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Well, this is.. horrible.

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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What's "coke"?

Let me rephrase: I do healing magic. Let me see it?

Carbonated drink. Brown, bubbly, usually served cold. The stuff in the machines here doesn't really do the trick.

[She shakes her head, a quick negatory motion. Magic and Natasha, not a combination she's keen to try.]

No offense, but I'd rather let science and time handle it. Teach me to be less clumsy, next time.

Oh, soda.

... Seriously? It hurts, doesn't it?

Aches, a little. Nothing I haven't dealt with before.

[Repeatedly. She shrugs a little, demonstrating just how little it bugs her. Okay, so maybe it aches more than a little, but she's not about to start ingesting painkillers with the Winter Soldier potentially landing any minute, either.]

... I mean, it's your choice, but I don't understand why you wouldn't want your HP back up.

HP...?

[She gets the basic gist of the sentence, but the exact term eludes her. Whatever. The result is still the same.]

I'm not from your world. Don't know how your magic might react with my physiology. I'd rather not take the risk. I heal quickly enough on my own.

Heading out somewhere?

Unless you're undead, it's literally impossible for it to be a problem.

Not really. Just getting a lot of visitors today.

I'm still among the living. Assuming we're alive here, as always.

[Her posture changes slightly at Nightingale's words, a minor shift in stance.]

Oh? Something going on?

[She may have a sneaking suspicion the Shuffle's already happened. If that's the case, this could be worse than she thought.]

Alive enough- I've already tested Cure on myself.

We got a new guy, and for being the silent type, he sure has a lot of friends.

Good to know we aren't looking at a zombie outbreak yet.

['Yet' being the operative word, there. If her earlier motion was a shift, this one is a freezing.]

Yeah? Guess it's that time of week again. He have a name, your new crewmate?

Zombies aren't anything to worry about, it's the vampires that are a pain in the ass.

[She rubs at her shoulder like she's remembering something...]

Winter, he said? He doesn't seem to like talking, so I didn't want to pry about much more.

[A slight flicker in her eyes.]

Seems like an odd name for a person.

... Like "Nightingale" isn't?

There's Nightingales in Earth history. Florence Nightingale established the field of modern nursing, took women's rights leaps and bounds in the right direction. It isn't that odd. But that's just my opinion.

I won't keep you, if you're busy dealing with new crew and guests.

... Huh. Weird. No one's named anything like that in my world. Nursing and women's rights?

It's fine. Are you hungry?

Nursing. Assistant healers, if they don't have nurses in your world. And women's rights, yes. There was a pretty big chunk of time on Earth where women were considered to be lesser than men.

[Still were, in many parts of the world, and that's not even getting into the details, but that's a long and complicated story that doesn't entirely make any sort of logical sense to her, half the time, let alone someone from another world entirely.]

Guess that depends. Have you stumbled onto actual food, or still making do with what Atroma calls food?

... That's bizarre. We've got nurses, but it seems like a weird combination. ... And I don't even know what to say to the second part.

We've got food, don't worry. As long as you like fish.

[She shrugs. She could say a lot about it, but it's definitely a long conversation involving a lot of history and cultural background, and she's definitely not in the mood for that.]

Guess I'm following you, then. We just have the basics, back on my ship.

[When you have a world where literally anyone can start punching buildings in half or set off a miniature sun going nova in someone's face, cultures become very different.]

We've got... Probably just the basics, too. At least, our kitchen is pretty much shit. I'm making due, anyway.

[And with that, she'll lead the way to the kitchen. \o\ Natasha can likely smell cooking fish as they get closer.]

[That would do it, yeah. Natasha's world is beginning to get those--or they're beginning to come out of the woodwork--but it's definitely a paradigm shift. One her world isn't at all prepared for.

She's content enough to follow Nightingale. Most of the ships have similar layouts, so it's not all that unfamiliar territory, plus she's been on this ship often enough to know her way around. Never stopped by the kitchen, though.]

We haven't done anything with ours. Just whatever the Windrose came with. Should really work on fixing that, eventually. Have you seen the set-up the Blue Fish has? Almost looks like a place actual meals come from.

Blue Fish? That's the one Allen and Crusher are from, right? I definitely can't go there. Figures that's the place that has a decent kitchen.

That's the one. Kairi's their cook--why, you have a problem with someone there?

[The Blue Fish kind of comes off as a big, happy space-family. She wasn't expecting anyone to have a problem with its crew.]

Oh, I think I ran into her on the planet...

Um. Problem, not so much... More like, I think I pissed someone there off?

Really? How'd you manage that? From the few people I've met so far, most of the Blue Fish crew seem pretty laid-back.

Crusher and I have very, very different opinions on the Atroma.

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