Cheerio!

[thespaceopera]

[you're starting to recognize that familiar jingle, aren't you? the folksy tune comes drifting through your ship's speakers, followed by a much different voice than usual!]

G'morning, folks! I'm legendary interplanetary commentator Beau, filling in today for our lovely Diamond... Who has been feeling a little under the weather. Hope you feel better soon, darlin'.

Speaking of weather, here's the week's forecast!

Looks like we'll be having a heavy shower of transfers in the next forty seconds or so, largely over to the Wonderduck and Blue Fish, but with lighter showers moving in over First Breath and Huntress in the following twenty. I hope you folks have unpacked your ponchos!

[there's a hearty round of canned laughter from an unseen audience...]

Aaaand I am sorry to say, it looks like there's also been a bit of a cold front of disappearances--four of our band have left us, this week. While I can personally assure you it has not been due to death or other health complications, I can't completely rule out any connection with that cold that's been going around...

[a strange pause--before a little chime goes off in the background!]

This just in, we also have two brand new captains to lead our fine ships--everyone please give a warm round of applause to Captain Sok-ka of the SS Blue Fish, and Captain Fey of the SS Huntress!

[applause! tinny, pre-recorded applause!]

Fantastic. Be sure to tune in next week for more updates, and remember... the worlds are watching!


ooc: as usual, the network is open... but you won't get a response from Beau. the ooc post is here.

Comments

Action | SS Blue Fish

[save_the_souls]

[Allen had been sleeping in his bunk, trying to sleep off this illness- when SUDDENLY he's on the bridge of an entirely different ship while still in his sleep wear (which is no shirt and some sleep pants)! Which you know, is enough to jerk anyone awake]

E-Eh?! What's going on-!?

[But no time for panic, because here comes the confetti and happy music! Yay!]

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka wasn't sure what he was expecting today, but some guy appearing out of thin air in a stream of confetti and happy music was not on the list. He blinks up at the confetti, raising one hand, watching it drift down like psychedelic snow.]

Where do they keep it all?


[Oh yeah, new guy.]

Uh, welcome, I guess?

1/2

[save_the_souls]

[It's a very good question Sokka. One that Allen doesn't really consider because he's too busy wtfing at his surroundings. It looks like a ship but it doesn't look like the Tourist at all-]

Welcome? Where am I-

[save_the_souls]

[-!]

- Oh! Pudding!

[So reaching to take that cup of pudding from the top of the console now! Mmmm pudding]

[alwayscomeback]

Oh yeah, the puddings are back! [He'll happily take one, too, mmm delicious pudding.]

This is the SS Blue Fish. Though it doesn't have any fish insignias anywhere, I think we need to paint on one the side or something. Easy identification.

[save_the_souls]

[Yes good, let's all enjoy beautiful cups of pudding together.]

- The Blue Fish? [At least the pudding has quelled his panic] But I don't understand- I was on the Tourist before. Why am I here?

[alwayscomeback]

[They are the pudding cups of friendship.]

I guess the people who are running this thing decided to move you.

[save_the_souls]

They moved me-?

[He looks surprised- then horrified]

But-

But I had a cook on that ship! [Oh yeah] - And my stuff!

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka smiles, raising his hands in a placating gesture.]

Relax, we got a cook here, too. She's kinda weird, but she makes good food.

Wait so there are ships in the fleet without a cook? How do they even eat?

Action | SS Wonderdi-- i mean duck

[idealistic]

[ by some miracle, it took the effort of the confetti and the music combined to wake Lloyd up, and rather violently with the way he jolts awake with a shout. there's confusion, definitely, but it's all abated when he notices the present left for him: namely the pudding.

anyone who happens upon the Wonderduck's bridge will find their new engineer sitting cross-legged in the pilot's chair in little more than his underclothes, helping himself to all the pudding that was left for him. whether or not he noticed the door opening is debatable, as it looks like he's not going to be relinquishing the pudding anytime soon. ]

[wilder]

[Zelos hadn't been on the bridge, even if it was one of his favorite places to linger. Instead while the shuffle had been going on, he had been making himself a cup of tea in a vain attempt to help himself with this damn cold. And so, he'll be walking back to the bridge with a cup of tea in hand, intent on spending a quiet morning looking into local star charts.]

