SS Golden Mingle!

[cabbagedetective]

Who: The crew of the SS Golden
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Golden
When: 6/10 to 6/30


[With the exciting lights and sounds of the casino behind them, things seem to have really wound down for the fleet. With very little to do outside of the ship, what better way to try and stave off cabin fever than by socializing with one's fellow crew members? Compare casino winnings, swap stories about anything the other mysterious planet they left behind, or maybe just stare out the window together at the passing space debris. The choice is yours!]

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Tohru Adachi | ota

[cabbagedetective]

[Adachi had spent a great majority of the time last month at the casino. There had been slots, cards, good drinks, all sorts of things to keep him entertained. Now that the fleet was seemingly traveling through relatively dead space, everything just seems so boring by comparison.]

[Thus, Adachi can easily be found spending most of the month lounging around in the crew bunking area, or somewhere in the cargo bay area. Basically, anywhere there's a quiet spot where he can blow off doing anything productive. Feel free to come annoy him with small talk or remind him of various work duties that he's supposed to be doing instead of just sitting on his ass.]

[unconfines]

[Good morning! Did someone mention blowing off anything productive? Fancy that, because your captain is here to visit you, Adachi.

That may or may not count for much. He can come off as flippant, the way he talks about it, but still somehow manages to be pushy and involved in practice.]

Hello! [He's excruciatingly chipper for anyone to be this early in the morning. Also, there's a cat tagging at his heels, long white tail curled around his ankle.] Things down here are just as dingy as I remember them. Fancy that!

[cabbagedetective]

[At the sound of Anders' voice, Adachi kind of scrambles to stand up straight, correcting his suit before snapping a salute. While this obviously wasn't home and Adachi technically wasn't exactly under any obligation to actually respect his so-called "captain," Adachi felt that it was best to keep playing the dutiful subordinate role. It was a pain in the ass to play kiss-up, but, if it largely meant keeping Anders off his back, then he was willing to do it. For now at least...]

What can I do for you captain?

[unconfines]

Oh, there's no reason for all this. [That type of salute is unfamiliar to him, but he copies it anyway, slanted poorly.] Really did just come down to say hello.

[He starts a circle around the room, peering at various boxes and whatever else they keep as cargo. His cat meows loudly at Adachi, apparently for no other reason than the fact that she can.]

I was wondering why I didn't visit the underbelly so much anymore. [A hum, baleful.] Now I think I remember.

Misha Hunt | ota

[interspace]

[ There's something to be said for how boring space is without the proper incentive. Visiting other planets isn't necessarily something new to Misha, and it seems like it's more set-dressing than anything else for this stupid show.

That said, Misha is new and has been exploring all angles of the ship with a solid amount of curiosity, introducing herself to the rest of her crew, avoiding the crazy amount of guns in the armory (three security officers? Really?) and learning the pilot's station. Sometimes there's sparring with the Commander, and others she just finds somewhere quiet to converse with ALFRED. Which, yeah, makes her sound insane if anyone catches the conversation with the computer in her earpieces.

Most of all, she's trying to act normal. Not easy, not perfect, but she does what she can. Anything to distract from that augment buried at the back of her skull. If nothing else, she's always up for conversation to kill time. ]

[unconfines]

[Normal is leagues and away overrated, in his opinion. Anders is restless after the glitz and excitement (of various kinds) from their previous pitstop, and all this... meandering through asteroids is enough to make his cabin fever go haywire. He pops in various places and various times, usually more to chat than anything else. He almost always has a small white cat with him, who is noisy enough for three cats.

He's met her before, but briefly. When he runs across her again, he stops.]

Ah, wait. [He holds up one hand before she can say anything. His cat meows instead, from where she's lounged across one shoulder.] Don't tell me, I can get it! Misha, is it, our trusty pilot?

[interspace]

[ She's patiently amused and quiet while Anders dredges her name from his memory. Arms crossed and head tilted, a smile spreads across her face for the descriptor. ]

That's right. Although I'd say you're quick to trust, but I haven't driven any of us into the asteroids yet, so you're probably right.

And you're Anders, the beloved captain of this ol' rust bucket. Am I right?

[unconfines]

[Anders claps one hand dramatically over his heart. Captain is still an uncomfortable position for him to be in, and one he never asked for, but he's dedicated to not messing it up. He copes with genuine feelings of responsibility like that by being as aggressively flippant as possible, such as:]

Oh, I do what I can. Which for the most part is just hoping that nothing explodes when it's not supposed to.

You're helping a lot with that at the moment, by the way, so yes: we appreciate having a pilot on board. There seems to be a bad trend for ships that don't, and I'd rather not sign us up for that particular list any time soon, if it's all the same to everyone.

[cabbagedetective]

[Adachi was wandering around the Golden. His lounging around had left him rather bored, and he was looking for anything to distract him at this point. He figured there might be someone in the ship's kitchen, so, peeking his head in, he spies Misha going about her business. Not recognizing her immediately, he guessed that she must be the new crew member that was added just a little while ago. Well, she seemed kind of cute, might as well go say hi.]

