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[whereivebeen]

Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Paisley!
Broadcast: anything could happen, I guess?
Action: Anywhere on the ship
When: From the shuffle through the end of the month

[ Well the ship could only stay empty but for her captain for so long. And I'm sure the audience is just DYING to know what happens when these older folks show up and find their ship is captained by a 17-year-old with an attitude problem.

Let the games begin... ]

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anytime before the end of the month

[whereivebeen]

[ Of course, right after the shuffle, everything went to hell.

Okay, maybe that's not fair. If she was going to bond with someone, at least it was Jorge (aka Manolo), not someone she couldn't stand. But she was not expecting that, and it's thrown her mood off, especially since she can sort of feel how unrelentingly PLEASANT he is most of the time.

She's planetside a lot of the time, but when she's on the ship, you're most likely to find her in the kitchen, the cockpit/control room/whatever you call that on a spaceship practicing flying the ship (she's not half bad), or on the shuttle.

This shuttle is her home now. Knock before entering and ask nicely if you want her to fly you anywhere. Or offer her something she wants, that'd work too. If you could save up for a solid battleaxe instead of the mediocre sword she managed to get her hands on, she'd fly you anywhere you want to go for the next month, no questions asked.

She doesn't sleep a lot, and she sleeps at weird times and in weird places. Finding her sprawled in the pilot's chair of the control room or under the table in the kitchen sound asleep is not unheard of. Gotta grab sleep when you can get it, right? That's how the Barnams do it, anyway... ]

[dadlife]

[yeah uh. knock knock.]

[whereivebeen]

[ Knocking is good and polite!

Congrats, you get a sleepy but increasingly alert angel with a bit of a rat's nest in her hair, wearing only a sports bra up top. ]

Yeah, need me?

[dadlife]

[put on clothes little girl]

Mind if I hitch a ride down planetside? Need some fresh air and a bit 'o work.

[whereivebeen]

[ Her boobs are covered, she's decent. ]

Yeah, sure, gimme a minute to warm 'er up.

[ She waves him in, yawning but clearly waking up quickly, and turns to get back to the console. Her arms and torso have assorted minor scars here and there, as you'd expect from anyone who's trained in combat with sharp (or blunt, honestly) objects. Or gotten in lots of fights. What isn't so normal are the pretty intense mirrored scars that run down her back from her shoulders to about her mid-back. They've still got a bit of that "happened in the last few years" pink tint do them, even if they're clearly not fresh.

Tay grabs her shirt as she passes it and yanks it on before she sits down. ]

I need'ta get these things upgraded. 'pparently they get more roomy, might be able to drag my mattress in here instead'a sleeping in the seats.

[dadlife]

[he kind of... squeezes in here, this is a little awful.]

You oughtta take the blankets and pillows from the extra beds.

[whereivebeen]

Eh. Might. Someone new shows up, don't want 'em banging down my door looking for their pillows, y'know?

[ She flips switches and presses buttons and has a brief moment of gratefulness for the augment she was given. Okay, she'll thank God for it even. Security might've been better for the guns, but that's worth shit if you can't get to where you need to be.

Anyway, it gives her a lot of the freedom her car does back home. She may not be able to fly away from the Fleet, but she can go where she wants within that range. ]

Is it mornin' or afternoon, anyway?

[dadlife]

Make 'em get their own.

[you're the captain, tay]

Afternoon.

[joel is inspecting the inside of this shuttle. it's so fucking weird to know this.]

[whereivebeen]

I'd hafta find 'em first.

[ Yeah she's the captain. In charge of making sure they've all got what they need. So there. ]

Hmmph.

[ Well, that was more sleep than she meant to get.

Inspect away. It looks like he's probably expecting it to look (thank you augment?) aside from the blanket on one seat. She hasn't had a chance to settle in yet, don't worry it'll start to look more like a bedroom soon. ]

There's a guy in town keeps tryin' to find the ghosts he swears are haunting his vegetable garden. Can probably get a few bucks off him easy, for what it's worth.

[invigorates]

[ wow she's pretty sure laying on the floor under the table is not conducive to healthy sleep patterns. it's also odd and mildly alarming when one enters the kitchen and sees a foot sticking out from under the table like lioriley totally just did. ]

Ah - Are you alright? [ she kneels down immediately, thinking maybe tay fell or something? who knows. ]

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay cracks an eye open and eyes Lior suspiciously ]

There a 'mergency?

[invigorates]

[ oops. ]

No, I... I had thought that perhaps you were hurt. Were you sleeping...?

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay snorts ]

'chuh. Yeah.

[ She yawns and stretches, still on the floor as she'd whack her head if she tried to sit up ]

Whatever. 'm up now. You need me?

[invigorates]

Forgive me for waking you. I do not need anything. [ but she's not moving even after she says that; just sort of watching tay for a moment with a small frown. ]

Is there nowhere more comfortable for you to sleep?

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay shrugs, still on the ground, then slides out from under the table. The mirrored scars running down her back from her shoulders to under her tank top are in plain view for a moment, not a fresh vivid red, but too pink to be more than a couple of years old. ]

Can't get outta practice. If you only sleep on soft mattresses, 'fore too long that's the only place you can get good sleep. Ain't good if you wanna be able to catch a few minutes whenever and wherever you get a chance.

[invigorates]

[ lioriley eases back, pushes herself to a stand as well as tay begins to move. her gaze immediately flickers to the aforementioned scars, though she casts them away just as quickly as not to be rude. ]

True enough, I suppose. But I do think the kitchen floor is far less suited to sleeping than many other areas of the ship - even if they are not feather beds or anything as comfortable. [ like... a chair, or something. ] Wherever you choose to sleep is not my business though, so I apologize for being intrusive.

[whereivebeen]

Whatever.

[ Tay yawns and runs a hand through her hair. ]

I do chairs sometimes. Floor's better, most've the time. Can stretch out flat. We meet proper yet?

[respired]

[The kitchen doesn't have anything of interest for Koltira, but he occasionally checks the cabinets, as though hoping a bottle of top shelf vodka will appear there if he stares long enough.

It's during one of these hopeful visits that he spots Tay, curled up like a shrimp on the floor, using the small table as a canopy.

He lifts an eyebrow.]

Girl.

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay opens one eye and wrinkles her nose at the weird elf person. ]

Whu.

[respired]

You have no bed?

[whereivebeen]

Of course I fuckin' have a bed.

[ The Irish in her accent is strong right now. ]

Wha's it to ya?

[respired]

[He shrugs.]

The floor seems a poor replacement.

[whereivebeen]

Just a nap, ain't gotta be comfy.

[ She eyes him like she's unsure if he'll let her go back to sleep no, or if she even wants to, then sighs and stretches out, rather reminiscent of a cat. ]

You need something or does everyone on this damn ship like bothering me while I'm sleeping?

[respired]

Bothering you? You're in the kitchen.

[He's checking the fridge now, hoping for beer.]

[whereivebeen]

Yeah, and I could've kept sleeping if you hadn't made me talk.

[ No luck. She checked. ]