Well, this is.. horrible.

[reconstitution]

Who: SS Caprine & visitors
Broadcast: ???
Action: All aboard
When: 8/3


[Dread is probably not a good feeling to have in the face of actually having something resembling a 'team' now. Unfortunately, the way this place seems to love uprooting and depositing people out of nowhere into unfamiliar territory, and it sets him on edge.

His eyes narrow as he looks around yet another place he's unaccustomed, being bombarded by-- colorful shreds of paper and overly-cheerful music. And even more people. Once again, he longs for the familiar weight of a weapon in his hand, but this fleet just loves to suck the comfort out.

At least this is a more permanent residence? Time would tell on that one.]

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[deshabille]

[This seems destined to go well. Mal can smell his tension on the air, and it worries her a bit. All she shows on the outside, though, is a certain sharp set of her jaw as she approaches him, hand outstretched to shake.]

Captain Maladict. Welcome to the Caprine. Barnes, wasn't it?

[reconstitution]

[He doesn't take her hand when she offers it, though he does give her a once-over, appraising. She was the Captain? Another person to answer to in this place.. He's yet to decide whether that's a good or a bad thing. But someone to answer directly to is easier.

His brow furrows and he shakes his head once. He's not sure where she got that name, but he decides something doesn't feel quite right about it. Allen had called him Winter, and he thinks about bringing that up at some point.]

If it suits you, Captain.

[deshabille]

[She lets her hand fall smoothly, and then it's as if she hadn't ever extended it in the first place. It offers a few more details about him, these additions in body language, his hesitance to touch and his direct gaze. He's not the man she spoke to previously, that's for certain; nothing like him, or else a very good pretender.]

Does it suit you?

[experiencepoints]

[At the sound of the music, Nightingale checks the bridge to see... Wow, that guy looks like a mess. Still, he's here, so he's a teammate.]

Oh, hey. Welcome to the Caprine. Who are you?

[reconstitution]

[His head turns to acknowledge her, and a small amount of stress seems to ease from between his shoulders.

Immediately, she is deemed nonthreatening for the time being. Until he is proven otherwise.]

..Winter.

[Once again, silently grateful for Allen at least giving him something he can tell people. Even if it's not really a name. It's his.]

[experiencepoints]

[If only you knew, Bucky.]

Winter, huh... I'm Nightingale. Nice to meet you.

Lunch is almost ready, if you're hungry.

Visitor!

[save_the_souls]

[ Okay, so maybe Allen should've thought through how to track down a guy on the roster with apparently no name. He was glad this last shuffle only had a couple new people added to ship rosters, or this would've taken forever. Trying the Caprine first was mostly because well, he'd rather avoid Red Fish he could.]

[And so, he finds himself wandering onto the ship. First knocking on the cargo bay door and then stepping in cautiously. He's got a bag with him. Anyone with a sharp sense of smell might pick up the smell of food and coffee in it.]

Hello...?

[Man he hopes he has the right ship]

Re: Visitor!

[experiencepoints]

[Nightingale recognizes that voice. That's a guilt trip all on its own already. So, of course, she comes running to confirm and pray it's not who she thinks it is.]

...

Oh, fuck. Hi.

[save_the_souls]

[Allen meanwhile could sense her before she came running. Huh. He hadn't noticed she was on this ship too. How about that]

[And what a greeting that is. What was that even for? But he'll just...smile politely!]

Hello Nightingale.

Visitor!

[reconstitution]

...Oh. It's you.

[Wait hold on, he's got your name, he just has to work for it. Allen can probably see the gears turning as he tries to keep a neutral face.]

...Allen?

[Please let that be right, please let that be right.]

[save_the_souls]

[Oh there he is! He watches the guy try to work through remembering his name- with a half amused expression on his own face.]

Yes, that's right. I'm Allen.

Hello Winter. I'm glad to see you, I wasn't sure which ship you'd be on.

[redactions]

[ There's a soft spot in his heart for Reckless Plans, as long as they don't border on or become This Will Get Us All Killed Plans. He rarely did anything without thorough preparation -- but how did one prepare for this? Still, at the time he states, he shows up with a small backpack which has fresh clothes, a shaving kit, a few towels, and a comb. He didn't get a good look at the precise measurements, but this James Barnes is undoubtably broader in the shoulder. Jim went from there. ]

[ He's wearing the nondescript black ship jumpsuit, without the flesh sleeve to hide his own metal arm. (He agonised over that one, ultimately decided it was better to be as honest as possible). It's of a different sheen than the Soldier's; the star is white and enclosed in a blue circle, and it's recognisably by a different engineer. Finding the Soldier isn't a problem. Approaching him is: Jim enters by the door and waits to be noticed before he moves in further. ]

[experiencepoints]

[Well, you probably weren't expecting to be found by someone like Nightingale first, who is doubletaking hard.]

... Winter...?

[redactions]

[ No, he wasn't. It's very obvious they're different: this Bucky is three inches shorter and a lot more expressive, not to mention he's not wearing a frankly ridiculous amount of leather. ]

No, I'm not him. Captain Jim Barnes, of the Heron. He's — my brother.

[reconstitution]

[He keeps an eye on the time, making sure he's in what he hopes is the right area for the rendezvous. The soldier isn't sure exactly how long he waits, but as soon as he spots Jim, he stills. It's the face he recognizes from the communicator, though he can't help his gaze from lingering on the metal appendage.

