Time for family movie night on the Windrose!

[pain_train]

Who: Crew of the Windrose
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Windrose, mingle time!
When: 11/25 and onward

[Wow, the ship's a little smaller, but lookit that view! Let's talk awkwardly about it and mingle!]

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11/25 MOVIE NIGHT!!!

[pain_train]

[Wrath is SUPER EXCITED to be back on the Windrose, even if she misses getting to hang out with Beverly and Winter whenever she wants. But! She discovers something EVEN MORE EXCITING. Someone gave her a copy of her and Maine's favorite bullshit terrible movie.

MOVIE NIGHT! Seaweed snacks and protein cubes for everyone!!!]

Movie Night

[unbearablynaive]

[Did someone say seaweed snacks? Vision is bringing two varieties, the rice-like algae baked into rice cakes and long strips of the bacon-flavored kelp, which ends up being not unlike jerky.]

Will this do? I'm afraid there is no substitute for popcorn.

[pain_train]

It's great! I mean, all that matters for snacks is that there's lots of them and they're salty and crunchy, right? The baked stuff is super good, though.

This movie would be even better with lots of booze.

Movie!

[tothefly]

[Natasha is not necessarily ready to be suckered into routine yet. It's their first night back, first full night back anyway, and she still isn't over the modifications made to what she has, surprisingly, come to think of as her ship.]

[Still, her ship comes with her crew, and Wrath was really excited about the prospect. So here's Natasha, curled comfortably barefoot near her security officer, reaching over occasionally for a piece of not-jerky.]

There's how many movies in this series?

[pain_train]

Well, this one's the third, but I think the whole series is like. Uh. eleven or twelve movies? Well more, but after twelve they replaced both the main characters with different actors and it just wasn't the same any more. The quality really went downhill.

[Just contemplate that for a moment. You gotta have standards in your explosion-filled soft core scifi porn.]

[thebestseller]

I have some sponsor-provided popcorn with butteresque flavoring. Will that do?

[pain_train]

Oooh. Like real butteresque flavor? And real popcorn? I've never had either of those, that's super exciting!

action

[dancingmd]

[Fortunately for you Wrath, Beverly also misses getting to hang out whenever she wants, so she's going to make it happen anyway.]

I didn't know we had movies now! I thought that was just on the Marsiva.

[pain_train]

I guess it was part of the presents that we got? Everyone's got a little file and mine was this awesome movie! So I thought we should have a party night since it's good for crewmates.

The Vision

[unbearablynaive]

[The new windows are a very nice added feature, and more often than not the Vision can be found looking out one of them. Once a day, he takes a reading from the bridge and enters it into a star chart program which anyone else can feel free to look at: it has relative positions of the stars and other astrophenomena observable with their ship's instruments, though it's from an engineering expertise rather than a piloting one.

The reduced lighting doesn't seem to affect him, except that he's set several of his glowing fish in the kelp tank out in the cargo bay to make sure the seaweed gets enough light to grow; there are two others he keeps in his bunk to shed similar light on his potted cacti. He knew picking those up would come in handy.]

[touchofrogue]

[Despite her boyfriend's very legitimate concern about Vision, Rogue is seeking him out at some point in the month. She has her reasons, and most of them are even completely straightforward. She doesn't even bother with an excuse, what she remembers of her time in his mind is sufficient.

She knocks on the door frame outside of the cargo bay.]

Knock, knock.

[unbearablynaive]

[They don't tend to get many visitors on the Windrose, so the Vision looks up with pleasant surprise on his face.]

Rogue. Hello, and welcome. Please do come in.

Natasha, open

[tothefly]

[It's official. The Windrose is smaller than it was when they left her behind. Not by much; just enough to grate. The hallways are just a smidge narrower, the cargo bay a little less open, the bridge now comfortably fitting one body less. Not to mention the windows everywhere, presumably meant to "open it up," that instead offer an anxiety-inducing sense of vulnerability. Not really to her liking at all. After going over everything with a fine-toothed comb, Natasha's going to settle herself in at the flight console, familiarizing herself all over again with the controls, now that she knows how to fly this thing. Feel free to come say hi to your captain, crew.]

[thebestseller]

I have to say, not sure how I feel about the new digs. [Castle sighed as he followed one of his cleaning droids into the bridge.] I'm sure Atroma will want to hear my complaints, right?

