driftfleet | nothing is perfect, but your imperfections are quaint

[After Simon had discerned that there was most likely not any human life in need of help on the mysterious ship they were docked on, he tended to stick to the Bloodsport and nearby. It felt safer there.

He could be found expressing disgust at Atroma's broadcasts and in a rather grumpy mood afterward, helping fix people who were injured, and generally doing his best to be productive and helpful.]

[Jinx tended to trundle back to the Bloodsport periodically after adventuring out into the wilderness that was full of socially acceptable things to kill.

This was great. She is practically glowing. She is definitely smiling when you try to talk to her.

She is also looking a little bit thin, and rustling through the kitchen for food perpetually.]

[Jinx trundles her way into the infirmary in a surprisingly good mood for the gash she has across one shoulder. She hops herself up onto his table and unceremoniously pulls her shirt off her shoulder.

A bug took her by surprise.

Patch her up, doc?]

Aaaah! [Hiccup appears on the bridge like most new arrivals, staggering out of surprise and... accidentally knocking over the pudding or whatever the hell that is. He steadies himself on a console-- thankfully not hitting anything important-- and glances around.

Confetti settles in his hair. He's not quite sure where it came from, but he lifts a hand cautiously to ruffle his hair and chase it out.]

Uh... hah... hi.

[It doesn't take him long to go exploring, though, so if anyone would like to run into him somewhere else it's totally possible. You can probably hear him coming a mile away with that metal foot.]

[the bizarre, empty ship hasn't exactly put him in a good mood either... but he still puts on a polite, calm face as he catches up with Simon in a hallway.]

Hey, Simon. Take it you didn't find anyone else on board?

[WELL... Robin was just standing around by the comm station, trying to decipher the readings and totally minding his own business, so he understandably also looks kind of startled when someone materializes on his bridge in a small cloud of confetti.]

...Hello. [a short, considering pause.] How are you?

[Hiccup gives a glance at whatever brown stuff is on the floor. He doesn't want to find out what that is. And then he looks back over at Robin.]

I'm-- I'm good, mostly. As good as I can be after being... kidnapped. [He dusts more confetti off his armor.] Where am I? [He could be on one of the other weird sail-less ships, but he's not sure.]

[Jinx gives their newest arrival in incredulous look.

Dude. Di you just seriously waste free food? Come on, man.]

Ah. [well, then. he'll just stop what he's doing, lean on the control panel. at least he's figured out what's going on--and seems pretty casual about it.]

You're on the Bloodsport, one of the seventeen smaller ships in the Drift Fleet. And unless they changed their gimmick, the confetti means you're the newest member of the crew.

[Simon was taken by surprise by Jinx coming into his medbay; however, he recovered quickly and was soon washing his hands and preparing to treat her wound, shaking his head.]

Had a run-in with a bug?

Not so far. It seems... bizarre. Like this ship should have been piloted by people, yet there none.

[Robin's nature helps put Hiccup at ease, a little.]

Ah, gotcha. So nice of them to give me a choice. [The sarcasm is tangible.] I never was much the sailing type, or whatever you call-- [He gestures to ALL of the ship.] -- this. I'd rather fly... but they grabbed me and somehow forgot my dragon, so that's right out.

[He rolls his shoulders and looks around again.]

This is gonna sound crazy, because it is, but I apparently know how this hunk of metal works. I'm-- not the only one, right?

[That's not food, it's politely concentrated dragon shit. He blinks back at Jinx, though. Then gives himself a cursory glance to make sure his fly isn't open or something.]

Uh... greetings and salutations, stranger. I'm Hiccup.

[oooo, his eyes go a little wide--with severe understanding.]

You've got all this knowledge that wasn't there a few days ago, right? You suddenly understand what a photon capacitor is, despite having never seen one in your life?

[Oh thank the GODS he thought he was alone here. His eyes widen too.]

And you mysteriously know how to change a flux radiator even though you're pretty sure you have no idea what those words mean outside of that context?

Yes! [oh no he's grinning now this is taking a dangerous turn.] You're an engineer! And no one else on this ship is going to have a fucking clue what you're talking about.

[that's... no, Robin, stop looking so happy...]

So, what's your name? And go back to whatever you said about a dragon?

[Hiccup laughs awkwardly. At least he's not alone. On the other hand, this is a strange and terrifying new responsibility.] Except you, right? That's... something, I guess. I'm used to making things no one else understands, but this is-- this is new.

[He rubs at the back of his head.]

Oh. I'm Hiccup. [A pause.] I'm a dragon rider. It's a thing. I don't suppose you've seen a... twenty-foot-long black dragon around here? Has a red tail fin, eats fish, loves people?

Of course I'm... not sure where he'd hide, but I thought I'd ask anyway. Just to be sure.

[Cole's back.

He spends a chunk of time here because it has people he adores and loves being near. But when he first came on board, River was having troubles and Simon was with her, so he wandered the ship, waiting for them to be free. Or to find someone else to chat to.]

You're... Huh.

[his bright expression is quick to drop into skeptical confusion. he'll finally walk out from behind the comms, holding up his fingers as he counts.]

One, that's a strange name. Is that a nickname?

Two, I have not seen this dragon, unfortunately. But I will keep an eye out.

Three, I... [he pauses for a second. how to put this...] I think I should warn you, bluntly, that you might want to be a little careful with saying you're a dragon rider, because I know of at least one dragon around here who would take terrible offense at the implication.

[...he shrugs.] Then again, he's really easy to offend. I'm Robin, by the way. Like the bird.

[he makes a thoughtful little noise. chews on this, mentally, for a moment.]

... I like this ship less and less, the more I hear about it. I assume you'll want to stay on to help the people coming back from exploring?

[Simon had been expecting Cole to visit once they were docked- when he heard the other man's footsteps, he poked his head out of the kitchen and nodded once he affirmed the visitor's identity.]

I've made some rice. It's not much, but would you like to join me?

Indeed- I know not all of them are going to come back unscathed. Those bugs do not seem to like intruders interfering with... whatever they are doing.

Nope, that's my real name. It's a Viking thing. Scary names ward off monsters.

[Robin is sassy. He can appreciate that. It's sad being the only Viking with sarcasm.]

Wait, what? There's a dragon here? [His eyes widen, and suddenly he's all excited.] What does he look like? How big is he?

[Oh. Manners. Yes.] Er, right. Nice to meet you, fellow kidnappee and engineering nut.

[A shrug, followed by a small wince. Bad choice there Jinx.]

...A few.

[Leaning on one hand, she watches him put together patch-up tools from under her lashes. She supposed this meant it was time to determine just what kind of doc he would be. For her, at least.

That little girl had been great, though. Two seconds and no more pain. he probably couldn't do that.]

[Salutations? Jinx tilts her head. She doesn't know that word. But she knows greetings. he must be the new arrival to their merry little band.

She bobs her head in his direction, more of a chin jerk than anything else.

Sup?]

nothing is perfect, but your imperfections are quaint

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No, he really doesn't live here.

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