driftfleet | gettin shippy with it?

[Mal is just Excited To Be Here, quite frankly. She loves the Caprine. Loves. Luvs. As such, the first day finds her buried deep in the engine, banging around in Engineer Thrillsville, sating her quite literal hunger for this particular brand of problem-solving and making sure everything is up to scratch and/or snuff. She does emerge in the evening, though, cheerfully covered in grease and ready to hug or shoulder-punch anyone she knows and stare curiously at new arrivals. Professionalism!]

[For the rest of the time, she can be found fussing around in parts of the ship that are not technically her business at all - poking at the displays on the bridge, practicing hand-to-hand or ballet in the cargo bay (shut up, Joseph), or lingering in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a curious stare for anyone who's willing to even vaguely look in her direction.]

[Occasionally she will make captain's updates over the loudspeakers, mostly to hear the sound of her own voice. For example:]

This is your captain speaking. Have you ever considered the possibility that this is all a dream? That the month of dreams was, in fact, the waking world? That your real existence is hopping from reality to reality like a particularly restless spirit? What an intriguing prospect. Please consider and discuss, then get back to me with your opinions. There will be a test.

[If you are unlucky enough to get cornered by Mal when the Caprine is near a waystation, she will also probably drag you out for drinking, or shopping for big black sensible boots, or for a fight, or all three. This is your life now, new passengers. Welcome the sweet embrace of madness.]

Edited 2015-11-25 21:10 (UTC)

[ As for one (no pun intended) of the new crew members here, she's taking her time to explore the place. Sure, it's not huge, but in a way, that's kind of nice.

Feel free to join the exploring?

Or maybe it's mealtime. Which would maybe be more exciting if she weren't literally eating only the most bland foods the Caprine has to offer. No flavor at all. You've got a weirdo right here, folks.

As for trying to figure out the beds, though..........she'll be trying to find somewhere else to sleep. No offense. ]

[Quite frankly, she should have known that things would have turned out like this the moment Mal suggested they spend time off the Caprine and on the waystation. Mal is more or less incapable of spending a quiet evening out even when she makes all assurances that it will just be some drinks and that will be that. Of course she starts a fight.]

[Not that she does so overtly. She's too clever for that, but too infuriating to avoid a fight altogether. Cassandra should have ignored it. She should have stayed in her seat, drinking and minding her own business. Mal would be fine on her own. But she didn't. Cassandra got right into the middle of it more for the protection of the other party than Mal. After which they couldn't possibly stay there, so Cassandra drags Mal out of the bar and they walk a while in silence.]

[Cassandra isn't...mad. If she was, she'd be lecturing Mal right now knowing full well that she doesn't exactly mean any of it and that next to none of it will sink it for Mal. The ranting, in that instance, would be for her benefit rather than Mal's. But she's silent and exasperated instead because...well...Cassandra likes the noise. She likes the senseless use of energy. She likes the frustration. She likes not knowing why she keeps coming back when it's usually accompanied by this much aggravation. Except that she does know. She knows and what a startling revelation that is. Startling and wonderful that she thinks to say something.]

[Cassandra slows to a stop and catches Mal by the arm. But she doesn't say anything. She means to. In fact, she means to even as she turns Mal to face her, right up until the moment they meet eyes. But Cassandra's never been good at speaking and whatever odd combination of words she had intended to fumble her way through right then and there simply fly away in favor of pressing her lips to Mal's.]

[ New arrival here, and one who might be familiar from dream-sharing.

And during her looks around (partially to explore, partially to find someplace to sleep...not...around other people, she once walks in on one of those ballet practices. And...well, she's at least polite enough to wait for what seems like a good moment. ]

Is this how our captain passes her time?

[Look, this time he won't laugh at you about your ballet, Mal. This time, he'll be trying to avoid getting touched. He sees that look in Mal's eyes, knows what it is, and is very determined not to go down this route (again). He levels a finger at her, starting to back up.]

You're covered in grease. Don't.

[Well, if she wanders on up to the bridge, she'll find Joseph there. He's flipped the autopilot off and getting a feel for it again. He looks over his shoulder at her. You know instead of looking at what he's doing. Joseph. Joseph, please pay attention.]

You got put here with us?

[ Elecman is inspecting the Caprine just like Mal is, going over everything not only because the ship and how it works is his job now (and something of a passion for him, since he hasn't worked with physical machinery before). He can be found puttering around the ship, testing mechanisms and watching in fascination as things fold in and out; he seems to approve of it.

Also, his gift-given dried fruits have been left in the kitchen as a present for anyone who wants them, because he certainly can't eat them. The chocolates he keeps; they'll come in handy later.

In the waystation, he's testing his mettle against various arcade games, and some of those have room for a second player. Feel free to join him in co-op shooting games or go head to head with him in a fighting game - he definitely won't mind. ]

Edited 2015-11-26 01:20 (UTC)

[It's a far cry from the atmosphere of the Marsiva, something he's still not really... used to. And the captain seems... well, he'd hesitate to say off, but certainly she's different. Nosy, maybe. He doesn't mind the staring too much, even if he doesn't know how to react to it.

