mingle post? mingle post. MINGLE POST!!

[carreau]

Who: you
Broadcast: if you want
Action: also if you want
When: right. goddamn. now.

[ It's a mingle post. IN SPACE.

Just comment and tag around. ]

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open & action on ss bishop

[rebella]

( wow what a lovely view of the metal wall of a spaceship as someone is y a w n i n g and stumbling out of bed, ending up making do combing her hair with her fingers because she can't for the life of her find her brush. or a brush. do brushes even exist in space anymore, she doesn't know. sorry to ... everyone else on crew who probably prodded at the unresponsive crewmember on her bunk. (she probably drooled. sorry for that, too.)

and so ella of frell who'd just like. slept most the last month away finally awakes and adjusts her space jump suit while trying not to wander around thinking i'm wearing pants and finding that both amusing and... weird. it's like being in disguise all the time, only with her hair down. only when she's in the galley staring at everything she (thankfully) knows how to operate, she can't help sighing again. )

If only there were a proper kitchen in these ships...

( not that she thinks they're much better in actual boats, but who knows, maybe they are. she's never been on one. still... challenge accepted. mandy would despair of this then deal with what she had, so ella simply would too. )

actionnnnn

[carreau]

[ Heeeeello folks, this is your captain speaking. Well. Hello to one folk, this is your captain speaking, poking his head into the kitchen and waving, enthusiastic and friendly and somehow not at all unnerved about the fact that Ella had been sleeping for the past month. ]

Woooow, you finally woke up! You must have been really tired~

[rebella]

( she probably should remember this man. there's a very vague sense that sometime before she pulled the sleeping act after leaving that... main ship... she did, but honestly? nope, not remembering. her response is automatic nonetheless, turning around so she's properly facing Henry and lifting her hand in a confused half wave. er... )

Finally? How long have I been sleeping?

( can she oversleep in space? there's no real sunrise or sunset, but usually she's up before the sun, is it closer to the afternoon? )

[carreau]

[ Eh, he's not bothered at all. Casually entering the room all the way, and still looking all cheery and stuff as he gets himself a drink. Also there is chalk dust on his cape.

...also, he is wearing. A cape. ]

Hmm...maybe a few weeks? Ahaha, like I said, I bet you were tired!

[rebella]

( capes are normal for travel and keeping warm. Ella misses hers, really, but the whole jumper thing has a certain appeal and a turning up of noses at concepts of ladies that feels satisfying right now. Henry's answer prompts her eyes into widening, mouth dropping open, then closing again. )

Beg pardon. Did you mean to say a few weeks?

[carreau]

[ Well, if she wants to borrow it, she only needs to ask. ]

Yup! I didn't even think a person could sleep that long!

...and still be alive, anyway, ahaha~

[rebella]

( lend Ella your cape, Henry, nothing to regret there, right? her tone goes a little flat, not so impressed with the "still alive" joke, since... )

It's not called sleeping if you're dead.

( when you're dead, you're dead. just that simple. )

I don't know how that's possible, but if you say it is... who are you, anyway?

[carreau]

[ Anything for his crew, man. ]

I know that~ But even the dead don't always stay dead...

[ Might have edged closer to seriousness but does not quite make it. So close, yet so far. ]

I'm the captain of this ship! My name's Henry, it's nice to meet you~

[rebella]

That's a singular and disturbing thought.

( she doesn't have the undead on her world, Henry just ends up sounding like he's being contrary for the sake of it, even with his general tone being as it is. she gives up on the machines for the moment, and on lamenting how nothing here is actually fresh, to... pause, then sweep a curtsey with an imagined skirt. she could bow, but she has a feeling she'll just topple over if she tries, and she does know how to properly curtsey, even in pants. )

A pleasure to meet you, Captain Henry. I'm Ella. ( Just Ella here. ) I believe I'm meant to act as a pilot? I seem to know how, which is new, but a little exciting at the same time.

( going to firmly ignore the not dead dead people and offer him a smile of "yeah let's focus on being awake and looking forward and not sleeping for weeks on end" )

[carreau]

Mm, it's not too bad...

[ Then again, he thinks war is fun. ]

Oh, that's great, we were hoping for one... I'm good at all sorts of communications things-- oh, and curses, I'm good at those too.

[rebella]

Curses?

( cue Ella going still. look, curses are close to hitting home. Henry doesn't look like a fairy... though she does glance down at his feet. hers show the long ago trace of fairy blood that makes them tiny, but does this man have tiny fairy feet? )

What do you mean by that? If it's just bad language, I think we've all had a variety of curses we've learned over the years. Knowing when to use them is key.

( smile. it's a joke. really. hahahaha please say you curse with language a lot, Henry, that's much easier to swallow? )

[ladiesss]

[hey what up new crewmate, this passingly familiar teenager is sticking her head into the kitchen and... whispering in her direction!]

Oh, hey! You're here?

