Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[thespaceopera]

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

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micah kelly | ss vanquish | feb 7 onward.

[enflammen]

This place just keeps getting more and more absurd, doesn't it. Micah is singularly unimpressed by the musical accompaniment to finding himself beamed aboard the Vanquish, scowling as he brushes confetti out of his hair, and that scowl doesn't actually leave his face as he wanders in through the corridors to explore the ship and meet his new crewmates, either. He may look mean, and he may seem gruff at first, but give Micah some to adjust and he will (ahem) mellow out.

Once he reaches the medical bay, it becomes quite clear to Micah what is the purpose of the implant behind his ear, and he sighs loudly, saying (to himself, he thinks) in an irritated tone, "You've got to be kidding."

[thebloodseal]

As Micah walks through the halls of the ship, he may come across a giant suit of armor. This particular suit of armor was animated... and currently playing tug-of-war with a white fox, clutching one end of a rope toy.

"Hehe... come on, Cosmic, you can do better than that!"

[enflammen]

WELL. This is certainly something you don't see every day, and Micah's seen some pretty weird things in the past couple of years - things most people would relegate to the realm of fantasy, or absurdity. Things like aliens, and dinosaurs, and shadows of horror movie monsters.

He's trying not to stare, honestly; he knows how uncomfortable that can be on the receiving end. He's just not doing a great job of it. Blame his frayed nerves for the temporary lack of courtesy.

"Don't think I've ever seen a tamed fox before."

[thebloodseal]

Thankfully, Al was used to the stares by now. He waved at the young man, letting the fox have the rope.

"On the last planet we were on, the locals had tamed some of the wild foxes and kept them as pets. Clay and I just couldn't resist getting one for our ship."

[enflammen]

"Yeah?" He hasn't met anyone named Clay yet, so the name offers no reference for him, but Micah can guess from context that he must be another passenger on the ship. "A fox does OK on a ship like this? Seems like the kind of environment that wouldn't be ideal." He's guessing. Micah doesn't have much experience with animals, but that seems like the sort of thing he's heard or read in the past.

[flickerflash]

[Are you not gonna eat your complimentary chocolate pudding that comes with that confetti

Because if not, Katie's going to steal it. And then creep around the ship after you while eating, trying to work out who you are and where you're from and inventing all kinds of stories which probably aren't as bizarre as the real one.]

[enflammen]

[You can totally have that, Katie; Micah isn't really a fan of sweets, regardless of Mello's Echoed memory.

He's not a particularly stealthy guy, but he does keep an awareness of when he's being followed. It's not paranoia, exactly - paranoia implies a lack of a real threat, and those are never in short supply. Still ... Micah's shadow looks like just a kid. So maybe this is more of a game than a threat. (He hopes, anyway.) When he rounds the next corner, Micah waits instead of continuing on, leaning up against the wall with his arms folded over his chest.]

You're following me.

[flickerflash]

[Eep. She comes to a complete stop, peering up at him with a tiny smear of pudding on one cheek and a look that endeavours to be really surprised, but she kind of fails at that, really.]

Am I? I didn't mean to be. Maybe we're just going in the same direction.

[enflammen]

Yeah? Well, I guess that could be true. [He's noticed you've got the pudding that he left behind, though.] Seems like there's only so many directions to go in a place like this. You live here on this ship?

[survivalistcookbook]

Eugene had been making his way around to the medical bay for the usual post-work painkillers, and just caught that aggravated exclamation as he rounded the corner. It wasn't exactly a quiet entrance - between the arm brace crutch and the C of metal that stood in for his left foot, his gait rolled through a three-beat syncopation as he passed the new face and made his way right to the drawer where they kept the basic pills and potions.

"If they're kidding, it's taking a hell of a long time to get to the punchline." He casts a sympathetic look back and offers his free hand. "New to the ship?"

cw mention of burns & scars

[enflammen]

Micah's no stranger to the kinds of looks people tend to give someone when there's a noticeable severe injury - the months after the Echo triggered both the memory of the warehouse explosion and the burn that scarred over the left side of his face provided plenty of firsthand experience. So he knows what it's like to be on the receiving end of stares, and he's mindful not to do the same to anyone else he encounters; Micah notes the other man's prostheses but doesn't let his gaze linger.

"Looks like," he says, reaching out to take his hand in a steady shake of greeting. "I'm Micah. And I guess I'm supposed to be some kind of medic here? Someone's definitely got a strange sense of humor."

[survivalistcookbook]

"Eugene, nice to meet you." He returns the handshake firmly, giving a little quirk of a smile - the territory between Micah's right forehead and left ear's already gotten that same cursory flicker of a glance, and anyway, once you've seen literally hundreds of the shambling and variously-decomposed dead, things like scars kind of lose all their 'wow' factor.

"So I take it you don't exactly have a medical degree?" Back to the drawer, and he comes up with the bottle of ibuprofen, shaking out two and swallowing them dry.

[enflammen]

"You too." He can appreciate the lack of staring. It's a thing that happened, and while Micah isn't ashamed of it - the result of another man's life, not his own choices - he knows the sort of ideas people tend to form based on appearance. Having it be a non-issue is refreshing.

