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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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.

[interspace]

[ Seeing the flippancy, knowing the technique for as much as she uses it herself, she reaches out with attention to the cat rather than Anders. Her hand is half-closed, knuckles in offering to be smelled and analyzed. ]

The auto-pilot doesn't seem so bad. All things considered. What kind of legacy do I have to live up to?

[unconfines]

[Captain Whitefluff the Terrible is, for her part, picky about the humans she deems Acceptable Enough. She sniffs Misha's hand primly, stalks away to wind her tail around Anders' ankles, then stalks back to shove her head against Misha's knuckles. Test driving.]

There was the time some mysterious friends of ours tried to shoot us out of the sky. [This is probably the sort of thing that would call for some weight, but the flippancy does not give even slightly.] We were lucky enough to have someone then who got us out of that without too much damage to the ship.

[a beat]

But the flying rocks, those are nothing! Just have to go around them, yes?

[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!

[interspace]

At least I haven't heard any stories about trying to pilot using ammunition as propulsion.

[ For that macho voice, she straightens out to give a snappy salute before letting it fall and grinning. ]

Hard not to notice when the armory is full of giant super rifles or whatever those are. Anyway, anything I should know? Don't enter the bunks on Thursday mornings, or you've gotta turn the water backwards to actually get it hot, or something?

[cabbagedetective]

Hmmm... Nothing I can really think of. Uh... I guess if you bring back food for yourself, write your name on it?

Oh, I got one! Watch out for the captain's cat. That thing is evil.

[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?