Bring the pringles, it's a mingle!

[geonomy]

Who: SS Vanquish and whoever visits!
Broadcast: Noooope.
Action: SS Vanquish!
When: Any time during their stay on the blue planet!

[That's right, it's a ship mingle! While the crew of Vanquish have fun on the beach, or help the residents with rebuilding/the fungus problem, or shopping, or whatever strikes their fancy, they've still got to come back to the ship sometime!

As the rest of the crew return at points, they might find a growing collection of shells and little cups of sand and algae around the pilot's area. He'll organize it someday. Maybe.]

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[geonomy]

[When the crew is outside of the ship, Clay leaves them alone for the most part, though of course he talks with and has fun with them if he runs into them. At the ship, however, there's some serious business that he'd like to take care of. He's the captain now, and that means there's a lot of responsibility on him. He tries to think of how Sheena would do things, or Mr. Cosmos, and he thinks he can draw on what he knows about them to get by. Maybe. He hopes.

When he spots another member of the crew, he'll stop by them with a friendly smile.]

Hey, good to see you! I wanted to ask you about something, if you've got the time...

[stickupherforehead]

[Pearl has practically crawled into one of engine spaces, leaving only her legs visible. It looks like she's taking advantage of the fact that the ship isn't actually moving. There are neatly organized engine parts lined up on the floor.

There's a muffled "what" when she realizes somebody is speaking to her. It takes a few seconds, but she eventually wiggles herself out of that space.

Here she is! She might be covered in oil and dust, but at least she's actually looking at you now.] Yes?

[geonomy]

[He greets her with a big smile and a little salute; it's really nice to see his crew working on the ship of their own accord, rather than waiting on upgrades. He's been wanting to give it a new paint job himself, if he finds the materials for it.]

So I've been wondering... [He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.] What kind of improvements do you want to see most? What's your input on how we can make our ship better for everyone here?

[stickupherforehead]

[well, she's mostly taking it apart for the heck of it (and to oil it up, clean it out, get rid of space vermin carcasses, etc.) but she'll eventually put it all back together!!]

Improvements? [uh. She looks at the thing she was taking apart and...opts to grab the towel so she can wipe off the grime.

No, Pearl. Don't bother asking for better engines or a more sophisticated ship or anything that requires gem tech.] You all still need to eat, right?

[geonomy]

[... Well then she's getting to know the ship! That's awesome too! :D]

Yup, we do. An unfortunate part of being human. [He makes a little face as he glances toward where the kitchen is.] And protein's about all we got here, though I'm not sure if we have a choice about that.

[stickupherforehead]

[at least she's not the sort to end up with extra parts at the end. Maybe.]

That's too bad. We could use a little more room in here. [it's like being stuck in the back of Greg's van.

Wait a second.] Aren't there four other food groups?

[alllll the child rearing books she read emphasized how important those food groups are]

[geonomy]

Yeah, there's five in total, if you don't count the sugary part. Grains, fruit, vegetables, dairy, and protein. Protein's good for us humans, but we need other things too, so I'd like to figure out how to get some actual food in us sometime. [He raises an eyebrow with a quirk of a smile; he knows Pearl's not human, it's pretty obvious by the way she looks, but...] I take it that means you don't need to eat?

[stickupherforehead]

[she'll leave the acquisition of foodstuffs to the humans, then. They're adults, right? Technically speaking?]

Haha, no. I get all the energy I need from my gem. It makes traveling a lot easier, comparatively speaking.

[even if she shuddered at the thought of eating]

[geonomy]

I can imagine. You never have to stop to eat or worry about the technicalities of it or anything! [Since she never eats, he might as well not talk about the whole watching out for calories and fat and sugars thing.]

But hey, don't worry too much about the space. It's not much now, but I'm working towards putting my starbucks to upgrading the ship. There's some people here who know how to add their own additions to their ships as well, so if I can get some input from them, I might be able to do something beyond the upgrades as well.

[stickupherforehead]

[Pearl has taken up the entire kitchen table. Obsidian knives and daggers of varying styles are lined up in size order. About 2/3rds have some sort of haft or grip on them and it looks like she's working on the other ones now.