"No, not really. EMT training, but I let my certification lapse." It wasn't necessary to keep up once he quit firefighting. "But I guess this implant's got all the info I need?" He taps at the space behind his ear. It's about as jarring as the time he ended up with another language crammed unexpectedly into his brain.

Feb 8+

[stickupherforehead]

[have a Pearl! She's looking a bit out of it, though her focus sharpens when she comes across you in and/or around the medical bay.]

Are you part of the Vanquish? [she disappears for a week and it's like nothing stayed the same]

[enflammen]

[It's been a day, and Micah isn't exactly settled, but he's trying, at least. Taking a careful inventory of the supplies in the lab gives his mind something to focus on.]

Looks like I am. I'm Micah, [he says, holding out his hand to shake,] just got here yesterday.

[stickupherforehead]

[it takes her half a second to register, but Pearl shakes his hand - albeit a bit limply.]

I'm Pearl, the engineer here. If you need anything, feel free to find me.

[enflammen]

Good to meet you, Pearl.

[His handshake is steady, practiced.]

Thanks, I'll definitely let you know if I think of anything. You been here a while?

feb 12

[paraclete]

This is actually only the second time Kaworu's been back to the Vanquish since departing for his friend's ship and deciding to just hang around there instead. His engineering augment hasn't made him particularly loyal to his ship, and he doesn't mind being an interloper to the Heron if it means keeping Shinji from total despair. His best friend's shattered state is largely Kaworu's own fault, so he feels guilty enough to do anything.

Still, he's found it prudent to pop back in here and there in order to get things like clothes and hygiene products... which is exactly what he's doing now. With his arms full of nondescript space stuff — jumpsuits, toothpaste, the like — Kaworu happens upon Micah as he approaches the medical bay with the purpose of pilfering the store of sleep aids. Though he honestly could not care less about his alleged responsibilities to the Vanquish, Kaworu likes people, and this is one he hasn't met before... so he's wholly friendly, even familiar, despite the fact he hasn't been around at all since Micah's arrival here.

"Hello," he says pleasantly. He's a slight boy with a chalky complexion, though he manages to seem healthy rather than sickly. His face looks like it was created specifically with kindness in mind. "We haven't met yet. Oh, would you mind me moving past?"

[enflammen]

It's been a few days, and Micah's had some time to settle in to this weird new life he's found himself thrown into. He's adaptive by nature, and while large in scope, this is still just another bend in the road before him. It's fine; he can handle this.

He does here what he always does when circumstances shift the ground under his feet - he creates structure, a familiar pattern to follow in the progression of the day. Part of that pattern now involves time spent in the medical bay, taking inventory of supplies, learning what his implant has to show him.

He thought he met all his crewmates already by now, though. But that's fine; the more the merrier, right? He gives Kaworu an acknowledging nod and steps out of his way. "Yeah, I'm new here. Micah. You need a hand with anything?"

[geonomy]

Wandering the other way down the hall is Clay, hoping for some munchies in the kitchen after a good amount of paperwork. But when he catches sight of Micah, he pauses, a bit surprised to find someone new here (since, again, their ship isn't big enough, why Atroma why), but that quickly turns into a warm, welcoming grin as he changes his path to greet the newcomer instead.

"Hey there," he said, tone friendly and even a bit excited, "You new here?"

[enflammen]

Micah halts when he's addressed, turning to face the voice and the person attached to it. He doesn't smile, though it's not out of hostility toward Clay, just a general irritation with the situation at large.

"Yeah," he says, "looks like I am. Name's Micah. I just sort of appeared here." A few flecks of confetti still cling to his hair. "Am I supposed to check in with someone?"

[touchofrogue]

Though Rogue has been spending most of her time on the space station, she does check in with the Vanquish once or twice a day. The tell-tale chocolate pudding and leftover confetti is a clue she can't quite miss. Great, another one?

Did Atroma bother to expand their capacity this time?

Scowling a little and doing mental calculations of supplies needed, Rogue set out to look for her new crewmate.

[enflammen]

Yep, another one. A few errant flakes of confetti still cling to Micah's hair, so he'll be easy to spot at the new addition to the ship. He's busy familiarizing himself with the path of hallways and where they lead, stopping short of a collision when he turns a corner and finds himself face to face with Rogue.

"Sorry," he says, a touch on the gruff side. "Guess we need some mirrors around the corners here."

1/2

[touchofrogue]

There was a moment of shocked silence with Rogue's eyes widening and she barely swallows back Oh, you're the double because even five years from then, a week's intent observation couldn't be so easily forgotten. There were a thousand little differences from everything in tone and words - sorry - to manner which let her know that - thank Gawd - Mello wasn't the one on her ship.

[touchofrogue]

So Rogue shook her head, smiling a little. "That's what I love ta see - new recruits with initiative. Welcome ta the Vanquish." She stuck out a gloved hand. "I'm Rogue."

She should add 'first mate' except she's really not used to that and figures that the rank is more or less honorary as far as she's concerned.