It's the second or third time he catches her staring that he offers an awkward sort of smile and a wave. He's not sure whether or not he should greet her verbally... so he doesn't, at least just yet.]

[He'd been warned that they were usually on smaller ships. He thought he was prepared for that. It meant fewer people, fewer worries... didn't it?

Only not really. He's not a people person, not really, and it's kind of draining to be here acting like he is for no pay and no good reason.

Okay, maybe there is pay, he doesn't know that. Whatever.

Qing can be found just generally getting used to the layout of the place, at first. It's small but not cramped, and once he gets used to the folding furniture and the like, it's honestly kind of cozy. More than his apartment back at home, even.

Later on, he'll be easily found in the kitchen, restlessly looking over the... ingredients... there and just generally trying to take stock of this whole new situation. It's not going well, but you might be hard-pressed to tell from the absent look on his face.]

[ She most certainly will! Exploring must be done thoroughly, after all.

...though if he crashes into.........space....then that might make exploring the ship a little bit more difficult. ]

That seems to be the case.

You're our pilot, then?

[ Ah, good, somebody else she remembers from her dreams, also exploring the ship.

That would make a decent pick up line, but in this case, she would only mean it in the least romantic way possible, of course. He's seen a bit more than she would've wanted anybody here to. ]

It's nice to see you again.

[ More out of politeness than actual....friendship, since One is not much for friends, but she is not terrible at being polite. Anyway, she's not unhappy to see him, just...not...thrilled. Because of all that dream nonsense. ]

[He'll try to hold off on any significant crashes until after she's had a chance to look the ship over, but no promises. You honestly never know.]

Yep! And first mate.

[Can't forget that part.]

[Joseph is making a face at the dried fruit that Elecman is leaving behind.]

You might as well toss that out the airlock. Nobody's gonna eat that. Not unless you know of some grandpa hangin' around here that I haven't seen yet.

[Guh-ross.]

[While Qing's busy getting himself acquainted to where everything is, he'll run into Joseph on the bridge. He's in the pilot's seat, but he's not piloting. Instead, Joseph's got his feet up and left the Caprine on autopilot. He's also got his aviator hat on his face and happens to be snoring. Loudly.]

[You can wake him up though, Qing. It'll be fine.]

[Usually, he's not the type to be inclined to wake someone when they seem to be quite comfortable. It's a bit rude, and with the fact that nothing is crashing and burning right now... well.

Maybe this place is already getting to him, a little. Maybe it's just the mildest of irritations at someone who appears to be sleeping on the job.

He doesn't even know if speaking alone will be enough to wake someone who appears to be so deep in sleep, but hey. Start with the simple, then move on to more complex things.]

... Is the chair really that comfortable?

[As it turns out, it's appearances only for Joseph and he jerks awake at the sound of someone else's voice. Sitting upright, he lets his feet hit the floor again and he pushes his hat back up out of his face. He looks at Qing in confusion.]

Bwhat? [Hold on. He'll catch up. Joseph squints a little, rubbing one of his eyes with a hand.] Oh.

[Joseph yawns and puts his feet back up.]

Are you new or looking for someone?

[ Well, it's the effort that counts......kind of. ]

That must keep you busy.

[ Though if he says "no," she'll at least know she's in for a more or less quiet time here. ]

Not really. I mean, Mal--she's the captain--she tries to come up with stuff, but it's more of a pain in the ass than any real work.

[There's no such thing as quiet on the Caprine between Joseph and Mal. He is a loudmouth and she enjoys riling people up. It wouldn't be any better if they didn't get along as well as they do.]

Edited (i swear i speak english) 2015-11-27 04:29 (UTC)

[ He inclines his head in a similarly polite nod, acknowledging her presence. He straightens up from his inspection of some ship part or another. ]

Looks like we've been assigned to the same ship. Guess we're crewmembers.

[ He rubs his neck in a sheepish kind of way, after a bit. ]

Must be glad that those dreams are over, huh.

It'll be good to give to anybody you don't like. [ Look on the bright side, Joseph. God. ]

But I like everyone here.

[But no, seriously. He hasn't run into anybody he actively dislikes yet.]

Unless you got some way of mailing it back to Atroma anyway.

[ Elecman, however, is the exact opposite and considers most people unlikeable until proven otherwise by actually interacting with them. ]

People you want to prank, then.

I haven't figured anything out yet, but I guess I should keep you posted.

[Acquire some chill, Elecman.]

What kind of prank is giving people dried fruit?

[ He's so unchill, it's terrible. He's so energised. ]

If they don't like it or aren't expecting it, you put it in something they eat without them knowing. [ This is basic food pranking, okay. Experience with his teammates' operators has taught him this. ] Or you disguise it as something they like.

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That's still pretty lame. Who's to say they're gonna even notice it?

gettin shippy with it?

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