GET UR PAISLEY ON

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Who: CREW ASSEMBLE
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Young and Dumb Paisley
When: Anytime in September

[Hey what's up, it's a ship mingle! Make your own top levels, and tag all month on board this lovely piece of actual crap!]

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[ ALL RIGHT GUYS it's camera time!

In other words, Max is getting the feeling she hasn't been getting enough shots of the crew. So she'll be stalking around the ship with a camera, waiting for a good moment. Then, when you least expect it.... CLICK! FLASH!

Hope it was a good shot. ]

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Jesus Christ, Max!

[Alex squints against the sudden flash, unpleasantly surprised on her way out of the kitchen. She comes dangerously close to dropping her glass of soda, which is the real tragedy here.]

Go bother Stefan, or something.

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Sorry, sorry. [ She's kind of wagging the photo that came out of her camera - helps the image set faster - as she says it. ] You're so photogenic, though. This'll make a great picture.

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[Alex leans over to watch it develop.]

Aw, thanks, you're so sweet.

[She sarcastically imitates her face in the picture.]

[misterprongs]

[So this is most assuredly not a dream.

James, upon transportation to the Paisley, has been abnormally anti-social. Normally the life of the party and the center of attention, it's starting to sink in that 1) he is not in Kansas anymore and 2) he has absolutely no one here he actually knows. To make matters somewhat worse, people seem to know him from... other universes? Sure, why not. Fuck it. Electricity can make Muggles go to space, so this surely isn't anything more ridiculous than that.

The cool thing, though, is that he can fly the ship. Or, well, the augment in his head tells him he can. So James has spent most of his time poking around the helm -- he's clever, can learn quickly, and he's pretty adaptable. So he'll be friendly if approached, especially since he's playing with his new toy.

Hope you all don't mind a bit of "let's see how close we can fly to this rock before crashing" sort of thing, because James Potter is 100% about that life.]

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[Alex is sitting in the communication officer's chair, her feet propped up on the dash as she amusedly watches James pilot them to a certain doom. It's been awhile since they actually had a pilot, so it's almost a refreshing sort of danger. And at least he isn't blind, so they're better off than the Blue Fish.]

Got a little close to that one, there.

[She says it conversationally, like they're watching a sports match.]

[misterprongs]

Bit of faith, miss.

[James is a natural -- and while this is largely different from flying a broom, and James needed a bit of gliding about and practice, but he thinks he's got it now. For the most part, anyway. Until they need to do something in an emergency.

James twists away from the meteor -- is that what they're called? -- with room to spare, contemplating something before he continues speaking.]

What would happen -- hypothetically, of course -- if we flipped this rocket ship upside down?

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You'd probably spill my Coke, so don't even think about it.

[She knows what you Hogwarts boys are about, Mr. Potter.]

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[ Max is a bit of a loser herself, so odds are she hasn't really gotten to know James at all, and she's not one of the ones who knew him from some alternate universe either.

Her job aboard the ship is to chronicle their journey through photos though - or at least that's the job she gave herself, since she doesn't have a real one - so today, during James's first time flying, she'll be in the back, trying to find a good moment to take a photo. ]

Think you can get any closer to that asteroid? It'd make for a great shot.

[ Don't worry, if they crash and die, Max can rewind time so they can try again. ]

[misterprongs]

[James immediately does as asked, nudging the ship forward -- experimentally, with a slight grin. This is honestly the most soothing thing he's done since arriving on this clusterfuck of an adventure.]

Closer?

[He'll do it, girl.]

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Yeah. [ She has a camera at the ready. ] It'll make for a sweet photo, especially if you can keep that nebula over there in view while you do it.

[stefanged]

[The second the ship feels a bit off to him - by which Stefan means, it's shaking enough that he can't experiment, he marches over to the helm and stands in the doorway with folded arms.

He's half-tempted to yell at this kid, because reckless much? But mostly, he wants to experiment without worrying that Chemical A will knock over into Chemical C and make the other half of the ship explode.

His expression softens at the sight of James, and Stefan doesn't want to yell to someone he doesn't know well, so... he makes his way over.]

Having fun with the flight route?

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Wouldn't you?

[IT'S A SPACESHIP man this doesn't exist where he comes from. And besides, James loves flying, and loves adventure, so why not combine the two?]

It's a bit boring, just flying in a straight line. Might as well test out new waters.

[stefanged]

[Kid's got a point. Stefan resigns himself to the inevitable, mostly because he's actually agreeing with this, but also because he's not going to be tough about his lab on the first day.]

I guess. [He sighs, somewhat guiltily.] Any chance you could let me know before you try anything, er, completely uncharted?

Not because I don't think it's not exciting, but because the chemicals in the lab aren't always bolted down. [And vampiric reflexes can't get everything.]

