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[misconceived]

WHO The Huntress crew (& YOU?)
BROADCAST Non.
ACTION SS Huntress
WHEN May 24th and onward

[ Welcome to your regularly scheduled insanity, Elize! The ship is nice and rather upgraded, not to mention Shirley's valiant efforts to make it a bit more homey. With two demons, a fish-person prophet of the ocean, a former Templar and... Isabela, the crew is rather lively but somehow hasn't torn itself apart. Yet.

With all the things going on this month, a casino with great prizes and a magical forest, there's plenty of buzz and movement. But what is everyone up to during the downtime? ]

Comments

[princessia]

[ Crew members might be able to notice the ship has reconstructed itself slightly to include a new bunk room and even a personnel room with the name "Elize Lutus" on the placard. On the day of Elize's transfer, the little girl can be found roaming around and poking her head through any open rooms. Now that she's part of the Huntress, she'd better politely inform everyone and let her presence be known. She's especially eager to find Cullen on the ship...

If anyone decides to see her later on in the week, the door to her personnel room will be open and she can be found testing all different kinds of colored pens, markers, and pencils on a piece of paper. It looks like she managed to buy some affordable drawing materials from a waystation with cheap products.

There isn't much to the room except for a painting of flowers hanging on the wall, given to her by Shirley. Next to it is Cole's drawing of... a large man with huge horns and an eyepatch, along with some odd markings. Some might recognize it's a drawing of the Iron Bull. Elize found a cheap frame to put it in and hang it up. ]

[misconceived]

[ Chris isn't hard to miss. If he's not in the kitchen or the lab, he's generally hanging out on the bridge. It isn't the roomiest, but hey, he gets the captain's chair and that works for him. Thankfully, however, Elize's caught him in the kitchen where he's messing with trying to make bread with the flour and other substitutes provided and he's up to his arms in fluffy white. It's... going.

He looks up when Elize enters, partially hearing her and partially sensing her. It's kind of all the same thing to him. ]

Uh. Hi. Elize, right?

[princessia]

Uh...

[ Good, he's one of the people she was hoping to find as soon as possible. Then she just takes a moment to stare at all that white until he greets her. ]

Yes. Hello again, Chris.

[ She greets him with a small nod and cracks the tiniest of shy smiles. And she's just going to jump straight to what she wants to tell him. ]

I'm... part of the Huntress now!

[misconceived]

[ He's trying to wipe it off with a hand towel but it isn't... really... working all that well. Doesn't mean he won't stop right away; when he notices, he just huffs and lets the towel slap against the measly counter. ]

Really? [ Wait, no, that's not a good reaction. ] I mean—hey. Welcome. Glad to have you aboard. [ He pauses, tries wiping a hand on his pants which no Chris honey stop. ] I, uh, would shake your hand, but...

[princessia]

I-it's all right.

[ She doesn't really use formalities like that anyway.

As she watches him wipe off his hands with very little success, her smile turns into a small frown, thinking maybe it's wrong timing for her to tell him the news when he looks busy. ]

I'm so sorry for bothering you!

[hearsthesea]

[Shirley can't help but notice the assortment of writing utensils once she passes by the personnel room, so of course she pokes her head for curiosity's sake.]

Elize? What's that you're doing?

[princessia]

[ Ballpoint pens seemed strange to her at first, but she finds it so much easier to work with than quills or ink pens with nibs. Now she has more than the colors red, blue, and black! And more than just pens. ]

I'm testing out these pens.

[ Lines of rainbows on her paper now... ]

There's so many colors!

[hearsthesea]

There are, aren't there? Do you like to draw?

[Or maybe Elize just likes it because it's all so pretty when put together. Shirley can definitely get behind that.]

[princessia]

I like to, sometimes.

[ She prefers making up songs and playing word games, but she does like to doodle every now and then. When your only friend was a stuffed animal for the longest time, she had to figure out other activities to pass time. ]

I didn't know ink could come in so many different colors. There's even pink!

[serves]

[Cullen doesn't usually leave his room open as he's mulling about, but today he just happens to do so. When Elize pops her head in, he's surprised--she usually lets him know when she's about to come visit.]

Elize. I wasn't expecting you. Is everything all right?

[princessia]

[ When she finds Cullen, the big smile on her face makes it clear that everything is perfectly fine. With a small dash forward, she springs herself at him for a hug just as she usually does whenever she visits. ]

[serves]

[He's always prepared for them now. Cullen catches her, lifting her up for a proper hug.

And then he realizes the little tea set he got her is sitting RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN Maker's breath don't mind him trying to obstruct her view by angling them just so.]