...at least if they'll probably be okay if White Walkers show up.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue is just rolling through the ship and finally came upon the kitchen area. Ooo. Knives. Shiny.

...oh, person. Hello, person! Shiny knives you have.]

Uh, hey. [Better to interrupt purposefully so you don't startle the person working on the sharp things, right?]

[stickupherforehead]

Oh! [good thinking. Pearl looks up, blinking at the new person, but at least she still has a good grip on that knife.]

Hello - [you...person. Uh.] My name is Pearl. You're new here, right?

[touchofrogue]

[A quick smile.] Got it in one. My name's Rogue. I've just been assigned ta this ship.

[stickupherforehead]

[she offers a smile in return, and then continues wrapping up the hilt of this knife. There are seats available if Rogue wants to sit.]

I'm the engineer here. [there's a flicker of something across her face, but then she's looking up at you again] What do you do?

[touchofrogue]

[That... was... a complicated question.

Rogue approached, but didn't take a seat. Instead, she put a gloved hand on the back of the chair and glanced around the kitchen, her augment filling her mind with potential uses for the place.]

They gave me a cookin' augment.

[stickupherforehead]

Cooking? [she pauses, thinking. That is pretty important to humans. And most other species.]

Well, better you than me. [who knew you had to crack eggs and use the insides, not the outside? Not Pearl.] Would you need any knives? I have to warn you though, they are made from obsidian, so they're sharp but brittle.

[aaand this one is done. She sets it with the rest of the finished ones.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue reaches into her right boot and pulls out a knife sheath - the knife had, of course, been confiscated, but they had left the sheath. She'd missed it upon waking. It was one of Wolverine's survival rules: Never go anywhere without a good knife.]

Ya got one that'll fit in this?

[touchofrogue]

[So... this was a drifter ship, huh? It was uncomfortably close - though Rogue could recognize the influence of Ororo's psyche in her impressions. She tugs her gloves on tightly and begins exploring the ship. She's a bit nervous about meeting the people she's been thrown into such close quarters with, and she's not sure how much she should, well, tell. Uuugh. She never thought she'd be missing Luceti.

And she's still walking without full command of her balance. It's irritating.

So... feel free to come across her, wandering around lost. Or as lost as anyone can be in a ship this size.]

[geonomy]

[Well well! There's a new crewmate of his, and she's recognizable, too! Without missing a beat, once he spots her, Clay walks up to her, giving a small salute in greeting.]

Hey, Rogue, right? Welcome to the SS Vanquish!

[touchofrogue]

[Oh hey, she recognizes your face. That's a good thing, and the set of her shoulders relaxes a little.]

Hi. [A small smile in response.] Yeah, thanks. Clay, right?

[geonomy]

Yup, you got it! [It's always nice to see someone he's already met arrive on the ship. Not that he minds meeting new people, it's just a little easier, is all.] I take it you're a new crew member on the ship? What'd they assign you with?

[touchofrogue]

Uh. [It takes her a moment to realize what he means by that, then she gets it.] Oh! I'm a cook.

[And she feels so much less bad about that now that she's poked the augment some more and learned that they have to make due with protein paste. Protein. Paste. Ugh. She was definitely going to try to make that somehow palatable.]

[geonomy]

Hey, stellar! That means we've got two cooks now. Double the good food!

[Dude, he looks pretty psyched about it. Eugene's already been trying to work with the paste, so another mind to add to it ought to give some really good results, especially with Sheena gone.]

I'm the pilot! And the captain of the ship. I'm still kind of new at that last one, though.

[touchofrogue]

[Two cooks? Rogue's dubious confidence in her usefulness evaporates, but at least Clay looks happy about it. She gives him a smile.]

Oh, captain? Should I salute - or something?

[It was meant to be a tease, but it got caught on the edge of her uncertainty and tore free a little ragged.]

[geonomy]

Oh, no. No no no. It's already weird being captain; I don't think I can take people saluting me.

[He's more of a follower than a leader, takes orders rather than gives them. So it's... awkward, still, having that title.]

So hey, did you want a tour or anything? It's not the coziest ship ever, but I'm working on fixing that.