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?

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

[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?

[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?

[stickupherforehead]

[well, that's probably not used for cooking. Still, knives are definitely useful and she's got a million.

She winces though, when she sees that sheath.] These blades are thicker than what you would normally see with metal ones. [so they break less easily]

I'm assuming you used to have a steel knife of some sort?

[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.

[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]

[Rogue nods. That makes sense.]

Yeah. Just one of those straight, survival knives. The place where I was before didn't much go in for Swiss Army Knives, so the guy at the armory [Sokka, as it happens, and she remembers not to say his name] made me one for takin' care of [she makes air quotes] 'all your slicin' and dicin' survival needs.' [A small shrug and a smile.] It just feels weird not to have it on me after so long, you know? Not that I'll have to cut much kindlin' up here...

[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?

[stickupherforehead]

[Pearl chuckles a little. Slicing and dicing sounds like a phrase from one of Steven's ninja shows.]

Not much kindling, no, but it's better to have something rather than nothing when the need arises. [this ship doesn't even have an armory]

We can work on sheaths later, but here.

[Pearl is choosing two good knives, about the size of your old one, and placing them on the bit of the table closest to you. They're not the prettiest ones, but they're good and functional.]

Tell me if you like the heft of them.

[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]

[touchofrogue]

That's true. [Yikes, no armory at all? That would be enough to get a girl hopping...]

Thanks. [Rogue takes hold of the first knife easily. Knives might not have been a weapon of choice, but she is very comfortable with them. She holds it easily and well for its purpose, then sets it down and tests the balance and weight of the other.]

These are both pretty great. An' you made them both out of obsidian?

[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?

[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?

[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]

[stickupherforehead]

[Pearl looks pretty pleased at the praise - and all the more pleased because you seem like you know what to do with knives.]

Yes. Obsidian is one of the more widely available materials on this planet and I've been needing a blade.

[she just happened to end up with fifty]