[stefanged]

[At some point, Stefan's gotta leave the medbay. Or so most people would assume - except, ever since his big personal drama with Elena (and then again with Alex by accident), he's holed himself up in the medbay with mugs of green tea and old diaries for company.

Sometimes he checks up on the supply of painkillers and other meds; other times, he's running the equipment and using himself as a guinea pig since he (thinks he) heals the fastest out of the crew.

He does leave the medbay sometimes, though - mostly to cook, since they don't exactly have a cooking augment amongst them. Stefan's kinda wishing he had more proper lessons from someone like Eugene (or hell, even Jason before the guy left), but at least the food's edible.]

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[She finally sees him in the kitchen, after a couple of days of radio silence. In the wake of their little incident Alex has been spending most of her time in the bridge, sleeping in her communications chair instead of the bunk room. But when she goes to the kitchen to refill her coffee, there's no mistaking that Stefan has finally emerged from the med bay, and he seems to be doing something vaguely culinary. She hovers around the doorway, fiddling with her sleeves and feeling devastatingly stupid, before clearing her throat.]

You're cooking?

[stefanged]

[He heard her walk in long before the throat clearing, but he humors her entrance with a nod. Glancing up from his work, he gestures towards the protein - tonight, he's got a "teriyaki beef" meat as well as a "mixed vegetable" soft solid. As long as everyone else thinks he's human, he might as well keep up the illusion.]

Trying to make them edible, at least.

[Stefan sets the stove heat to 'low', grabbing a mug and pouring himself some green tea.] You have any special requests for tonight?

[huaaaaagh]

[Hey, guess who your new engineer is? This skinny nerdish kid who has never set foot on a spaceship before arriving. Fun!

Kazuto isn't too great with socializing- he has a tendency to wallflower a lot and watch the goings-on with a more quiet group. But with so little space on his new ship, there isn't much room to wallflower, unfortunately. He's also not entirely sure what he's supposed to do as an engineer, so he does the first thing he can think of: he starts searching the computer system for blueprints/schematics, pulling off panels, and taking things apart, assuming they aren't crucial bits that the ship needs. Like life support. He's totally not going to mess with life support.

...Well, hopefully. Anyone got a tool box? He'll be at this a while.]

[stefanged]

[Stefan's gotta eventually emerge from the medbay, and when he does, he passes by... well, he's not sure what he's passing by, but panels on the ground can't be good.

So he tilts his head to the side as he approaches.] Was there something wrong with that particular one?

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Mm.

[Kazuto doesn't respond immediately; he's intently studying the contents of the panel, namely a series of circuit boards, wiring, and blipping lights. He leans in, following the train of one wire with his finger until he reaches the secondary connection. With a deep breath he pries it loose, inspecting the end of the wire. One of the lights flickers. With a huff he replaces the wire and types out something on his communicator.

Only then does he glance up properly.]

Nothing's wrong, far as I can tell. But if I'm going to be an engineer for this place, I need to know exactly how everything works.

USELESS SPONSOR GIFT; backdated to before the nebula

[stefanged]

[Stefan's ratings have been especially high these past two months. He's not sure why, because his personal life is a mess - but perhaps that's what they want? Either way, there's a giant crate in the cargo hold with his name on it, and he figures it couldn't hurt to open it.

Except it does. (Not physically, he's strong enough to open this without breaking a sweat.)

Because inside the crate are dozens of t-shirts, clearly capitalizing on the time Stefan blessed a soda bottle - "Share a Soda with Salvation!" There're a few small problems, though.

Either the shirt is 1) misspelled, 2) so oversized it's a joke and could be mistaken for a dress, or 3) in the worst flattering shade of red possible. Or worse, some shirts are in various combinations. So there's oversized AND misspelled, or ugly color AND oversized, or worse, all three. For the most part, Stefan sighs and glances back at the door of the hold.]

You think they'll care if I chuck this thing back into space?

omg i forgot to reply to this IT'S BEAUTIFUL

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[Alex has laid claim to one that's both misspelled and horrendously red - and she's in love with it, cackling to herself as she slips it on over her jumpsuit.]

Holy crap, this is the best thing ever.

alex pls

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I'm starting to think your definition's not the same as mine.

[He's holding a rolled-up shirt in the same horrendously red shade, tapping it against the crate (and honestly, trying not to tear it into two).] Didn't you get some pretty useless stuff before?

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[ Max has already snagged one some. They look pretty hip, to be honest, the kind of shirt you'd wear ironically.

Which she is.

Right now. ]

You'd better not chuck these, they're great.

[stefanged]

[His crew officially has terrible taste in clothing.]

I guess we could de-thread them and use them for other things.

[Taps a rolled-up t-shirt thoughtfully against his hip, as he looks over at crate #2.] Hope anyone wasn't planning on using a shuttle today.