driftfleet | Mingle bells mingle bells

Thankfully, Wrath's gotten a cane between arrival and shuffle, so she can at least move around a little better. But she's definitely leaning on that cane, limping along. She shouldn't be standing so much at all, but she really wants to explore the ship and see who else is there!

And it's so cool. She's never been on a spaceship before. And it's in space! SPACE!

So yes. She is excited and happy to be here.

It's good to see that enthusiasm on a lady, and when Ray runs into her it's obvious it's catching. He grins at her and sticks out his hand.

"Hey, good to see you on the ship."

At the sight of a (barely) familiar face, the wattage on the smile, impossibly, goes up. "Ray!" Enthusiastic hand shaking ensues. "So this means we get to work together, huh? That's great! And I think our ship has the best name."

It's pretty. She likes pretty. Pretty and knives, really.

Man, it's definitely catching. "Yeah! It's a little girly, but the guys are kinda outnumbered anyway."

Wrath pokes Ray lightly on the arm. "Girly things are the best things, see?" Well, it isn't obvious how girly she is, herself. Just wait until the first time she gets to go shopping, though. "So there are a lot of other girls on this ship? That's pretty cool. When I was in the army, it was about fifty-fifty!:"

"Used to be three of 'em and me, but we're getting closer to normal again now. You, Polly, Natasha, and then me 'n the new guy. Almost fifty-fifty."

Though he doesn't think the Vision has to shave. Or pee standing up. Or pee at all.

"I'll do your nails some time and then you can feel like you fit in." Is she joking? Not even she is sure.

"New guy--oh, Vision? He's super nice. And he floats. I wish I could float, wouldn't that be cool?"

"Thanks, but I'll just fuck 'em up again 5 minutes later, be a shame of all that hard work," he grins back, then beckons for her to follow him to their sleeping quarters, give her a little tour.

"Sounds like he can do a lot of cool stuff," he says while he walks.

"Nah, I know how to do nails right. Manicure that's guaranteed to last through three days of active combat and then a brawl at a D3 bar." Look, it's a thing, okay? "What's the point of mail polish that can't stay one after you've punched someone's teeth out?"

"He said flying is an innate ability, so I guess so? It must be nice to have... Uh. Image abilities."

"Only innate ability I got's being able to drink bad coffee and looking good in green," he replies, pushing open the door to the dorms. It's a pretty underwhelming sight.

"Those are pretty good, though! Green is an awesome color too. I wish I looked good in green." Maybe she's been around Delta too much. "And bad coffee is a survival skill so you're all set!"

Wrath is basically unfazed by the bunk room. She's had a lot worse before. And can sleep through just about anything other than a duty alert. "Cool, which bed is free?"

Girl, you are so perky, he actually believes you when you say that.

He scratches his stubbly cheek, then points at three of the beds. "Those ones, I guess. Got a locker, too. Careful 'bout the second one, it's got a lot of my winter stuff in it."

Someone's already figured out Wrath's reality-bending power of sheer optimistic belief.

"Why do you have winter stuff? We're in space!" It doesn't snow in space, right? Right? Or is everything she knows a lie?

"I don't have that much stuff right now, anyway." Though just wait until the first time she gets to go shopping. Hopefully with a competent adult who understands numbers better than she does.

Probably, but it still doesn't snow in space. "'Cause it was fucking cold as balls where I was before I got here," he says, tapping a little rhythm on the thin wall while she explores the small room. "Dumped here with all my thousand layers on. Pain in the ass, but what're you gonna do, right?"

"Oh, that makes sense. But it's good to have that stuff in case we go somewhere cold, right?" She opens the locker he mentioned and pokes through it a little. "Could I borrow your sweater then? I get cold all the time. Especially my feet, but your socks would be huge."

It's an unexpected request, but it's- kind of cute, and whatever, so is she, and he's not using it. So he shrugs, makes a vague hand gesture. "Sure, go for it, I ain't usin' it. Got some thermals in there too, I think, like long johns, case you get cold at night."

His long johns would be ridiculously huge on her too, probably. But they sound really warm too.

She finds the sweater and pulls it out, then puts it right on. Yes, it's really big on her, but she's grinning. "Thanks, Ray, you're the best."

She doesn't have Maine to put her cold feet on any more, so this is kind of important. Oh look, and the socks! "These look so warm! But if we get to a super cold place, don't worry, I'll give everything back." Since obviously he'd need it then.

They were made for polar conditions, they are definitely warm.

He grins a little, bashfully- that's really damn adorable, and he's kind of charmed by the sight. "Nah," he says. "Just make sure I get it if I ever go back, 'cause I'm gonna need it there. My buddy'd rip me a new one if I showed up in just jeans and a tee."

"Do you really want to go home?" She asks. She's on the fence herself. Well, if she had her friends here, it would be a really tough decision. Right now she's probably go back though. But if she ends up being more useful serving here...

"Yeah," he says, softer than before. "I was- I was gonna go on an adventure with my- Fraser, my best friend." His ears color a little at the slip-up, but he wasn't meeting her eyes to begin with.

"I feel bad about not bein' there with him. He's gotta be worried."

"Your friend or your friend?" She asks, curious. Sad to be away from either kind of friend, really.

She nods, though. "My friend are probably worried too. Hopefully Maine hasn't hurt anyone."

He does his very, very best to not splutter at that, looking up at her again. "What's that supposed to mean? My best friend, I said 'best friend'."

Wrath shrugs. "Just meant I'd be extra happy for you if you were getting laid."

PRIORITIES, RAY.

"Well, he ain't here, so I wouldn't be getting laid anyway!"

Platonic thoughts about his platonic work friend!

"Yeah." Sad, sympathetic nodding. "That really blows. Well, hopefully you'll get some extra once you get home." Think for a moment. "Well, and here too, unless it's one of those monogamous things."

Still doesn't get that whole... thing.

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I'm going to assume she'll get to asking his name in the other thread OK? :)

haha absolutely!

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Oh lawd those swype errors in my last tag /sob

hahah don't worry about it, i know the pain of phonetags

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/wheezes

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Oh god help