He has his own, but it feels so out of place on someone else that it's jarring. Something about Jim's is.. softer? He's not exactly sure how to word it, but it doesn't look wrong. Brow drawing together, he goes to say something, but decides against it for the time being.]

[He nods once, waiting to be approached.]

Lo, another visitor!

[interspace]

[ She's here to see the Asset. When she got a message of where he'd ended up, of course Misha headed over. Not that she knows what she'll do when meeting him in person, but someone like that... she can't really stand to leave him alone even if she saw how much attention he was getting on the network. Besides, she promised to help him get ratings and if things keep going the way they were, then it shouldn't be hard.

However, she doesn't know the ship that well. ALFRED's core is wrapped around her bicep, but her visor is hanging over the collar of her shirt for now and only highlighting the scarring on her face. She's not averse to speaking with anyone else, and... it might help, actually. She is just a bit lost. ]

[experiencepoints]

[First, Winter shows up, then, all of these visitors. It's not hard to see the pattern, so when Misha shows up, Nightingale just pokes her head over, and all she bothers saying is:]

For a guy who barely says anything, he sure is popular.

Lo, another visitor!

[reconstitution]

[ The ship is small enough that the tour doesn't take long, though he decides to take to the halls on his own to really acclimatize himself to the atmosphere. There aren't many people, himself included, but it's still.. strange.

His augment allows for their ship to even have a small med bay-- which he supposes is what he's supposed to take care of? The room, as well as its meager contents, make him feel unsettled. He's not afraid of needles or medical implements, but he doesn't have fond memories, only a gnawing feeling of bad. So he aims to keep a wide berth from that particular room.

He's doing a well enough job keeping to himself that he doesn't expect to bodily run into someone as he rounds the corner. He hadn't even heard them approach.. Was he that far in his own head?

He looks down to say something, though his jaw snaps shut and his brow draws together. Her face is familiar. ]

..Oh.

[tothefly]

[She'd taken a risk leaving the Windrose, but it was a calculated one--and necessary. Hopefully she'd make it before the weekly allotment of new recruits, make it before the Soldier could get off the Marsiva and disappear into the fleet. Maladict should know. Should be warned, just in case. Barnes already knew, was prepared, but Maladict...well, if she trusted anyone in this place, her name was high on the list.

She's in the cargo bay, broken left arm in a sling strapped to her chest, striding towards the direction of the bridge, when suddenly alarms go off in her head and she freezes. Familiar feelings crawl over her nerve endings, settle into the base of her spine, and her hand twitches towards the weapon strapped to her hip. Too exposed here, especially with her broken arm, and instead of retreating--showing weakness to someone like him--instead of retreating, she moves forward, slipping into the shadows under an overhang, holding her breath and waiting.]

[experiencepoints]

... Hello?

[Nightingale's been heading back and forth between the docking area and the kitchen all day now, it feels like, with how many people keep showing up to talk to Winter. She had thought she had heard someone, but then, arriving, she didn't see anyone? Maybe it was her imagination.]

[save_the_souls]

[ Allen was leaving the ship, actually. He had stopped by to see Winter, talked to Nightingale for a bit- and now was heading across the cargo bay to depart.]

[That is, until he gets the nagging sense that he's not alone in the room. It's not any super sense, but enough years of training and fighting has taught him to be aware of his surroundings at least to tell when something's off]

...Someone there?

[nextlineis]

[Well, there's certainly been a lot of activity on the ship today! Normally Joseph would prefer to be planetside, but with the arrival of someone new, he opts to instead make himself a little more present on the ship. But, well, it seems everyone is relatively settled. So, he'd rather spend more time down on the planet than hanging around here. He does stop though in the bay. Something feels decidedly off, so he stops and doesn't head immediately for the shuttle.]

[After a moment or two of listening.]

Someone else hanging out here or am I about to find a really big rat?

[reconstitution]

[ All he wants to do right now is find a nice, quiet area where he won't be constantly bombarded by people and take a moment. It's.. nice, in a way- being thought of enough to check on his well-being and how he's adjusting. At the same time, though, it's too much attention and he can feel himself growing restless.

He's on his way to the cargo bay when he can feel a shift. It's subtle, but he immediately goes on high alert, intentionally silencing his footsteps, eyes scanning every possible hiding place with scrutiny.

He's not alone, and so far, everyone he's come across on the Caprine has had loud and purposeful footsteps. Stalking into the cargo bay, his left hand clenches into a fist, ready for attack. His head tilts to the side so he can listen properly, waiting. ]

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[nextlineis]

[Don't mind him. Joseph is just depositing a metric fuck-ton of fish in the kitchen because down with having to eat that sludge they try to pass off as food around here. (He's not even that big of a fan when it comes to seafood, but since Nightingale offered to use whatever he could bring back...) He looks over his shoulder when he hears footsteps though. Now there's a face he hasn't seen around here before.]

You looking for someone?

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[reconstitution]

[ The layout of this ship is easy enough to navigate once he's left to his own devices, and he winds up in the kitchen again, though he's not sure for what. With such a small area, it's common sense that people would run into each other. He was hoping for a bit of isolation.

The man in the kitchen isn't one he's seen yet and he frowns at him, trying to place if he'd just forgotten. ]

Negative.