they'll leave you speechless

[peacockherald]

Who: SS Starstruck & Anyone visiting!
Broadcast: y/n/m - up to the mingle peeps
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Uh, any time this month?

[ It's a mingle post for the SS Starstruck! We've lost a few and we've gained a few +1 gay mage, yeah!, so now's a time to get to know each other, deal with the results of the Iskaulit, or just general crew and visitor shenanigans! ]

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elena gilbert | ota

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Every morning when she wakes up, Elena heads down to the cargo hold to hop on the treadmill for a run. She misses being able to go for runs outside with, you know, changing scenery, but having some way of taking a daily run is good enough that you won't hear her complaining too much. After she's done with her run, she takes a quick shower and makes her way into the kitchen. As long as no one else is in there, she'll get her blood substitute. Otherwise, she gets herself some green tea and will come back later to feed in private in the lab.]

[Elena doesn't spend all day in the lab, however. While at first the sight of space had been terrifying, she enjoys being on the bridge and looking out at the stars around them. It makes for a pleasant sight while she writes because damn straight she's keeping a diary here.]

space is great!!!

[stayinthecar]

[ Today Zeta is on the bridge when Elena enters with her diary, standing by the main window looking at the stars and other ships in the fleet. He turns at the sound of her footsteps and smiles at her. ]

Good afternoon, Elena.

so great!!

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Hey, [Elena gives him a small wave as she moves to sit down nearby.] How's it going?

[stayinthecar]

I'm fine, thank you for asking. I was just thinking about how we need a pilot. It's good to have a security officer again, but I would prefer evasive maneuvers to offensive ones.

[ He peers at the book she's holding. ]

What are you reading?

[lord_wizard]

[It's not like Felix spends all his time at his station. Or any, beyond his own need to eat and drink on occasion. Because he's useless as a cook. But at least he won't have any hurt feelings or questions about her lack of participation in meals. Maybe it works out for them both. The point is, his feet lead him to the bridge from time to time, though maybe partly from habit. He avoids looking at the communications station and instead finds Elena scribbling away.]

Are you a writer?

[Who needs preamble?]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[She stops in said scribbling and looks over. With a smile, she shakes her head.]

Not professionally or anything like that. [A beat before she further clarifies,] It's just my diary.

[lord_wizard]

Your diary? [He pauses a moment, looking at the book with a quizzical expression] What do you record in it, or is it the usual?

Re: elena gilbert | ota

[peacockherald]

<sub>[ It's one of those mornings when Vanyel makes it to the kitchen the same time as Elena. He was not a late riser, but not terribly early either. Paradisa had begun to spoil him in that sense, and he had taken to sleeping past the rising of the sun. Not that there was a sun to rise here, but the point was the same.

He was opening cupboards, frowning as he rummaged trying to find tea packets, a drink he had come to enjoy since his time in the castle. Coffee too. He looked over when he heard Elena enter, nodding hello. ]</sub>

Good morning. You don't happen to know where the tea packets moved to, do you?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena shakes her head.]

Sorry, no. I try to stay out of the kitchen as much as possible.

[She unfortunately inherited her mother's knack for being 100% inept when it comes to all things food-related. She can eat the stuff, but she sure as hell has no idea what she's doing when it comes to cooking or preparing any of it.]

Have you tried looking in the pantry?

[peacockherald]

Hmm, no, though I thought the tea was always kept in the cupboard. Makes me wish for the Castle, almost, I could simply wish a packet up...

_{[ He turned and sidled along until he got to said pantry and opened up the door. ]}

Have we met properly? I'm Vanyel Ashkevron, your new security crew member.

zeta | ota

[stayinthecar]

[ Zee spends a lot of his time on the bridge, especially on the (many) nights when he doesn't sleep. It sounds like the place a captain should be even if he still has no idea what he's meant to do besides look out at the stars and reflect on the fact that he has no idea what he's meant to do. The events of the past month were horrifying to him and saying goodbye to the Iskaulit was difficult to say the least. And he's decided that he won't be letting anyone else know what he is, if he can help it. It might actually be easier now that the crew has mostly turned over.

So although he doesn't need food, exercise, or much rest he can also be found keeping up the appearances of humanity by sitting in the kitchen with an empty cup (like he just finished his water), doing some "cardio" in the cargo hold, or in his room with the door open doing his best approximation of lounging comfortably. Basically, he's around and available and wants to meet everyone! And learn more natural mannerisms from his crewmates... every now and then a body might catch him mimicking their actions. Isn't that strange? ]

[lord_wizard]

[In all fairness to Zee, life on the ship doesn't lend itself to many distractions. Felix feels fairly aimless himself, and finds himself wandering, pining hopelessly for the darkened splendor of the Mirador or even the grand halls of Paradisa. Another one of his habits is playing with his hair, often as an expression of deep though or frustration, and both are in evidence as he strolls about with a book borrowed from the Bishop's library. It's something he wouldn't even think about, except that he sees Zee making the same motion out of the corner of his eye, something that makes him pause and arch a brow at his captain.]