[tothefly]

I'm sure they'll be about as receptive to complaints as they usually are. Send them a message about the windows, maybe they'll send us some lacy curtains.

[She doesn't turn around, focused on the console; she does, however, lift her feet for the industrious little roomba.]

[mucked]

[ there is a knock-knock-knock on the bridge's doorframe. cocked knuckles, rapped against the metal. and peggy thinks about how the sound is far less satisfying than against wood.

she stands (wordless) waiting for some sort of invitation -- although she's intruded this far onto the other spy's ship. ]

[touchofrogue]

[So, at some point in the month, Rogue drops by to seek Natasha out. She knocks on the door frame when she spots her.]

Hey. Feel like a run?

[Natasha, you would not believe what was in her gift basket.]

[dancingmd]

[It shouldn't be surprising that Beverly makes her way over to the Windrose soon after they're off the Marsiva. She's gotten used to seeing both Wrath and Natasha regularly and besides... they probably should have a chat about the calibrations, if Natasha is willing.

Finding few places to sit on the now much more confined bridge, Beverly instead perches on the edge of one of the unused consoles, watching Natasha for a moment before speaking. She noticed Natasha's office was gone, since that's where she headed first, and now she finds her working the flight controls. Logical conclusion:]

You've changed your augment, haven't you?

Castle | Open

[thebestseller]

[Confined spaces didn't do much for Castle, as they reminded him of that time he and Kate had been locked in a freezer and almost died, and now the Windrose seemed even more cramped and closed-in than before.

There were plenty of windows to look at, though, and that helped- and his cleaning droids seemed to have gotten an upgrade, looking more sleek than they had before. Castle could be found sitting cross-legged with them arranged all around him as they awaited things to clean, as though he were about to have a serious conversation with them... or else try and set them against each other, Battlebots-style.]

[unbearablynaive]

[Ah, he's gathered the troops for inspection. The Vision thoroughly approves of the way Castle treats his robot crew - the little ones may not have self-awareness, but they could very well develop it one day. These things happen.

Quietly, he edges in to see if there is in fact a speech on the way.]

Mihawk | Open

[dualcross]

[Mihawk, unlike the rest of the crew, is not partaking in any of the so-called festivities. He has holed up in his cabin and begun to read the book he was given, Dracula - a parody of his surname, "Dracule", no doubt. But as he spend his time looking over the first few pages, he finds the read quite interesting, and continues, laying in bed with his feet up. He has no interest in mingling at all, this was a crew and a ship he did not pick, and while he has no qualms of providing what's necessary...they won't be considered nakama any time soon.

The only times he puts his device down, marking his spot on the e-book, it's to investigate the ship. Color his curious about that at the very least. He'll need to familiarize himself with it sooner or later, and best to be prepared. But seas is it cramped, especially for a tall man like him (he's a hulking 6'6"), and he frowns each time he has to squeeze to get by something or someone. He's really liking this set up less and less... Mood not improved given the fact that Atroma or whatever nonsense they call themselves saw fit to give him a sword to "make him feel better".

Hahahaa...fuck off.]

[unbearablynaive]

[The only part of the ship that's still relatively spacious is the cargo hold - though it too has been sadly downsized from its previous incarnation. It's certainly the only place where the Vision can feel free to float as he prefers, about a foot off the ground, as he tends to his large kelp tank. He's quite remarkable in his appearance, being rather maroon in color, and he seems to be talking in a low voice to the glowing red fish that's weaving through the kelp.]

[pain_train]

[Well, if he's investigating the ship, he's going to end up at the armory, where Wrath's probably cleaning the weapons. She does this like it's her religion, ever day.]

Hi shipmate! Good to see you around, you're so quiet.

[Ooh, he's so tall.]

[thebestseller]

[On his travels around the ship, Mihawk might run across a small droid sweeping the floor, and a man following it watching fondly.]

'scuse us- the janitor is coming through.

Just visiting

[touchofrogue]

[A few times during the month, the chances are good that anyone in the Windrose might spot Rogue as she comes calling. She'll also likely poke around a little bit, a hazard of not really having been on the ship before and trying to find her way. Don't mind her if she accidentally opens a wrong door, she doesn't mean to, she's sorry.]