Arrival broadcast!

[bb_wolf]

Who: Bigby Wolf and ALL OF YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva (who knows where it will go)
When: ... now?

[The broadcast begins before he's really awake.

He is a scruffy man of difficult to determine age, wearing black pants, a white (ish) shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black tie that seems redundant since it's loose and his shirt isn't buttoned to the collar anyway.

He comes awake with a deep inhale and eyes flying open, flicking around him. They're perfectly normal brown eyes that lock onto the communicator fast.

Rolling from the bed, he vanishes from view. There's some muttered cursing, sneezing and then the click of a lighter.

When he comes back into view, the cigarette is tucked into his mouth with ages old familiarity.]

I better be able to fucking get more cigarettes on this tin can.

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[bb_wolf]

Sale. Fuck. I haven't had to deal with this shit in a long time.

[When he needed money, he went to Crane and Snow and they gave him cash in hand for his cigarettes. Everything else was basically taken care of.]

[incousinswithyou]

They give us something of an allowance, though there does seem to be ways of supplementing our incomes.

[her tone gets a bit deadpan at that. Isn't that nice of their captors?]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby has always found women a little easier to deal with. And this one reminds him of a woman he's quite fond of. Which is the only reason he's being so nice, don't go thinking he's a nice guy or something.]

Fuck. Fuck and shit and I hate this place. Supplementing, how? Last time I heard that phrase, she was working front desk at a brothel, her husband was running illegal boxes and I ended up with too many dead bodies to deal with.

[incousinswithyou]

[well, the cursing and the scruffy looks only seems to be the first layer, judging from that statement.

Michiru taps her chin contemplatively.] I haven't heard of any dead bodies, at least among us.

[the planets are pretty big, so who knows what they get up to]

And I can't vouch for everything people do, but some people were chasing down criminals for the local police. [from the sounds of it. The more underhanded dealings may have been kept quieter.]

[bb_wolf]

I fucking hate rent-a-cops. [He comes to lean against the wall near her, flicking his lighter out and striking it a couple of times.]

What about food?

[incousinswithyou]

Food is provided, more or less. The...efficiency of it drives most people to try and stock up when they can.

[nutritious paste isn't exactly food, even if it keeps you fed.] The amenities here on the larger ship surpass what we usually get.

[gilded cages and all]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby looks more unhappy by the moment.]

I can avoid eating for a while. Until we get some decent food. Or onto a world with large game.

[He could eat up. That works. Right? Shit.]

Fuck. No cigarettes, no booze, no actual food, how the fuck does anyone survive?

[incousinswithyou]

[she actually looks a little amused]

Just because the food tastes odd doesn't mean it's not edible. [that's a smile] I'm sure we've all survived worse.

And like I said, the kitchen here is more well-stocked than usual. They were fighting over the alcohol when we first arrived, if I recall correctly.

[there's even real meat in the fridge]

[bb_wolf]

[Edible and edible are not the same.]

Eh, I'm not fighting for booze. Cigarettes, maybe, but not booze.

[incousinswithyou]

It might be a good time to start quitting.

[no judgment in her tone, but it's probably easier in the long haul, especially here.]

[bb_wolf]

[He gives a low growl and slumps a bit more.]

How many people usually shoved onto one of these ships? I might give them up if there's not too many.

[incousinswithyou]

[huh. That's an odd requirement.]

Around ten or less. This [she looks around them] is an anomaly.

[bb_wolf]

Ten or less.

[He thinks about this. New location, sealed, ten or less people to learn.]

I can probably cope with that without the cigarettes. Maybe.

[incousinswithyou]

[hmm. Slight headtilt.]

Cigarettes help you cope with people? [you don't look like a particularly anxious sort. Practical, maybe.]

[bb_wolf]

Yup. And places.

[He taps his nose.]

This thing is sensitive to lots of smells. These drown 'em out.

[And he shakes his half empty cigarette box.]

[incousinswithyou]

[that explains all the nose twitching, actually.]

Well, most of the chores seem to be automated, so at least you won't be stuck with the consequences of a less fastidious crewmate.

[bb_wolf]

Unless bathing is automated, I think dealing with less than fastidious is still on the cards.

If bathing is automated, I would get why people avoid it. Being washed by someone else is only fun if you're not in it for the washing.

[incousinswithyou]

[ah. Michiru giggles, though she hides her smile behind a hand as she does so.]

Oh? And will you be offering incentives for bathing regularly?

[bb_wolf]

[Back home, the incentive would be 'do it or else' but he doesn't have that reputation here. No one knows who he is or what he can do.]

Fuck. I don't have much to offer in way of incentive other than 'don't be a fucking dickhead and make people smell your stink'.

[incousinswithyou]

So much for the 'fun' part.

[bb_wolf]

I'm not the type of guy you take into the bathroom with you.

[incousinswithyou]

[that's new. If anything, you've piqued her interest.]

No? Then what type of guy are you?

[bb_wolf]

Hm.

[Grendel would call him a fucking monster. Snow would call him rough but well meaning. Crane would call him that frustrating animal wearing a man's skin.]

One who takes showers by himself.

[incousinswithyou]

[that's another quiet laugh from Michiru]

You've made your point quite succinctly.

[a genial smile] I'm Kaioh Michiru. It's nice to meet you.

[bb_wolf]

Bigby Wolf.

Your name sounds Japanese.