[But instead? He stops when he notices confetti lying all over the bridge. And then, he realizes there's someone in his spot - someone who he really was not expecting to see this morning]

- Lloyd?

[There's so many things he feels at once. He's completely thrown off and he has no idea what to do. Therefore, he can only say the first thing that pops into his mind]

What are you- How-

Why are you sitting pantsless in my chair?!

[idealistic]

Mmn?

[ he spins around in the chair, eyes wide and a spoon lodged into his mouth. Zelos is here? when did that happen? he didn't remember him being on the Tourist, nor did he remember this being his chair.

still, unlike Zelos, Lloyd is perfectly calm and is taking it all in stride-- it isn't the first time Zelos has seen him in his underwear, after all. he points a spoon over at the display set up for his arrival, mumbling something that could have been a sentence if it weren't for the fact that his mouth is full.

dude they have pudding. ]

[wilder]

[he makes a face]

Don't talk with your mouth full. Why are you-

[This wasn't fair! Lloyd wasn't supposed to be here! Lloyd was supposed to be on some other ship, where he could have the proper space to work out just what he was supposed to do (or rather, avoid the situation under that guise). Him being here was simply-]

- Is that actual food?

[LIKE, REAL FOOD AND NOT THIS PROTEIN SHIT? Because man after god knows how long without a decent meal, food's enough to throw him from his most stubborn of stints.]

[idealistic]

Mm-hmm!

[ Lloyd's not exactly sure what he's talking about when he meant actual food, but pudding's definitely actual food. it doesn't help that he was already spoiled with a chef back on the Tourist, but whatever.

he swallows, shooting Zelos a grin. ]

It's pudding! Help yourself, man; there's plenty for everyone! [ even though he ate a good amount already. ]

[wilder]

[He stares back. At Lloyd. At the Pudding. On one hand, he feels like maybe it'd be better to get the hell out of here. Hide out in the cargo bay or something for maybe the next ever.]

[On the other hand....that was real food right there, right for the taking. Who knows when an opportunity like that would strike again. He's been here nearly a month and a half, and it's been nothing but proteins. And if he left now, there was a pretty good chance Lloyd or the rest of the crew might eat it all.]

[...Dammit. You're a fiendish bastard Lloyd Irving]

Ha...maybe just a little...

[Never mind how fast he swiped a cup and spoon there. He thinks about telling Lloyd to get off his spot- but nah, that might take too much time and Lloyd was sitting in it in his boxers. So he'll plop himself down into the Communications chair to start eating]

[idealistic]

[ yay! Zelos is sticking around! not that he was trying to make him stick around, even if he was acting funny lately, but still. he turns back to his cup, helping himself to another spoonful as Zelos grabs his own. it's actually kind of funny that he's seeing Zelos now-- he never saw him before, and he was on the Tourist for a good couple--

...wait a minute. ]

You know, I never knew that you were also on the Tourist. [ no he wasn't lloyd ]

How come you didn't say anything?

[wilder]

[He had been enjoying a delicious spoon full of chocolately real food goodness, when Lloyd talked. And...asked a very weird question.]

[Uhhh.]

[He thinks about leaving the spoon in his mouth (his table manners may have slightly degraded since his time away from Meltokio ok)- but he guesses he did just scold Lloyd for talking with his mouth full, so he'll remove it. ]

...I wasn't on the Tourist. This is the Wonderduck.

[proteusmoon]

[ Cecil, much like everyone else who got roaring drunk on the planet last week, has only been getting worse and worse health-wise, which means she's mostly confined to her cot these days, buried under as many blankets as they have and trying to sleep off whatever sickness has infected her. She hasn't been able to do much of anything, but between Kaneis and Makoto, she's been safe and surviving all right, even if she's suffering from rather intense cabin fever.

She feels like death vaguely warned over, to be honest.

It's when a new voice announces the Shuffle and Cecil hears they've received a new transfer that the captain forces herself into a sitting position, does her best to shower and dress, then drags herself off to the bridge to investigate.