[stayinthecar]

[ That is a very strange thing for him to mimic considering his hologram has short hair, but part of being a robot is not knowing that one needs hair of appropriate length with which to fiddle.

Either way, Zee drops his hand when he's caught, smiling awkwardly. ]

Good afternoon, Felix. How is your book?

[ 8D 8D 8D;;; ]

[lord_wizard]

[He continues to find Zee strangely eager, especially after so long on board. The enthusiasm usually dulls after awhile]

It's interesting, though perhaps that's because it's better than nothing. I used to be spoiled for choice. Now I take what I can get my hands on.

[peacockherald]

<sub>[ It seemed the Iskaulit roused memories in Vanyel, or some other of his Gifts, for his dreams of late had been the lands of ice and snow, boring into his bones with cold and a sense of loneliness. He wondered if the residents of the Iskaulit had felt so, in their final moments, but such paths led to even lonelier thoughts and sleepless nights.

He was up one such night, noticing Zeta's presence in the cabin. He walked up, tapping lightly at the door frame so as not to wholly sneak up on the other. ]</sub>

Captain. You are up rather late.

[stayinthecar]

It seems we both are. Hello, Vanyel.

[ Zee smiles at their new crewmate, sitting up straighter and reaching out a hand to shake. Come on in, let's not disturb anyone else. ]

I haven't thanked you yet for transferring to the Starstruck.

[peacockherald]

_{[ Vanyel leaned in as he stepped through the door, grasping Zeta's hand in more military fore-arm grasp out of habit. It was a hard thing to shake, after all, but it had the same feeling behind it. ]}

Not at all. Felix expressed his concerns over not having one with my augment, and my previous ship had two. I only hope I can be as much help as you think I will be.

[lord_wizard]

[While most people were focusing on the bug ship, Felix had been busy with his own projects, and the work on that seems to be progressing to some careful measurements of the Starstruck's interior. Largely, this takes the form of the wizard carefully pacing the halls and rooms of the ship, then making notes of this on a somewhat rudimentary estimation of a blueprint, all whilst muttering under his breath to himself.

Otherwise, it should be noted he does everything he can to continue avoiding his station. When he isn't making runs out to the waystations, he usually spends the rest of his time playing card games with himself in his room. At least he's a bit more willing to offer his crew a polite smile when the cross paths.]

[peacockherald]

_{[ Vanyel comes to the mage's room, knocking politely on the door before letting himself in. Being as he's known Felix for so long and they have been rather intimate, he thinks he is allowed that bit of less than polite etiquette. At least he knocked. He raised a small package he had in hand, smelling somewhat sweet, smiling at the red haired mage. ]}

Care for a treat?

[lord_wizard]

[Felix sets down his cards and, smiling, nods his assent]

Of course. What did you bring me?

[peacockherald]

_{[ He came further in and shut the door, sitting down beside the red haired mage and bringing out to two small cinnamon rolls. ]}

They smelled delicious and I couldn't resist, so I bought two.

[peacockherald]

<sub>[ Vanyel is new to the crew, knowing only one person - Felix. In fact, Felix was the reason he had asked for a transfer at all, and now he filled out their ranks as their single security officer. It was not that he minded. This whole venture the past few months had been nothing but getting to know new people, after all, and it was not so different from his other ship.

In the beginning he spends much of his time laying charms throughout the ship to encourage protection, for force to slide one way or the other like water flowing around a rock, good luck, the general things one might put on a stead heading into battle or themselves. It takes time, especially drawing on his own reserves of magic rather than pulling from a node, but he does it.

When he is not doing that, he is playing his guitar that the Commander gave him, sometimes out in the open, sometimes in his room. Every now and then he will sing along if he can find words for it. Sometimes he could be found in the kitchen too, making up a meal, often times more than enough for the others than just himself, or things he can leave for people to snack on. Simple fare, yes, but he likes to think he is not to bad at it.

He is always happy to talk to his new crew though, get to know them, and don't be alarmed if he becomes worried when frantically looking for a tiny plush keychain in the shape of a white horse with blue eyes. ]</sub>

julian bashir | ota

[stigmaofsuccess]

[Julian doesn't actually stay on the ship for the first couple of days. He arrives and promptly takes off to parts unknown.

When he does finally turn up on the Starstruck, it's with home cooked food from Beverly.]

Re: julian bashir | ota

[stayinthecar]

[ Zeta doesn't eat, but he can smell that. He hasn't smelled actual food since Piper was on the ship, and is curious of its source... so he tracks it through the ship until he finds Julian and his containers. ]

Oh. You're our second engineer, correct? [ So where did the food come from? ]

[stigmaofsuccess]

Um... yes? If there's already one here?

[He looks at the food he brought.]

I bring a peace offering of food.