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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[reconstitution]

[ He looks around the hallway that they're standing in, brow furrowed. How did you get lost in such a small area of confinement? It wasn't his place to question it, so he merely nods in reply to the question.]

It will not take long to adapt. The layout is simple.

[interspace]

[ Because it's confined, bucko. She's used to flying in wide-open areas, not navigating small, cramped corridors. ]

Yeah, the layout... but there's also the people.

[reconstitution]

I suppose you're right.

[ This was far more people than he was used to dealing with, it slipped his mind that they would also factor into getting to know the area. It was never really in his job description unless it directly linked to an assassination. ]

[interspace]

How do they seem so far? What kind of people have you got?

[reconstitution]

The Captain is taller, slight. Inquisitive of the crew.
Blonde. Short, can do magic. The cook of the ship.
The pilot is broad, well-built. Potential threat if challenge is issued.