gettin shippy with it?

[acuition]

Who: the good folks on the caprine
Broadcast: not likely!
Action: for the good folks on the caprine, or anybody visiting.
When: right now? right now!!!

[ Whether you're new to the ship or happy to be back or really mad to be back...you're here. That's what matters.

Because it's a mingle post. You know how it is. ]

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[deshabille]

[At the very least Mal is good at it. Passable, anyway. She wasn't at first, and it's hard for her not to be perfect on the first pass, but she's gotten good enough that doing it in public is no longer embarrassing.]

[Also anyone who mocks her will be stepped on. Joseph can confirm.]

[She settles to the flats of her feet and half-turns to look at One curiously. Oh, this one.]

Sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. Do you have suggestions for what I should be doing instead?

[acuition]

[ She's been told before that it's hard to tell when she isn't being critical-- maybe she should have taken that more to heart. ]

Not at all. If you have the time, you may as well use it.

[ The ship seems to more or less run itself, and...well. She can't say she lacks regrets on how she'd spent much of her time before coming here. ]

[deshabille]

Well, there's not as much to do here as you might expect.

[She sighs a little, twists back at the waist so she's facing forward, watching One out of the corner of her eye. It's disappointing. She's used to being busier. But she likes the people, at least.]

It's meant to be training, anyway. Balance and precision training.

[acuition]

[ She nods, slowly. ]

If it's helped, then I think it's worth doing.

[ And...honestly, that's caught her interest. ]

[deshabille]

It's helped a lot. I'm a bit . . .

[She wiggles her hand vaguely.]

Very strong. But not precise. I would just hit things. So Natasha decided to fix it, so I didn't get anyone killed.

[acuition]

[ She actually sounds a bit like a person, rather than a vaguely-stoic...non...person: ]

You sound a bit like one of my sisters. If she wasn't careful when opening doors, she'd tear them off their hinges.