Yo! You must be the new crew member. Don't think we've met yet. My name's Adachi. I'm one of the security officers on the ship.

[He extends his hand, offering a shake.]

Nice to meet you.

[interspace]

[ Thankfully, Misha has an idea how to cook. The ship isn't exactly outfitted for its crew to thrive on, but there's something to be said for know how not to poison herself. She's messing with the protein stuff when Adachi comes in, and straightens to take his hand in a firm shake. ]

Adachi, huh? I'm Misha, the new guy 'round here. Pilot, if you hadn't noticed. Is it just me or are we a bit oversaturated in security?

[cabbagedetective]

[Adachi's a little surprised by the firmness of Misha's shake, but he returns it before moving a hand up to scratch the back of his head.]

Ah heh, so you noticed that already? Yeah, can't say as though I understand Atroma's staffing decisions, but there you go. Well, at least you're here now, so that gives us some role diversity.

[He then adds with an obviously fake, macho-gusto voice:]

Welcome aboard the SS Golden pilot!

[recopy]

[It's been a few days since a certain network post and radio silence from the posters, and Megaman returns from a visit to the Starstruck with an armful of notes and preoccupied thoughts. He's still not even entirely sure if he's up to this, honestly, but--somebody ought to give it a shot, right? It's a perfectly good idea. Good ideas shouldn't go to waste. Even if the people originally behind it really are gone, now...

But still, it'd be awfully difficult all by himself.

So he stashes the notes in the engineer's office, and takes a moment to go back through his comm, checking up on that same post again, noting the other replies he hadn't quite paid attention to before. And what he finds there is what eventually brings him to the pilot's quarters, a bit tentative (he hasn't introduced himself properly yet, come to think of it) but putting on a polite smile all the same as he sticks his head in through the doorway.]

Hello, excuse me! You're Misha, right? I was-- [--Oh, hold on, she's speaking to someone else.

...Who doesn't seem to be there?

Megaman comes up short at the door, blinking a bit as he tries to pin down who Misha could have been speaking with in this otherwise empty room--but fortunately, his manners manage to catch up to him just in time, and he steps back sheepishly.]

O-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to uh...interrupt anything...?

[interspace]

[ Misha doesn't seem to mind, judging on her reaction. Megaman's own proactivity in gathering the notes is only a half-step ahead of Misha who's been considering the same. Disseminating the discoveries is the best way to assure it's not lost should anything happen or someone disappears. Not to mention, sharing it among everyone is the eventual idea, anyway.

She simply pauses when he pokes his head in, tilting to the side to try and get a better view of him. It's just a kid, she knows, but that isn't enough to judge anyone by and she's simply not had the presence of mind to really talk to all her crewmates yet. This is killing two birds with one stone. ]

You're not. He can wait. Unless he's suddenly too impatient to wait, in which case, too bad for him.

[ There's a slight pause while ALFRED answers in her ear. His polite peevishness is entirely artificial but her own frustrations about the reduced capabilities have rubbed off in a rather noticeable way. ]

Whoa, whoa. No need to go all Skynet. You can hold, ALRFRED, you won't explode. Anyway, you're—Megaman, right?

[recopy]

[Well, the relatively unperturbed reaction is definitely a good sign at the least. That gets Megaman sliding the rest of the way through the door, if not a bit carefully, still being sure to keep a polite distance at the doorstep until he's sure he's invited. Just a kid, for certain, though he always keeps the frame uniform on and maybe that's a bit more unusual--to some, with the helmet and gloves combined, the impression of a child's superhero action figure might have been the first thing to come to mind. (Dr. Hikari certainly had a child-friendly color scheme in mind when he'd first set about designing this particular program.)]

Ah, yeah, that's me! It's nice to meet you, properly...sorry I haven't introduced myself sooner. But yes, I guess I'm the resident engineer here--so, if you ever need anything fixed, you know... [He gestures vaguely--and then pauses, taking another curious glance around the room. His original reason for stopping by is still fresh enough in his head, sure, but it's terribly difficult to address that first when another even more recent mystery is still begging for attention here. And so, after an apparent brief bit of inner struggle:] Er--Alfred? Is that who you're talking to...? I mean, I'm sorry for interrupting him, but...I don't remember anybody new named Alfred on the crew register?

[coppermarigolds]

[Aveline is still sort of angry about Anders being her captain. Seriously, that is all sorts of wrong and he's unqualified. Anyway, she won one thing at the casino -- or rather, Beverly won it for her -- and for now she's just going to curl up in a corner with the battered old book she won.

She is trying very hard to hide the title: Ser Aveline and Other Tales. It's dumb but it's familiar and sweet, and if they gave it to her she may as well read it. She's all tied up with nostalgia and maybe a bit distracted at the moment.]

