driftfleet | oo3 / mingle

[HELLO GOLDEN, you have a new crewmate that's been transferred here from another ship, considering that they're wearing a jumpsuit already. Pamchadra doesn't look too pleased about the change of scenery and crosses her host's arms in annoyance. She had been hoping that maybe she had ended up somewhere better, but it looks like she wasn't lucky enough for that to happen. Thankfully, she's learned from the last time she's ended up on a ship to not complain about the state of it immediately, even if it was fun to scare the poor engineer of her previous ship.

After her arrival, she can be found all over the ship, just figuring out where everything is and poking her head into different areas. The one place she actively avoids is the medical lab, barely peering into it before she just leaves and doesn't return. Everywhere else, excluding the separate rooms, she lingers there and studies her new crew, not wanting to interact with them unless she has to.]

[ Welcome to her office — er, the kitchen. Misha glances up from what ever mad protein mixture she's making when a new face shows up. She heard the jingle, but hadn't been ready to abandon her food to see who arrived. ]

Newbie?

Transfer.

[She strolls over to glance at what Misha was mixing and scrunched her nose in displeasure.]

If you're attempting to make it edible, I think you'll be here for a very long period of time.

Transfer, okay. Name is Misha. I'm the pilot here. What do you do?

[ She glances at her concoction and shrugs. ]

Eh, it's an experiment. I'll live.

Lab support. [There's a pause as she figures out what she should introduce herself as. Pamchadra's out because she doesn't trust there not being other Goa'uld here that might kill her for being a plague carrier.] ...You may call me Mula.

[She just raises an eyebrow at Misha and looks back at the mix.]

If you do not survive, I will not mourn for you because you walked right into this danger without hesitation.

Mula. Sure. Sorry to say, you're kind of redundant here. Then again, we had three security officers until a little while ago, too.

Will you at least inform the others I died a brave warrior's death?

I was redundant on my previous ship as well, so it would not be much of a change for me.

I will tell them of your heroic death, one that only a hasshak could have.

[She looks super serious about this. But she's calling you a fool, Misha.]

Lucky you. Just get to do whatever you want all day. [ Beat. ] Not that it's really different from being not-redundant, either.

[ Misha squints at Mula, very unsure about this. ]

You know, I'd feel more comforted if I knew what a hasshak was.

As long as I don't have to step foot in that place, I don't mind being redundant.

[Her and labs are still Not Friends.]

A hasshak is a type of warrior among my people. They are known for taking risks others would not.

[It is her hope to convince Misha properly so she has something to laugh about in the future.]

You shouldn't have to if you don't want to. Afraid of needles?

[ While her own augment is like, absolutely perfect for her, she's not going to be surprised that some people got stations purely for the irony. ]

Uh-huh. Well, as long we're clear on that.

[ Aaand she takes a bite of the protein mix. Her face scrunches up like she doesn't even know what to do with it, tries to wait it out, then swallows. ]

I think I just made the world's most tasteful tasteless... thing.

Something like that. I don't wish to speak of it.

[You need to level up to friendship to get the tragic backstory.]

Why wouldn't it be clear?

[There's just a look of curiosity as she watches Misha try out the mix and seeing that she doesn't die of it, Pamchadra laughs at her reaction to it.]

Perhaps it'd be smarter to leave this to a cook who knows how to make something with actual taste to it?

Sure, sure. I hear you.

[ Thankfully, Misha is not the pushy sort. She's just the bit character that doesn't belong, after all. ]

Yeah, that would be great if we had a cook. But we don't, so I'll figure something out. Maybe that algae would be better...

[There's a slight tilt of her host's head and a twitch at the corner of his mouth as she appreciates Misha not pushing on her past.]

...Do you even have any cooking experience?

Uh, lots, actually. Just not with this stuff. Who would want to learn that?

Someone who ended up here and needed to know to survive with some level of comfort when it comes to food?

