play a jingle, it's a mingle!

[geonomy]

Who: Vanquish crew and visitors
Broadcast: why
Action: Anywhere on board the Vanquish!
When: 11/25 and on!

[The ship is looking classier and cooler now, and what's this? Nice little gifts? Say it ain't so! Surely this must take some investigating!

Or, rather, some mingling! Haha!]

Comments

[geonomy]

[A]

[Man, it's a really good feeling to wake up on his own ship again. Even better than he expected, really; a bit like coming home but not.

When he gets up and going, he checks on his fish (alive and healthy, thank the stars, he'd been worried!), checks on all the papers in his room, checks on the gift basket -

Wait, gift basket?

All of this makes him take some time to actually get out of his room, but once he does, he'll be doing so with the navy blue slippers that had been provided for him. Anyone who finds him will see him staring down at the floor and archways as he searches for the rest of his crew, because this? This was new.]

[B]

[Now that it's been a little while, Clay sits at the kitchen table while surfing the network, when he comes across that one file. You know, the one labeled "11/25"?]

Huh. That's new.

[Time to check out what it is!]

Everyone's names are on here? [WEIRD.]

[C]

[Most nights, Clay actually does make it to his bed to sleep. But some nights, like this one, he just gets so wrapped up in his work that he forgets to actually get up and go.

He's slumped over on the kitchen table, papers scattered around and under his folded arms. Most of them look like star charts and equations, a few look like letters, and some probably just don't make sense.

He's sleeping with his head rested on his arms, the bill of the visor pushed to the side. He seems pretty comfy, but he probably won't feel that way in the morning.]

[D]

[Wildcard! Whenever, wherever, we're meant to be together!]

[C]

[techknowlogical]

[Hm. A dilemma.

Koushirou is, as usual, awake at whatever horrible hour it is, although he'd been spending most of the night so far in his room and enjoying the quiet of being back on the Vanquish. The desire for caffeine had prompted his temporary migration into the kitchen, however, where he now ponders his options.

Should he wake Clay up, or just leave him alone? Which is the better choice here? Normally he just leaves people alone to do whatever they're doing, even if that's sleeping at a table, but being someone who's fallen asleep at a desk more than once he knows it's not all that great an experience by the time the next morning comes around.

So, finally, he decides to do something.]

Um... Clay?

[He'll just see if saying Clay's name is enough to wake him up. Hopefully. Probably not, but worth a try.]

[C]

[geonomy]

[Nah. That gets nothing out of your captain.

Maybe say it louder? Or poke him with something. Maybe.]

B

[stickupherforehead]

What's new, Clay?

[Pearl sounds mostly distracted as she walks into the kitchen. Looks like she's giving the ship a top to bottom check up. Gotta make sure the stupid Atroma people didn't mess it up.]

B

[geonomy]

This directory here on the network. It's got today's date, and everyone's names? Here, let me pick one.

[Curiously, he'll pick Allen's name.]

... Huh. Music? [Kind of pretty music, too. Little too flowery for him, but whatever.]

[ C ] why not?

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue pretty much never sleeps through the whole night, so on another occasion when Clay is sleep-working, she comes along.

...well, he IS adorable. But she thinks he's gonna regret this later. So.

Let's try:

Kicking the chair
> DRAMATIC COUGHING
Shaking his shoulder]

[ C ] yyyaaaasss

[geonomy]

[While Clay is a fairly light-to-normal sleeper, in these circumstances, it's a little hard to wake up. The coughing gets him to grimace a little in his sleep and dig his head further into his arms, but otherwise, he doesn't stir much.

Maybe try something else? But please don't kick the chair.]

baby's first ship visit.....................

[kotatsu]

[ it's hard being a seven year old in space, to be honest, and nanako is still attempting to adjust to everything. the most she knows about space is the solar system and everything else is just a whole bunch of new experiences that she never would have expected.

like visiting waystations?? in space???? super cool. she thought she was going back to the three twins after doing some exploring, but once she steps onto the vanquish she realizes that she made a grave mistake. ]

This isn't the Three Twins... [ it's mumbled to no one in particular as she looks around. the general layout seems the same, but they definitely don't have the fun tiled floors or the cool archways. after glancing around to see if anyone's looking, she takes out her communicator and snaps a picture of the inside. ]

PRECIOUS BABY

[geonomy]

[And here Clay was about to step off to do some research on the waystation they were currently at. He has some papers in hand and a pencil behind his ear, already pouting his lips slightly at what he's written, except - oh, there's the snap of a picture.

