Liam acknowledged with a hint of a teasing grin. "Sorry."

Did the governor of Hawaii have a spaceship, though, Steve? DID THEY?

If he did, he'd never mentioned it and that would be super rude not to disclose.

"Danny mentioned he seemed to be stuck here," Steve said, "and also heavily implied that I needed to find employment while I was here, too." He nodded at the file. "Guess that's been settled."

Danny would be thrilled right until he was involved in a five-rickshaw collision.

“That happens a lot,” Liam said. “The ‘stuck’ part anyway. The pre-arranged employment less so, though it’s fairly standard for the Trooper Station itself. When I landed my shuttle, I thought I was going to get a ticket, not handed the keys to the place.”

"You've got the spaceship!" Steve said, eyes lighting up.

"Spaceship makes it sound more impressive than it is," Liam said. "It's really only big enough for a couple passengers and a little bit of cargo."

Liam. Liam. To anyone who'd never been off-planet before, it probably was impressive.

"Does it go into space?" Steve asked.

“Well... yes,” Liam had to admit. “But it’s a short-range craft. Not designed for long-haul missions or anything.”

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"Oh, I don't know anyone on Jupiter anyway," Steve said, "so that's not a problem for me."

Liam bit his lip in an attempt to keep himself from laughing. It was cute how you considered Jupiter to be long-haul, Steve!

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s worth checking out even if you’re not visiting anyone in particular,” he told him.

"You've been to Jupiter?" Steve asked with unabashed enthusiasm. "Suddenly I'm not feeling so well-traveled."

“I’ve done a flyby or two,” Liam confirmed, grinning back at Steve. The enthusiasm was kind of catching, honestly. “Would you like to check it out?” he asked, casually.

He all but clapped his hands and jumped up and down, but, you know, internally.

Outside he just gave Liam a smile. "I would love to. Is it easy to fly? I'm already trained in small aircraft, helicopters, and a few boats."

You know, as the plot called for it.

And if Liam's hand had still been touching Steve's, he might have even picked up on that childish glee. But that would mean they would've been standing there holding hands for their entire conversation which would've just been weird.

"I suppose that depends on if any of those use a gesture-based control system."

Like most other skills he possessed, shuttle piloting was something Liam had been born knowing how to do, so 'easy' was relative.

"It's just parked over in the junkyard," Liam told him. "Unless you've got plans for today."

Liam, for the record, did not.

"Well, I was going to laze around on the beach for a bit, but other than that, nothing," Steve said, grinning. "Does your spaceship have AC?"

"It does at that," Liam confirmed, already heading for the door. "And it even works properly, since it's not tied into anything on the island."

"Nice," Steve said, grinning. "Will we be back by dinner?"

"For your first time?" Liam said. "We'll keep it simple. Solar system only. Back in time for dinner."

The walk to the junkyard wasn't long at all, from the Trooper Station just past the park, and then there they were.

The shuttle itself was maybe the size of a large cargo van, purple and vaguely bean-shaped, the front half shimmering with some sort of transparent energy field. As Liam approached, he made a gesture with one hand and the energy field dissipated so they could enter.

There were three chairs; two in the front and one behind, the curves of their design suggesting something organic.

Liam took the chair on the front right hand side, and gestured for Steve to come take a seat as well. "Up front gets you the best view," he said, as if Steve would even be contemplating sitting in the back passenger seat.

Steve was looking around like a kid in the middle of a candy store. "This is amazing," he said. "Do you mind if I take a picture?"

Because we'll just see who has aneurysm face at a "going to space brb" text, Daniel.

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