She was not expecting the scene before her though. Kaneis must be in a mood over this. ]

Put your clothes on. Now.

[idealistic]

[ having been on a ship full of guys, the last thing Lloyd expected to hear at any point was the voice of a woman. and normally, he's a lot more proper than he is right now, especially around strangers and especially around women. of course, there are several instances that resulted in a foot-in-mouth moment, but he likes to believe that he's fairly chivalrous and well-mannered.

point being, Lloyd was convinced that the Tourist still had men on it, and he hadn't heard anything about new arrivals on the Tourist, so he was pretty sure there wasn't a woman on board. ]

W-waugh!

[ thus, when he hears an unmistakably feminine voice behind him, he jumps, promptly losing his balance on the chair from the force of the shock and tumbles to the floor.

he does quickly collect himself, face red as he stands behind the chair to shield himself. if he looks thoroughly embarrassed and apologetic... that's because he definitely is. suddenly he's having war flashbacks to the hot springs-- he can still feel the combined pain from Sheena's and Raine's smacks. ]

S-sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know there was a girl here!

[proteusmoon]

[ Normally, Cecil wouldn't be nearly as gruff as she is today about walking in on this sight; flustered and a little annoyed, yes, but not outright angry. It's just his luck that he has happened to show up on a day when she feels absolutely awful and can't help but being set off at little things that normally just roll right off her back when she's herself.

She sighs with exasperation and continues to glare at him sharply, not bothering to look away for decency's sake as he flails about and tries to hide. The apology only works to slightly quell her irritation, because she thinks he knows all too well that he's not on the same ship he was before anymore. ]

Perhaps you should have bothered to check before making yourself at home first thing upon your arrival on a new ship. It's terribly rude to be presumptuous, not to mention that even if I wasn't a woman, this would still hardly be appropriate, transfer.

[idealistic]

[ the lecture reminds him all too much of his stints with Professor Sage (down to the woman's genetic appearance, he notes), and it leaves him flustered with an underlying fear of the woman-- he's sincerely hoping that she doesn't resort to physical discipline like Raine does...

but what she tells him does throw him off enough to forget about that fear. ]

No, I... [ okay, now color him confused. ] I was always on the Tourist! I mean, I didn't get here that long ago, but when I got on there were no girls, a-and the other guys slept like this too--!

[ at this point he's just now bumbling nervously, but he is confused as to why this woman thinks he's on a different ship. ]

[proteusmoon]

[ Now that it's obvious he's confused, she knows she really should be easier on him, but mention of the Tourist kind of sparks an emotional response from her. The Tourist just lost a crew member-- someone who was deeply important to her. Irrationally, she lashes out at him because she's sure he took Barakiel's place on that ship. ]

Listen, you... This is not The Tourist. You're on The Wonderduck and I am its captain.

[ She takes a step forward, drawing herself up as much as she can in an attempt to make herself look bigger and more intimidating than she physically is, purposely crowding him. Her voice even rises in pitch with each spoken word as she goes. ]

Coincidentally, you are also not sleeping. You are sitting in your underwear on my bridge, stuffing your face of pudding while the rest of make do with protein sticks. So you see that still does not make your behavior acceptable.

[idealistic]

[ all things considered, he probably would have made a face at the ship name, but it's when he hears the second half of that part that he can feel his blood run cold.

she's the captain. oh dear god, for some reason, he just pissed off the captain. ]

--Okay! Okay! I-I'm sorry ma'am, I'll go get dressed!

[ and with that, he scuttles out of his hiding place and into the ship's quarters - provided the layout of this ship is the same as the Tourist - to get dressed. he has absolutely no idea what he did to piss her off beyond apparently sitting around in his underwear, but he definitely didn't want to be in the same room as her. he's convinced that if he stuck around for much longer, she probably would have thrown things at him.

he'll be back in like two minutes. ]

[proteusmoon]

[ And what he comes back to may or may not explain why she was so grumpy.

Because when he returns, he'll find her passed out against the controls, sitting on the floor, and shivering in a cold sweat like someone just dumped a bucket of freezing ice water on her. ]

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[torsion]

Oh, hey.
Congratulations, Maya.

[ That's it. That's all. How dull. ]