And how are you doing today?

[princessia]

[ She laughs happily as he picks her up. Thankfully, she focuses on him and doesn't even think of trying to look around him to see the tea set. ]

Good. Guess what?

[hearsthesea]

[Your resident fish-person more-of-a-priestess-really is mostly working on the waystations and hanging out on the ship again, although most of the casino fare is too glitzy for her to add it to the ship's decor. Despite the lack of excitement, she's looking a little more serious lately - maybe bother her a little?]

[misconceived]

[ Oh, he's definitely noticed. Considering Shirley and Chris are the only original Huntresses left (rip Varric), there's a connection there Chris isn't going to bother denying. When he sees her somberness, he approaches. ]

Hey. Can we talk a little? Haven't seen you lately.

[hearsthesea]

Hm?

[Shirley hasn't been expecting the approach, but she's not about to turn Chris down. The feeling is mutual, really - nothing against the other members of the ship, but being shoved in a ship at the same time does tend to bring people together.]

Yes, of course. Do you want to have a seat?

[misconceived]

[ Especially when they were the first ones there. Chris shrugs at the question and does indeed sit himself down. ]

So... How have you been doing lately?

[pirasea]

[Isabela has done rather well for herself at the casino and what she hasn't won directly she's managed to buy with her earnings. Or. You know. Steal in some cases, though she's unfamiliar enough with the security systems she's been pretty wary about that.

She can be found among her prizes scattered around her room, looking rather pleased with her hoard. Aside from credits she now has a couple of cheap daggers. Nothing spectacular for anyone who knows their blades, but that doesn't stop her tending to them lovingly all the same, bringing the metal to a reflective shine with a well worn and possibly bloodstained rag. She has a laser knife to add to her arsenal now too. She has less love for this and less understanding, but she's interested in testing its capabilities too. Another touch from Thedas is the Wicked Grace cards she's won. She doesn't bother to hide she's stacking these for her next game. If anyone on board happens to be a future opponent she doesn't mind letting them shuffle. She has more than one way to cheat this game. She'd never have become so accomplished if she didn't.

There are also some clothes in among there, mostly "dresses" intended as lingerie, though fortunately there are some longer regular tops too much to the relief of... probably everyone. No pants though if anyone was hoping she might start wearing something besides boots on her legs any time soon.]

[princessia]

[ By now, Elize has become familiar with which room belongs to Chris, Shirley, and Cullen. Judging by the other rooms though, she realizes she hasn't met everyone on the ship yet.

She quietly enters the room, but doesn't venture too far inside, sticking nearby the entrance hatch. She doesn't want to startle whoever may be there at the moment. Instead, she calls out shyly. ]

...hello?

[pirasea]

[Isabela hasn't spent much time on board since they arrived at the casinos and so missed Elize initial move into the ship.

She's not unobservant though and so has seen the new room and placard. As such she's not caught off guard by the unfamiliar footsteps and voice. She lowers the blade she's cleaning, smiling over at the hatch. ]

Elize, isn't it?

[princessia]

Yes.

[ Being the only newcomer of the ship and the only one having a personnel room with a convenient placard makes her easily identifiable. She remains by the hatch, refusing to rudely step further into the room. ]

I'm sorry... I don't know your name. I hope I'm not bothering you.

[serves]

[Cullen doesn't often approach Isabela. He's civil, but he's not the type to go seek anyone out first. But today, he can't help but take notice of all the things in her room. And usually, he'd mind his own business, but--]

Maker's breath. Is all of that really necessary?

[pirasea]

Not necessary, but that doesn't mean it's not nice to have all of it.

Doesn't it always make you feel better when you can wrap your hands around the hilt of a firm blade?

[serves]

I have the feeling this conversation will quickly turn into two things at once.

[misconceived]

[ Chris has been keeping to himself on the whole lately. After the confrontation with Piper and his own issues getting in the way, not to mention the night spent as a rough 'n wild demon down on the forest planet, he isn't feeling too sociable. What he has been doing instead is hanging out in the cargo bay with their Floot Loop™ punching bag, or is in the kitchen trying out all of their fancy food things to see if he can make anything edible. Piper-level cook he may not be, but he knows how to make one thing from another.

When caught in the kitchen, it's easy to notice the notepad on the dining table with what look like... poems? The trash is kind of full of crumpled up papers, as well. They seem to focus on the idea of getting out of here, or setting something right and family. It's all a bit jumbled without the context.

But, hey, who can resist the lure of delicious smells whenever Chris succeeds in making bread or eggs or something actually made of food? ]