driftfleet | Cheerio!

[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.

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[ and he does come back, properly dressed for the most part-- his jacket isn't tucked in, his suspenders aren't up, and he's missing his gloves, but he's dressed! besides, he's pretty convinced that the captain was counting the seconds.

so color him surprised when he comes back and finds this. well.

that ain't good. ]

The hell?! [ RUSHES OVER AND GENTLY SHAKES ] Captain! Captain, are you okay?!

[ After some shaking and quite a bit of yelling, she finally comes to and gives him an irritated look— or at least she tries to, but, honestly, she feels so horrible that it's probably about an eighth as intimidating as it's meant to be and Cecil soon gives up by curling up on the floor again, but moving makes everything spin. ]

It's nothing. I'm fine.

[ well, this explains why she was being so crabby. dammit... Lloyd should have known that something was wrong with her in the first place (even if he hadn't known her before then). ]

Like hell it's nothing! Come on--

[ regardless of whether or not Cecil will protest, Lloyd will grab one of her arms to hook over his own shoulders, holding her by the wrist to keep it in place. the other arm goes around Cecil's waist, holding her close as he hoists her up to her feet and proceeds to drag her back to... wherever he hopes the bunks are.

at least Lloyd's courteous enough to take their height difference into account and leave her enough room for her feet to touch the ground. ]

[ Luckily, Cecil seems to have run out of steam and she doesn't go on to protest Lloyd's treatment. She tries to keep herself on her feet as he picks her up, but she's exhausted what reserve energy she had on scolding him, so she has little choice in the matter when he starts dragging her off. She keeps quiet and simply resigns herself to her fate, beginning to feel mildly guilty now that she had been so harsh on him. Confused as he was, he probably didn't deserve to be yelled at like that first thing upon arrival. Hazily, she makes a note to apologize later. For now though, she lets Lloyd take her to the barracks.

All the ships' layouts are more or less the same, so Lloyd's guess as to what direction he should take to get to the dormitory is just as good as anyone's. Eventually, they get there. Cecil's cot and the area surrounding it is just about the only one that looks like it's actually used at all, since Kaneis hasn't really been sleeping in the same room. ]

[ okay, so the way to the cabin is exactly where he predicted it to be. awesome. he awkwardly shuffles through, finally noting the oddly neat bunks on the other side. it gets pushed to the back of his mind when he spots the cot and he carefully sets Cecil back onto it, stepping back once she's settled while still keeping eye level. ]

You gonna be okay? Do you need water or something?

[ FRET FRET FRET ]

Cheerio!

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