At least there's no elevator music...

[thespaceopera]

[At least two weeks have passed since the Drift Fleet passengers woke up on this strange wing of the Marsiva... Some new passengers have even joined the group instead of being Shuffled off to a fleet ship! The large monitor in the central room remains quiet for now, so how is everyone holding up?

Have you been relaxing? Enjoying the Earth media? If you can even remember them, how have Calibrations been treating you? Has anyone started getting a little stir-crazy?

Don't worry... This ship has no shortage of mysteries, and you'll be seeing a few more soon.]


ooc: here's another mingle for the current game event! players can start or continue threads here from any point during the event. the additional setting information is still being postponed due to sickly mods, but y'all are welcome to post additional topcomments for reactions and investigation once it's up!

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[admirably]

[ Well, this is certainly different. But far be it from Hans to not appreciate an opportunity to escape his fate, whatever it may be. The simple truth was that he had crimes to face back home, and now he doesn't have to face them. As much as it might appear he's a different sort of prisoner now, he takes his arrival on the S.S. Marsiva as an act of providence.

Once he had gathered his wits about him enough to no longer stare slack-jawed out the windows into the sea of stars, that is.

After a few days on the hospitality deck, gleaning what he could from his communicator and watching broadcasts, Hans is assigned to the S.S. Blue Fish and ends up in the same area of the Marsiva as the rest of the fleet's passengers. Finally. A chance to speak with the others face-to-face, and hopefully meet his crew-to-be. Now he was getting somewhere.

He'll be about in the various living spaces, eager to introduce himself to whoever he can. He needs to get a feel for the structure of rank, here. Who were the leaders, and who were the followers? The dangerous and the naive? He needed to classify these faces, and from there, he could make a plan. ]

Excuse me, but could I intrude upon a moment of your time?

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue lowers her book slowly and stares up at the interloper. It is not quite a glare, not yet. But it is a S T A R E.]

Yes?

[And it is not a friendly 'yes.' Go on, Handsome. Start sweet-talking, if you dare.]

[admirably]

[ He picks up immediately that she is not the sort of girl he can sweet-talk his way into her good graces. Not without considerable, consistent effort, at least. She was hard - he could see it in her eyes. It's intriguing, like a challenge.

He gets right to the point. ]

I've only just arrived on this part of this ship, and the hospitality deck only a few days before that. I had the impression I would be sent to join my crew, however. I don't suppose you could tell me why we're on this ship, could you?

[touchofrogue]

[...seriously?

Rogue glances a little forlornly at the spot she was in her book.]

We're here 'cause Atroma is screwin' with us. Nothin' too unpleasant, just a little mental invasion ta go with the fact that they're givin' us real coffee an' real books.

[Hint, hint. Go ask one of the Helpful people now.]

[experiencepoints]

[Well, this guy looks all right. Nightingale's going to pause mid-step to look him over. Still, something about him is bringing to mind those lessons in fancy etiquette she learned back home... A request that formally-worded meant this guy probably really needed help...]

Uh, sure. What do you need?

[admirably]

[ He has etiquette up the wazoo! And he does need her help. Ulterior motives aside, he really is still figuring out just what the hell is going on here. ]

Thank you. You see, I'm new on this ship - or, at the very least, this part of the ship. What is everyone doing here?

[ They sure didn't seem to be this ship's crew. ]

[experiencepoints]

Awaiting our imminent torture for the amusement of our captors. Passing the time until we get out of here again. You should probably prepare yourself.

[She says it completely deadpan and straight-faced, too. She sounds completely serious.]

[multiglyphs]

[ he catches her in the midst of what appears to be a trying ordeal. really, she's just attempting to fiddle with her communicator some more (not wanting any more accidental recording mishaps), tucked away in one of the main area's many seats with a number of neatly written-on papers stacked on the table in front of her.

she gives a click of her tongue in mild frustration, glancing up with some of that annoyance lingering about her features. but it smooths upon seeing him, taking in his attire. subconsciously, she sits up a little straighter... as if her posture hadn't been pristine already. ]

Can I help you?