[cabbagedetective]

[By now, Adachi's become comfortable enough around the ship that he knows all the good nooks and crannies to hide in for his now almost constant lounging sessions. However, one day he's surprised someone already occupying one of his usual spots. She appeared to be rather focused on her book too. She looks rather absorbed and not too interested in being bothered at the moment; but, if she's a crew member, than Adachi figures he might as well say hello and disrupt her little quiet time.]

Must be a pretty good read.

[coppermarigolds]

[She starts, and automatically moves to cover up the book. That's foolish and she realises it almost immediately, but she still leaves her hands on the pages.]

It's... silly stuff, really. Nothing important.

[unconfines]

[Did someone mention the not-so-beloved captain? Because here he is, as the is wont to be, interrupting crew members' lives because he's bored, mostly.

He's bending at the waist to try and read the title of her book around where she has it covered. He is not being subtle in the slightest.]

[coppermarigolds]

[What. Aveline turns to glare at him, her hand very firmly over the title.]

What do you want.

[averagestar]

[Meanwhile, the absolute newest member of the crew is mostly trying to get used to the ship. For the most part, this means a strange combination of doing random things with the communications console, ranging from scanning random asteroids, to browsing through the various minor frequencies and occasionally encrypting random test messages.

Aside from that, she's also practicing dances in the cargo hold daily. Either way, no matter what she's doing, feel free to interrupt.

[cabbagedetective]

[Adachi had been taking a light snooze in the Golden's cargo hold when he was awoken by the sound of someone moving around. He yawns as he sits up, rubbing his eye with the back of a hand.]

Geez... can a guy get a little sleep around here?

[averagestar]

Ah, sorry. I need to do this an hour and a half every day or I'll get rusty, and this is really the only place with a lot of space on the ship...

[...Wait a second.]

Wait, is it really okay to sleep here? Don't you have a, uhh... [...Bed? no we don't have those. Let's see...]

...Cot, I guess? It seems like it would be more comfortable than a random spot on the floor, at least.

[Are you. Are you related to Anzu? Do you just go to sleep in weird places witohut telling anyone?]

[recopy]

[The last month really had been pretty interesting to say the least, hadn't it? Megaman's still not entirely sure whether to qualify it as the good kind of interesting, in all honesty, but it's still hard to deny just how quiet the steady spacedrift of the Golden is after the incredible bustle and noise of the casino station.

Still, he's almost starting to sort of get used to it here--kind of--the longer his stay in the Fleet as a whole becomes. It's difficult keeping himself occupied the way he might have been with Lan around; with no one here yet familiar enough to nag at the same way, the excess energy goes into a lot of ship-poking and puttering and generally aggressive helpfulness at anyone needing any instead. The engineering augment has its uses like that, at least...broken something recently? Wondering how some part of the ship works? He can probably help you. Please let him help you.

He still doesn't actually use the bunkers when 'night' comes around, and the curious can find him past midnight dozing in a chair in his engineer's office instead, lights on. Other evenings, though, he's still awake, and has been poring over a rather large book ever since their return from the casino. His only purchase there, incidentally--it's a detailed textbook on upper-level robotics--and one particular night he's settled at his desk with helmet and gloves off (possibly for the first time since his arrival), mired in tools and wires, his half-dismantled right arm resting on the desktop while he works at it with his free left hand. Sure, he looks pretty preoccupied, but clearly it's a perfect time to remind him he left the door half-open too. Because that's the most important issue here. Yes.]

[cabbagedetective]

[Although it was past midnight, though who can really tell in space, Adachi was puttering around the ship. His sleep schedule having been a little disrupted lately with his lounging around during the day. When he sees the light on in the ship's engineering office (which to be honest he wasn't entirely sure he remembers ever setting foot in before), he decides to investigate. Maybe it was something that could help fight his growing boredom. Sure enough, there's a strange guy clad in blue working at a table... on what appears to be his own arm... huh...]

Well, that's something you don't normally see every day.

[recopy]

[Yeeeah definitely the kind of thing you don't see every day. Megaman would agree, really! This is all a pretty new experience to him too, if he's being honest.

But well, introductions probably don't get much more awkward than this--

Adachi crops up in the doorway, breaking the silence that had been otherwise hanging over the ship for a couple hours now, and Megaman almost falls out of his seat with the surprise of it. Turning to the door, he automatically tries to kind of--cover the opened-up arm with his free hand, as if this is somehow going to help things at all whatsoever.]

A-ah! Oh, hi, uh--this isn't what it looks like! [A beat, as the mild panic begins to let up and he blinks down at his arm for a moment.] Or...well, I guess it's exactly what it looks like, but--okay, it might look bad, but there's nothing to worry about here! Just. Getting in a bit of maintenance, you know.... [His voice trails off awkwardly, and he straightens a bit in his seat.] Um, can I help you with something, mister...?