No, they've got premade stuff that is... okay. Certain flavors that don't make you vomit or something. Just thought maybe it was time to think of something new.

[Wait what's this about scaring small engineers WELL SPEAKING OF SMALL ENGINEERS...

Megaman is puttering about the engineer's office around the time Pamchadra starts exploring--it's his usual haunt, really, and he's intent on tidying things up inside at the moment; sorting out his tools, getting star chart papers and notes actually moderately organized. He's not generally a messy person to start, but the planet had been taking up a lot of his attention lately, and things had been starting to get scattered in here...today seemed as good a day as any to catch up on cleanup.

He notices an unfamiliar face through the open doorway, though, and he straightens, interest piqued.]

Oh, hello there! I don't think I've seen you around before... [He smiles a bit, drawing forward.] Welcome to the Golden! Can I help you with anything?

[Well, when you are a grumpy brainsnake on a spaceship not up to her standards, she tends to pin the blame of the terribleness of the ship on the engineer because obviously it's your fault, small engineer. Thankfully, she's trying not to scare any of her new shipmates? Key word here being "trying." Goa'uld don't usually do not intimidating.]

It appears that I'm your new crewmate from this day forward. I thought it would be wise to learn where everything is located and meet the others who live here.

[Though the look on her face says that she's not really into this whole playing nice thing.]

[Well ok it's true this is a logical line of conclusions to make...still.....look blame Atroma for their poor basic ship taste there's only so much a guy can do--but well, anyway!

This isn't the most enthused person Megaman has ever met by a long shot, to say the least, but if he's deterred by the look on Pamchadra's face he certainly doesn't seem to show it. Then again, he's worked with a lot of dour-faced people in his life already! Most of them aren't so bad after a few conversations...this might be the same case right.....]

Ah, a new crewmate! --Well, it's true Adachi did disappear a few days ago... [It's a brief bit of surprise, but he pushes on through it soon enough in favor of being polite, which is a priority here at the moment. He makes his way over to the doorway properly.] But, I do look forward to working with you, anyway! I'm Megaman, it's nice to meet you. [He extends a gloved hand; friendly handshake y/n?] What's your name?

[Or blame the rest of your crewmates why do you guys only have bunks and recreation. She totally downgraded in this ship change and poor Megaman is probably going to hear her anger about her surroundings at some point in the future. Thankfully, she's in "let's not try to act like a Goa'uld at the moment" mode.]

So I'm a replacement. [There's a mixed expression on her face before she chuckles lightly. There are worse things she could be.] Megaman....that is an interesting name. I am Mula. [And she just. looks at the extended hand with no clue as to what she should do with it. ALIENS DON'T SHAKE HANDS OKAY.] I hope I can be of some use here.

[LOOK RECREATION IS AN ESSENTIAL PART OF MAINTAINING HUMAN SANITY IN CRAMPED SPACE QUARTERS and bunks are also extremely important ~~never mind that this guy doesn't even use them but he chips in for them anyway~~...priorities!! These are the Golden priorities. Yes.

Fortunately Megaman isn't too frail of ego and will likely bear the brunt of Pamchadra's irritation with relatively good humor in the future, at least--but for the moment that sure is his hand being left hanging right here, and...oh.....]

Um--handshake. It's--it's a custom thing! Sorry, I keep forgetting it might not be the same everywhere... [WOW THIS IS KIND OF EMBARRASSING okay let's just drop that hand now--anyway--]

But uh, yeah, I get that a lot! About my name, I mean. Yours is nice, though... [He rubs the back of his neck a bit, frowning faintly.] 'Replacement', well, that's--probably about right, yes. [Kind of an unpleasant way to put it, but. True.] I'm sure you'll be just fine, everybody here is pretty happy to help if you have a rough start! The guy who just left was security...are you security too?

[But what about the kitchen and bathroom? They are totally important things too, omg Golden peeps. She'd be embarrassed for you guys if she cared enough.]