[admirably]

[ The annoyance on her features doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he takes that into account as he responds. He certainly doesn't want to set this conversation off to a sour start. ]

Pardon the interruption, Miss. I've only just arrived, and I was hoping you might be able to tell me more about the fleet.

[multiglyphs]

[ the propriety seems to go over well with weiss, if only because seh'd been sorely missing it since her arrival here. carefully, she sets her communicator down on her lap, folding her hands over it.

she supposes this is what her "job" is for. ]

Admittedly, I'd only just arrived myself. But I can try and answer as many questions as I can. Did you have any specific question in mind?

[delincuente]

Nope.

[Alex is lying upside-down on one of the sofas, her feet propped up on the back as she holds an alien art magazine up over her face to peruse.]

[admirably]

[ WELP.

He should probably just walk away, but his pride won't stand for that. So instead! He decides to divert. ]

...What are you reading? [ No seriously. The hell. ]

[delincuente]

Apparently, an art mag from some planet where everyone has three ears.

[She lifts it up to show him a picture.]

I read it for the articles.

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka is still deep in his notewriting. He glances slowly up at the speaker, before carefully setting down his pen. ]

...Sure. What do you need? You're new, right?

[admirably]

[ A note-taker and a sharp observer. That's a promising start. ]

I am. In fact, I'm looking for the Captain of the ship I've been assigned to. Do you know the Captain of the Blue Fish?

[ Little does he know... ]

[alwayscomeback]

[Hans, you are super lucky. Because you have indeed, met the illustrious captain of the Not-Red Fish. ]

You're in luck, you're talking to him. Name's Sokka. [He offers a smile. ] You get assigned to us?

[jamminshield]

[The tiny child seems to be deep in thought before he answers the older guy.]

That depends! Do you know the secret password?

[admirably]

[ Congrats, Steven. Hans actually looks nonplussed at that response. ]

I'm afraid I'm unaware of any secret passwords. Could you give me a hint?

[jamminshield]

[Does that mean he looks minused?]

Hmm... Okay, sure! I think your sideburns are really cool, so I'd say you earned one!

Okay, your hint is: I already said what the secret password is!

[dancingmd]

[Beverly is reading in one of the nooks, but she doesn't mind the intrusion and looks up at her visitor with a friendly smile. This young man must be a new arrival. Though she doesn't know everyone in the fleet yet, after living all together for a few weeks, it is obvious when a new face shows up.]

Not at all! Are you looking for something?

[admirably]

[ Ah, so she's one of those eager-to-help types. Hans smiles politely. ]

Answers, more than anything, though I suppose if you could direct me to where the crew of the Blue Fist is staying, that would be immensely helpful. I've just been assigned to join them.

ARE YOU READY SIR.

[honorbends]

[ oh you wanted a crewmate?

have zuko, who is currently sitting on a couch reading... something or other. and generally ignoring everyone else, because he's feeling anti-social at the moment. and he was going to continue being anti-social until hans interrupts it.

zuko looks up with a slight frown. ]

You just did.

[ deadpan

what's the point of asking if you're just going to do it bro okay ]

I WAS BORN READY

[admirably]

[ Oh. Well.

That was a little unexpected. Also, rude??? He is a prince, he should not be spoken to in such a manner.

Hans's expression barely shifts, his only tell a slight quirk of an eyebrow. ]

Ah - so I did. Might I ask a few more with a little more substance?

idk if this even works with YT Red but if not use your imagination

[huaaaaagh]

[You might want to speak a little louder, dude. He's got his nose buried in a book with headphones on at full blast.

PS: enjoy the trashy jpop, he's homesick today.]

i didn't so i'm just gonna imagine japanese spice girls

[admirably]

[ Hm - he's listening to music with that, isn't he? A little nugget of information provided, unexpectedly, by his implant.

He doesn't want to resort to tapping him this probably dirty peasant on the shoulder. So he'll wave a hand in Kirito's field of vision instead. ]