driftfleet | 01 | action + video

Who: Stefan Salvatore and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: Following the shuffle!

[action]

[Instant teleportation sucks. Especially when it's too quick for him to process - and then bam! He's... somewhere. Somewhere that's throwing confetti into his face and playing loud, welcoming music?

He nearly stumbles back into the wall, instead regaining his bearings in time to take a look around the ship. Stefan's step is hesitant as he grips his messenger bag tight and explores various places. While he's not exactly stealthy, he's not trying to intrude on anyone either.

In the end, he's settled down in the med lab, inspecting the equipment and trying to discern what's different from the hospitals and labs he's worked in back home - it's not what he's expected, but he could get used to it.]

[video]

[Stefan had held off on announcing his presence via communicator - partially because it wasn't the Network, and partially because they're recording him 24/7 anyways. Does he really need to give the NSA (or whatever this universe's version of the NSA) more fuel for their potentially Islamophobic fire?

Once he's holed himself up in the med lab, he fiddles with the communicator until he's found the video function--]

The longer I'm here, the more I wonder about people's - various species? - taste in television. [He smiles, though it's thin.] Or our showrunners' definition of "informed consent." Doesn't seem like anyone here remembers signing those NDA's.

I... well, this is kind of a weird question, but does anyone know what direction the sun's in? Or how I'd find out what direction the sun's in? It's pretty important. [More than important - it's necessary for his prayers, though he knows better than to voice that out loud.]

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At the rate they keep kidnapping people, who knows? You might meet someone you know soon. [It's said more to reassure her than anything. Stefan doesn't quite know why his big brother instinct's kicking in, just that it is.

He smiles, shaking his head at her reply.] Thanks for trying, but it's not necessary. I can figure something out in the meantime.

If you don't mind me asking, what kind of equipment were you talking about?

[ooc: yikes, sorry about the typo in that last tag! I just saw it now... bleck!]

Hmm, maybe. [but his next attention captures her interest, and she sits up straighter to talk about it]

I have a console that I can use as a communication officer. It allows some scanning, and because we don't have a pilot on our ship it keeps track of the auto-pilot functionality. Because of that, I can see a little bit of information about the system that we're currently in, but nothing farther than that.

[. . . cue Nunnally realizing that she just rambled for a whole paragraph]

Ah, I'm sorry, that was probably more of an explanation than you bargained for.

[ooc | no worries! I didn't even notice it until now, pfffft.]

Maybe, but it was interesting - and pretty thorough. I don't think I'll ever be confused about those again.

[He's also glad no one gave him a communications augment. He'd probably get fired on the first day, if that's even possible.] So most ships have those, right? If they've got an officer like you?

[ahaha, she laughs... sounding a little embarrassed, but she tries to play if off like it's cool. She's... a cool kid... really]

Yes, I think most ships have a communication officer. And it also seems that security officers are quite popular among all the ships.

[she says it with the lilt of a joke. Since her own ship has three of them :')]

Just means there's more of you to share the work, right? [She is the absolute coolest kid. Stefan's certain of it, especially since he's normally nowhere near this positive. Maybe he misses his kid sister more than he thinks, because his big brother instinct's flaring up like mad.] Or that they've got a weird sense of supply and demand.

As long as you're enjoying it - even just a little bit - I think that's all that matters in the end. [Especially since you know, they can't exactly change their augments. Stefan's once again relieved he has something very appropriate.]

[and in return, Nunnally has put her foot in her mouth with what feels like awkward jokes to her more in this conversation than she has in months. Maybe it's because she feels that big brother instinct, and a part of it feels really... nostalgic in the very best way.]

I think you're absolutely right. There is a lot about this place that can be terrible... but I think there is so much room for new beginnings, and... "enjoying it" along the way.

[hmm] Have you found things to enjoy so far? Is your crew nice?

[Good question. Stefan's only been here for a couple of days, and his new ship a few hours... but it could be a lot worse.] They seem nice. Hard to tell, since I've just met most of them - but we're getting along. I can't complain yet.

[Weird alien-producer overlords aside, anyhow. He pauses, careful to keep his voice light:] You might want to check in a week later, once I've discovered how to set my lab on fire or something.

I mean, I've got lab experience... but Earth's labs and these labs might be a different story.

[haha, his joke (she hopes it's a joke? it's probably a joke) makes her giggle a little bit]

Well... perhaps that may still be a good thing? Nothing quite promotes teamwork like attempting to solve a small crisis?

It'd be a terrible blessing in disguise. [Her laughter's contagious! Stefan's laughing, despite his best attempts at holding it in.] But no, I think I'll be fine.

If you ever need any kind of lab support, just let me know. I'll see what I can do.