Clay blinks and lifts his head from his notes, and... oh nooooo, tiny child! He grins, hugging the notes to his chest with one arm to free up the other one.]

Well, hey there! [He waves as he steps closer.] Welcome to the Vanquish!

u////u

[kotatsu]

[ oh no, she's been spotted! nanako immediately lowers her communicator, hiding it behind her back. nope, nothing's wrong, everything's fine you totally imagined that flash/snap.

she's never met clay before, so when he approaches her she fidgets a little, hoping she won't get in trouble for trespassing. ]

Um, h-hello. Thank you... I'm sorry for coming in, I think I went to the wrong ship.

[touchofrogue]

[And coming around the hallway... Rogue blinks as the communicator snaps and she accidentally photo bombs.]

Uh... hi?

[Did she miss the confetti and horrible chocolate pudding?]

[kotatsu]

Oh!

[ ah, she was caught. nanako lowers her communicator, looking embarrassed. ]

I'm sorry... I wanted to take a picture of the archway, it looks really cool.

Visitor, several days after they return to the ships

[save_the_souls]

[Nearly a week after they returned from the Marsiva and all seems calm among the fleet, things are starting to relax some. As such Allen, knowing that his ship and crew were in good shape, felt alright taking some time off his ship.]

[So if any the Vanquish crew are up in the morning, they might come across Allen. He's got the jumpers and a hoodie on haphazardly, no shoes either- just socks. From the looks of it, he's trying to make himself a simple breakfast, and there's the electric kettle heating up some water for tea. But he's not really all that used to this kitchen to know where everything is and what they have. You know, possibly because this isn't his ship and he's really not a chef]

[So yeah, potentially a strange person rummaging through your kitchen. What do?]

[stickupherforehead]

[huuuuuuh]

Can I help you?

[as long as the rummaging didn't mess up her systematically arranged stuff]

[thebloodseal]

[Al had had plenty of time to find his way around and meet the crew, seeing as how he wasn't being forced to sleep any more- so he knew the young man he found in the kitchen wasn't part of the crew. However, that didn't mean he didn't belong there- Al wasn't sure how often new crewmembers arrived, after all.]

Hey- are you new to the ship?

Alphonse | Open

[thebloodseal]

Security

[Upon exploring the ship, Al was surprised to discover an armory. He'd gotten the impression that Atroma wasn't keen on them being armed- for obvious reasons- so why give them weapons now?

He stayed away from the guns, knowing gun safety from all the soldiers he'd hung out with- his huge fingers could barely pull the trigger, anyway. But there was something else- a suit of armor that stretched to fit his body.

Armor for armor. How hilarious, Atroma.]

Wildcard

[Al was wearing the pair of slippers that had come in his gift basket just to be a brat. Also, he may or may not have made a little black flamel cross symbol on each of them with alchemy.

Where do you want to run into him, crew? Up to you.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue remains so quietly glad that she did not have to upgrade her augment yet. She's super relieved that they have their own security now too. So, just coming in late that morning and discovering the new room.]

...huh.

[Wow, that was like... a legit armory. That's a little crazy. What kind of invasion were they going to be expected to fight off here?]

[geonomy]

[Guess who's poking his head into the armory, having been curious about the new room?

He walks in, muttering a "Whoa, check it out" quietly to himself as he looks around. He doesn't like guns, doesn't like what they're capable of doing to other people, but he can appreciate the safety they might have if they're attacked again. What he's most interested in is the armor, and Alphonse there.]

Guess we know what augment you are now!

[stickupherforehead]

[A]
[in the kitchen, Pearl is dumping out her gift basket onto the table. The chocolate and the dried fruit immediately get pushed to the side. She considers the pair of light blue slippers for a moment and then sets it in the middle. And then finally, she's inspecting a mug, a teapot, and a tin of tea.

