Mingle bells mingle bells

[poetontheinside]

Who: Windrose crew
Broadcast: Maybe?? probably not
Action: SS Windrose
When: After the shuffle!

[After this seasonally inappropriate song gets stuck in your head, it's time for a mingle! Come on up, new Windrosers, it's time to party.]

Comments

[grabthecheese]

The Vision? [A strange name, but she's heard stranger.] Just Polly works. It's not the army.

[She should know, she's also a sergeant.]

[unbearablynaive]

I'm glad to meet you, Polly. [He even sounds sincere about it.]

It seems the knowledge they have implanted in me is in regards to technology aboard the ships, appropriately enough. I will attempt to keep up with these responsibilities on my own, but please, if there is anything in particular you feel needs my attention I would appreciate the input.

[grabthecheese]

It's nice to meet you, too.

So you're an engineer, too? [Two engineers definitely seems useful. ] You should probably talk to Ray, then. He's taken the engine apart a few times.

[unbearablynaive]

I'm sure I will. [It's a small ship, after all - he'd be surprised if he doesn't come to know the other crew well.] There was one other new arrival with me, Wrath, and I believe she has the Security knowledge. Does this leave us well-rounded?

[grabthecheese]

[Should she ask if she's an angry person? She probably shouldn't ask if she's an angry person.]

We're still lacking any medical personnel, but people from the other ships can help if we need it.

[unbearablynaive]

[He nods. That could be a problem, but it sounds like one they can work around.]

I'm unlikely to need medical attention myself. I also do not require sleep or food, though I can eat for pleasure. If there is a shift system, I will take the least desirable shift.

[grabthecheese]

You're lucky. The food here is awful.

[She will never, ever get used to eating gels. And green tea isn't tea, in her opinion.]

There's no shifts. It's pretty quiet right now, but with the strange ship we found that's probably going to change.

[unbearablynaive]

What I saw did rather resemble toothpaste. [He'll have to keep an eye out for real supplies to stock up the ship with, even if he doesn't eat. It would be a nice gesture.]

Yes, about that--it seems our hosts are encouraging us to explore it. Do we have plans together, as a crew? If not, should we make them or approach it individually?

[grabthecheese]

That's about all we have. Not even an onion. [Onions are important.

And this crew consists of very independent people, so:] I'm not sure what anyone's plans are, but it might not be safe in there alone.

[unbearablynaive]

How unfortunate. [Note to self: acquire an onion at earliest opportunity.]

It may not be safe in there regardless. I am skilled in combat, however, and if you were interested in exploring I would be glad to go with you.

[grabthecheese]

I was planning to have a look. [Her curiosity is definitely getting the better of her.] We could ask the crew.

[unbearablynaive]

[From what he's seen of her so far, Wrath will probably want to go as long as she can keep up physically.]

It could be a good chance to get to know one another. I'd like that.

[grabthecheese]

Okay. I'll ask everyone.

[She likes the crew, and she does want them to learn how to work together.]

[unbearablynaive]

I appreciate it, Polly. Please let me know how it goes; in the meantime, I believe I will continue to look around the ship, if you do not mind?

[grabthecheese]

Of course not. But you've seen most of it already.

[unbearablynaive]

[The ships are a little small, aren't they? Oh well. He nods.]

Can they be modified?

[grabthecheese]

We can order upgrades, if we have enough money. The bunks used to be smaller.

[unbearablynaive]

[he tilts his head to one side curiously.]

That could be done. How does one obtain the money?

[grabthecheese]

By... being entertaining.

[Yeah, she doesn't really get it, either.]

[unbearablynaive]

[He blinks. A couple times.]

Oh, dear. That's entirely subjective even within the human race.

[grabthecheese]

I just try not to think about it.

[unbearablynaive]

I suppose that is what we must do.

[But how is he supposed to get enough money to upgrade the ship if he's not entertaining? How does he know what's entertaining to the audience? The Vision will have to think about it for a while.]