A custom, I see. Interesting. [And she actually does seem interested in it.] It's a unique name, but it fits you, in a way. [Which she's lying about. YOU DON'T SEEM VERY MEGA TO HER.] Sadly, I'm not security. I work in the lab, though I don't plan to be doing much in there.

[LOOK HE DOESN'T KNOW, HE DOESN'T USE THOSE EITHER....maybe they're just less of a priority here?? HE'S SURE THEY ALL MEAN WELL...be embarrassed for us in your heart Pamchadra.

That first bit, though, gets a bit of a blink--sure, he wouldn't know if she were lying or not, but even Megaman himself looks mildly amused about being told this.]

You really think it does? Wow, I think that might be a first! But thanks... [He is indeed neither Mega nor a Man after all, it's true. He's been told much to that effect plenty of times in his life. SO THIS IS DIFFERENT...

But his interest shifts as the topic does, and he tilts his head slightly, confusion setting in.]

Oh, but that means you'll be working with Anders! ...You're not going to use the actual lab, though? Is something broken in there? I could probably try a hand at repairing it, if that's the case, I wouldn't mind--

[Avoiding the medical lab! He should be offended. It's almost like you don't want to talk to your new coworker, Pamchadra.

Luckily, he's really good at just, like, inflicting himself on other people.]

Hello! [He's bright and cheerful, his smile wide.] I thought there was a shiny new face skulking about.

[It's your fault for being lab support, Anders. Otherwise she'd just show up out of nowhere and grump in your general direction.

...wait, she's going to do that anyways.]

Unfortunately. [Ugh, why are you cheerful, human.] Who might you be?

Fortunately for us, I think.

[Literally nothing will stop him from making vague passes at strangers. He dips into a half-bow, tipping an imaginary hat.]

You can call me Anders, lab support and acting captain of the floating tin can we call home here. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Unfortunately for me.

[She does not notice vague passes made at her or if she does, she chooses to ignore them.]

You may refer to me as Mula and I am also lab support, though I have no plans to step foot in that lab.

Mula. [He straightens, rocking up on the balls of his feet.] Something wrong with my lab? Our lab now, I suppose. I've kept it swept and everything.

[He doesn't use the tools it carries very much, strictly speaking, just because he prefers to use what he's comfortable with, but as far as he's aware it's hardly offensive, as far as labs go.]

There's nothing wrong with it as far as I've seen. I just do not like labs.

[Understatement of the year.]

Not used to all the blinking lights and sharp, pointy objects either, eh?

[He doesn't actually understand natural aversion to labs all that well— the fleet is his first exposure to them in any official capacity, and he's more of a field medic as a rule, anyway.]

Your prerogative, I suppose. Not as if you can't check a headache just as easily anywhere else on the ship. But I can always string some decorations up for you, liven up the place.

[That's a joke, if the curved half-grin wasn't evidence enough.]

Actually, it's quite the opposite. I'm very used to all of that.

[Which is the problem, really. Being raised to be experimented on didn't leave her with good memories.]

As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I'll find somewhere else on the ship to work. Hopefully, that won't be too much of a problem for you, captain?

All I care about is making sure we get this glorified tin can from one place to another with all its pieces intact. And people, incidentally.

[He shrugs. The whole captain gig is still something he's struggling with, but he is at least trying. It only counts for so much, though.]

So long as you help us along with that, I couldn't give two figs where you do it. Lab would've gotten cramped with the two of us in there all the time, anyhow.

[ It takes quite a bit of working, but between Misha, Megaman and ALFRED himself, they actually manage to get something like a data stream between ALFRED's public files to the computers of the Golden. Lots of music, TV shows and movies are available whenever Misha is on the ship to be accessed from one of the terminals. Whether the connection will be patched out via Atroma later or not is yet to be seen.

Right now, the best place to all come together and put something on is the bridge. Misha's dragged a bunch of chairs/benches/whatever from the kitchen and arranged them around the captain's chair to make things cozier and left the rest up to fate. She's been setting up a few movies to queue with ALFRED while getting things together, then locating each of her shipmates to let them know the plan. Invite friends, or don't, but come on and relax for a night with mindless entertainment.