Heh. She can use this.]

[B]
[when they've landed at a way-station, Pearl can be found in a corner of the courtyard Utena-ing it up fencing with a hologram version of herself. She's focused, but she doesn't look particularly engaged. It can only get so interesting when you're basically fighting your own shadow.

...And yup. She has armed Holopearl with a real sword.]

[C]
[anything goes!]

[touchofrogue]

[Rubbing one eye sleepily, an unwrapped chocolate bar in her other gloved hand, Rogue makes her way into the kitchen.]

Hey, Pearl. Got anythin' good?

B

[geonomy]

[Clay had peeked into the courtyard to see what was going on... Then went straight back to the ship.

Only to come back, pool cue he'd accidentally swiped from the dusty moon in hand. He watches Pearl at a distance with a big, excited grin while he holds the cue with both hands, even bouncing on the heels of his feet a little and quietly cheering her on.

When there seems to be a pause, Clay grins and gets up on his tiptoes to yell out:]

That was awesome!

[touchofrogue]

[A]Helloooo, gift basket.

Annoyed as Rogue is to be suddenly brought away from the Marsiva, chocolate and emerald green slippers are well, okay, a completely unacceptable and ridiculous attempt at placation, but that is not going to keep her from eating some of the chocolate and hording the rest of it for later, or from digging through to find her additional gifts. And the present is -- score! A legit, underwire sports bra and a set of tacky neon hair ties. While she could have gone without the neon colors, this is a totally acceptable sacrifice, even if it ends up being just a little bit too small to be perpetually uncomfortable when on, it's still better than nothing.

Munching slowly on a piece of chocolate (listen, she doesn't trust the basket to not just disappear as suddenly as it has and she has missed real chocolate), Rogue begins to explore the changes made to the ship.

B
Later on, after settling in further, Rogue can be spotted packing up a few things to go and take the shuttle. Waystations? Visiting other ships? Taking baked goods elsewhere? You betcha. (She may also be seen baking said baked goods.)

C
Choose your own adventure!

[mucked]

Hopping ships was a bizarre sort of way to visit people, Peggy decided. Bizarre and more than a little disorienting. But some trips -- and some acquaintances -- made the disorientation more than worth it. Memoir-writing was all well and good, but her own basket had brought about a rather alternative suggestion: a book, slim and nondescript. Villette was a favourite of hers, but not for any particular charm inherent to the text. Instead, a budding young reader can hardly ever forget their first Brontë. And a spy can hardly forget her first brush with doubled-identity, even if it had been purely fictional.

She arrived upon the Vanquish with little-to-no fanfare and set about finding Rogue amidst its rooms and halls.

B for the Latest?!

[digthefuzz]

[And as Rogue is preparing to take a shuttle, it will soon become apparent that another shuttle is actually docking onto the ship.

A hesitant-looking fuzzy man is soon clambering out, trying to steel himself for a long overdue meeting.]

Eugene | Open

[survivalistcookbook]

[Kitchen]

It's Christmas. Eugene's at the table in the galley, picking apart his gift basket reverently, as if any one item is going to combust. The dark red slipper is already on his foot (and its twin, what looks like a long, shapeless cross between a sock and a knitted hat, draped over his left thigh). The chocolates and dried fruit are carefully arranged on the table, right next to three little paper seed packets - rosemary, oregano, and basil. He's eating a curl of dried coconut as slow as humanly possible, binge-watching (and listening to, and reading) the new media directory, totally blissed out. It might take some advanced door-knocking or throat-clearing to get his attention. Or maybe indicate that meals still need to be made.


[Wildcard]

Otherwise, Eugene can be found exploring the ship, taking in the changes and exploring for any less apparent ones. It's good practice moving without his crutch, anyway, evening out his gait and figuring out knee extension on his prosthetic leg that doesn't involve swinging his left hip quite as obviously. The armory in specific he spends awhile in, cautiously examining the sidearms before moving on to the armored suits, trying to figure out if there's one made to accommodate his unique limb situation.