[she... might still have some confetti in her hair.]

[rebella]

( whisper lady it's you! ella has managed to get something mug like into the dispenser of drinkable things, looking back toward the whispering as it catches her attention. wait - )

Er... hi? Yes? Am I not supposed to be?

( did she somehow board the wrong spaceship is she not supposed to pilot this one, these are thoughts that briefly pass through her mind. though she does gesture up toward her hair, not really noticing that she's dropping into a whisper as she says... )

You have something here?

[ladiesss]

[hello other lady! she hesitantly steps further into the kitchen, so that she doesn't have to whisper across the very small room so much.]

Uh, no... I think I live here now.

[rebella]

( right, okay, so she was somewhere else before. anther ship? ella's memories all sort of short out past the initial ship they'd been on... )

I should be saying welcome in that case. I just woke up myself...

( a slightly more awkward smile on her part. "just" woke up after weeks, according to the captain. )

... and I apologize if I'm a little slow to catch on.

[ladiesss]

Oh, that's fine! I like, literally just got here. I'm just glad to see someone I sorta recognize.

[she sighs, before... she squints a little.]

Hey, why are you whispering?

[rebella]

( because she's a mimic and doesn't even recognize that's what she's been doing - only with it being brought up, Ella straightens up, a little embarrassed. if she's not supposed to be, then she might be being rude, which is... not... nice when it's not intentional. there are those she doesn't mind being intentionally rude to, but they're not currently present. )

Either I suspected we're both in a conspiracy of whispers, or I'm not paying close attention to how I'm speaking. ( She swallows, speaking at a more normal volume. ) Though... you're speaking in whispers. Why is that?

[ladiesss]

...Oh! Oh, no. No, no, no.

[she looks surprised! and then a little embarrassed--she actually forgot that she speaks so quietly, since all of her friends are used to it by now. that makes way more sense. she waves her hand a little, hoping to clear that right up--]

I've got a, uh, weird throat thing. I always sound like this, you totally don't have to whisper if you don't want to. I'm not really trying to keep secrets, or anything.

[rebella]

( Which makes sense, as much as anyone else's condition makes sense when it's still largely unknown. Ella can accept what she's saying easily enough. A "throat thing" doesn't tell her what it is, but aside from quirking up an eyebrow when it's mentioned, she doesn't need to press right now. She continues speaking at normal volume at first. )

I apologize, I didn't realize that was the case. I hope you didn't feel like I was mocking you. Still, if you don't mind - ( she drops back down to a whisper in turn, offering a small smile at the same time ) - whisper talking might even be fun, some of the time. I'm Ella.

( She holds out her hand more along the lines of when merchants will shake over a deal than what the nobility tends to do, but she appreciates more direct honesty, and besides, who needs to curtsey wearing these clothes? )

[ladiesss]

[she can do a big-girl handshake! she used to practice with her dad when she was little--she just didn't think it'd come in handy again in a place like this. she returns the handshake with a smile, even if she's still a little embarrassed.]

I'm, uh, Krista. Krista Kingsley. I guess we can just, like, whisper anyway and be really mysterious and see if it bumps our ratings up or whatever?

[after which she plucks a piece of paper out of her hair and... holds it out for her.]

Confetti?

[symphonist]

[Joshua still seems to have his clothes, but he's in no hurry to lend them out, especially when he's as skinny as a Harajuku model. He's just in here looking for something to drink, but there's a girl he hasn't seen before, and he has to chat her up. Because that's how he is.]

Well hello there, stranger.

[rebella]

( See, she could wear her one outfit from home, but right now this is so much more distracting. And she's a little less of a beanpole since she's been filling out - or should be, but hard labor and inadequate food tends to make a person skinny all over again. She doesn't recognize Joshua, but that's not unusual - Ella's smile is reflexive, and genuine in intent. )

Ah, hello! I'm Ella. I've been a little under the weather the last few weeks... are you new?

( Or older to this whole set-up than she is, she has no idea. )

[symphonist]

[Within two seconds of meeting her, that smile has told him everything he needs to know.]

You can call me Joshua. [He idly flips his hair, which seems calculated to fall in such a way. Everything about him seems calculated, actually, even if he isn't being mean or disagreeable.]

I woke up here about a week ago. So far it's been pretty boring, but I should be counting my blessings, hm?

[rebella]

( The hair flipping reminds her of Apple, which is both a little unfortunate (remembering her gift from Char) and a little amusing (seeing that Apple is a centaur). )

It's a pleasure to meet you, Joshua. I'm not sure if that's a blessing or not... boring seems to be relative to the person considering our situation. I'm sure any of us can make our time here more interesting if we set our minds to it.

( but let's avoid murder or anything nasty that's just really not fun it's, er. the opposite. )

[symphonist]

[To be fair, Joshua would make a cute centaur. But he prefers two legs.]

It'll certainly be fun with more people around.

[No promises on the murder.]