Who doesn't want that? ]

[He's still pretty proud of ALFRED, to be honest! Getting a connection at all had been a tricky affair to say the least--the technology here is still a bit alien, even with the help of the augments to navigate things on the side. But here they are, all set up and everything working alright.

When Misha wants to put something together on the bridge for a movie night, well, Megaman is more than happy to help with that too. It's a bit exciting, actually! He's never been to a movie night in person before...watching things secondhand through Lan's PET isn't quite the same, he figures. Megaman hovers around the area a bit more than probably entirely necessary to start, trying to run through everything he actually knows about movie nights and how those work. Leaning against the back of a chair and folding his arms on top of its back, and musing to nobody in particular:]

Man, it's a shame we don't have popcorn, though...I have a feeling protein probably isn't quite the same thing, is it?

Knowing space as well as I do — I don't, really, but let's go along with it — any popcorn we'd achieve would probably be more like pop...crazy. Much as I'd like some myself, we're probably safer with protein and algae tonight.

[ She's checking over the seating arrangements as she talks, hopping across them with the lightfootedness of a flying cheater to check all the angles and comfort. Just making sure everything is all right. ]

Hm, yeah, you're probably right...still though, don't crunchy things go along best with movies? I don't think either of those are normally. [Crunchy unhealthy foods of some kind always seemed like a bit of a prerequisite--he can practically hear Lan being offended at the idea of anything otherwise. Watching thoughtfully as Misha practically bounces back and forth between chairs--and leaning back a bit to give her some room, should she happen to land on his--Megaman rubs his chin a bit.] Maybe we could like--make chips out of them, or something? The algae could be dried out, I think, though I don't know about the protein...

Might be a little late for that... Or, I mean, do we want to start doing that now?

[ She pauses on the back of the captain's chair, hand reaching above her to press against the ceiling as if for balance. ]

It could be fun! See if algae chips are good. They're probably salty enough.

[Megaman watches as Misha balances on the back of that particular chair--most people would probably be a bit alarmed at her expense, but he's more mildly impressed than anything. She always did seem very light on her feet anyway, after all--and then they're delving into the topic of algae chips, of course, and he's promptly distracted.]

Oh! Well, I mean, if we still have some time--would it take very long, you think? [He perks up, but then pauses, uncertain.] I've uh, I've never actually cooked anything before! Much less algae chips...but if you'd like some help...?

[ Light on her feet? More like a dirty, dirty cheater, but it's all the same difference when she refuses to stop doing it, anyway. ]

Drying it out shouldn't be too hard, I think... I mean, as long as we don't burn it, but ovens should have a setting for that. [ She pauses. ] Although we don't really have an oven.

[WELL LOOK he's known plenty of people who have a lot of fun denying the laws of gravity all the time back home too...! At least Misha is pulling her dirty cheating with style. As a non-flying individual himself he can't really judge...!]

Wait, we don't? [Apparently this is news to Megaman, if the surprise is anything to go by--somebody doesn't linger in the kitchen long enough to notice these things, apparently. Well, that and he really doesn't use pretty much anything in there...but--] But then--ah, that's no good! How do you guys manage to get anything cooked without one...?

[Frankly he can't actually imagine mom trying to cook at all without an oven at least in vicinity--baking is a lifestyle in the Hikari household--SO HE'S ACTUALLY HAVING A HARD TIME GRASPING THIS....]

[ She has style in abundance. Anyone who can fly but doesn't have style isn't worthy of breaking away from gravity ever. What else are you going to do but look fancy??? ]

Nope, just a microwave or something. Nothing really good for actually baking anything. Nuking it would probably just make it inedible. [ She shrugs. ] That protein stuff doesn't need to be cooked, so the most we can do is heat it regularly anyway.

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