iiiiiit's a mingle

[sinuosity]

Who: Red Fish crew and visitors.
Broadcast: none.
Action: On the Red Fish and waystations.
When: After returning from the Marsiva.

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[sinuosity]

→ ship

[ Having never been aboard the Red Fish before it's modification, the ship is bizarre. The rooms are pleasant, there's very little aesthetic need for all these skulls. She can be found prowling the ship, in uniform. Either in the armoury examining the weapons available, looking over the consoles in the bridge, or finding a place to hide all this baklava in the kitchen. ]

→ waystations

[ There's more space here. Nyssa has a change of clothes from the Marsiva; a dark green T-shirt, blue jeans, sturdy boots, and a black leather jacket. She tucks her hands in her pockets as she roams around, footsteps silent. She can be found curiously peering over your shoulder to see what you're doing, or examining a vending machine, trying to pick a snack. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Syeira comes across a new face when passing the armory. Which causes her to sort of rubber band backwards, and step into the doorway.]

Oh, uh, hello. Welcome to the Red Fish!

[sinuosity]

[ She puts down the weapon, looks up, and straightens in one fluid motion. ]

Under better circumstances, it would be a welcome. I am Nyssa, daughter of Ra's al Ghul. And you?

[child_of_bhaal]

[She takes no offense to the statement. In fact, she half smiles and nods her head a bit.]

Syeira of Candlekeep. Regardless of circumstances, it's nice to meet you, Nyssa.

[sinuosity]

I've not heard of Candlekeep. Where is it, and what purpose does it serve?

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka catches up with Nyssa at the waystation, stretching her arms perfunctorily as she approaches.]

Hey! Man is it good to get out of that ship once in a while.

[sinuosity]

[ She affords Ahsoka a small, pleased smile. ]

Is it better or worse than the Marsiva?

[resnipstance]

Better. Definitely better. At least piloting you get to do something. Plus, they gave me six seasons of Coruscant's most famous holo-drama to watch! I'd never seen it before.

[sinuosity]

— what kind of drama? I admit, I had little time for television at home, but here there's nothing but.

SS Red Fish~

[mortalcoil]

[Coil is still rattled from the time spent on the Marsiva, and has spent much of his time since then holed up in the lab and his bunk. that first day back, he has been almost feverishly busy tinkering, packing, rearranging, writing... so, really hasn't noticed the new face until now.

he has noticed that one of their crew is now missing, however, which hasn't put him in a fantastic mood.

as he's scurrying from his room to the lab, he hears someone exiting the armory, and so slows to a suspicious halt in the corridor. so, when Nyssa steps out, she'll have a grungy-looking, one-eyed teenager staring silently at her, with his arms full of papers and old books.]

[sinuosity]

[ Books are perhaps the one thing that command Nyssa's attention first, so she eyes them, and then Coil. ]

Hello.

[mortalcoil]

[and, of course, the books seem of the interesting sort-- big and antiquated.

he doesn't offer to share, however. instead, his brow furrows, and he frees enough of one hand to be able to point at her, with a questioning tilt of his head.]

waystations;

[enshields]

[Seeing her is a matter of coincidence. He recognizes her from the Calibration room, and approaches her at one of the vending machines. He isn't silent, as he moves, and his boots ring on the floor.

He stops when they're shoulder to shoulder, crosses his arms and gestures towards the machine with his chin.]

I'm a fan of the salt and vinegar, myself.

[sinuosity]

[ She's not smiling, when he reaches her, but the shoulders have softened, and something like recognition flickers across her face. He's a lot larger, somehow, more imposing. ]

Never tried it. [ she peers at the controls. ] Does this use coins?

[enshields]

Nah. These.

[He pulls a handful of chips out of his pocket.]

What would you like? My treat.

[Least he can do after everything.]

boarding tha' ship what up

[collegedropout]

[Sam isn't sure what to expect when he's finally shuffled into a ship -- well, other than not knowing anyone on board. He's not the most social person he knows, mostly because the expanse of his expertise since college has been to pretend to be someone else, or rescue people from monsters -- but he's not too bad. He can handle it. Right? Right. He just kind of wishes he had shoes. And normal clothing.

Sam's boarding in his pajamas -- sweats and a long sleeved gray shirt.

He looks ready for beddy-bye time in fashion.

He can be found just snooping around, looking at everything like he's a nerdy as hell six-and-a-half foot kid in a museum. Neat. Space stuff. He's not over it quite yet.]

[mortalcoil]

[little does he know--since he hasn't exactly had the luxury of seeing the other odd little ships in the fleet--but he has landed himself in probably the creepiest-looking one of the bunch. it's dark and a little imposing, especially with with the way there seems to be skull-themed designs tucked in the strangest places in the decor.

as he mosies down the central corridor, past the hatches that lead down to the bunks, one of them happens to swing open, and someone begins to climb up the short ladder and into the hall.

they're precariously carrying a bunch of papers and heavy books, though, so they're much more focused on making it up the ladder without dropping anything than they are on actually looking to see if there's anyone in the corridor.]

[collegedropout]

[Hey, that's a good way to speak to Sam's heart; books!

But no, let's focus on being social and introducing ourselves to our possibly insane crew. Sam steels himself, straightens up his shoulders a little (because he's already stuck in his night clothes, why not try to clean up in stature), and clears his throat slightly.]

Uh - hey. This is the SS Red Fish?

[Says Sam to the climbing pile of books.

Do you need help with that.]

[mortalcoil]

[the pile of books is startled, and an eye-patched face tries to peer around it and up into the hall-- but the papers start to slide.

so, he has to lean forward against the ladder to take the hand that isn't holding the books off the rungs, and try and catch them.

yeah. it's not going well. he might need some help.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[While Sam is dressed for bed, someone is actually sleeping. Though not say all dressed for it and not in any place that seems comfortable trip be sleeping.

Syeira's head is down on the table in the kitchen. Most of what someone standing over her can see is a mass of red, wildly curly hair, dark as fresh blood, the ends of elbows, popping out from under it. She's not wearing her space issued attire but her much hardier adventuring clothes: heavy cloth tunic, leather breeches and boots. Definitely not sleep wear, but she's out none the less.

She's not a snorer, but she does murmur and twitch occasionally. Like her sleep is not restful.]

[collegedropout]

[Um. Sam's just wandering. Okay. He's just getting used to his new creepy ship. What the hell, you guys. He's not built for creepy. He's built to kill creepy. Someone redecorate this ship. But anyway, he's just wandering through the kitchen, tall lumbering figure that he is. He hesitates just slightly when he realizes someone's super passed out at the table. Someone who seems to be dreaming, and likely none-too-well.

But Sam's familiar with poor dreams, as well as Dean prodding him awake from some of the awful stuff. He usually just bursts to life from a dead slumber, usually doesn't start swinging though, but he doesn't know just how this mystery woman would react to a hand poking at her shoulder.

...

But then, Sam would hate to leave her. Uhhh. He leans forward just slightly, far enough that he's confident he wouldn't take a fist to the chin or something.]

Hey. Hey --

Wake up.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Sam is wise. She's not a calm one when being woken. Fortunately, whatever she was dreaming wasn't quite bad enough that she's swings. But she does jerk awake, her head shooting up quickly, body tense, immediately ready for action.

It only takes her as second to realize none is need, and she relaxes marginally, and shoves her copious hair out of her face.]

Sorry! Sorry.

[She scrubs her hands over her face, and gives him a tired, but welcoming smile.]

Hello. You must be new.

[sinuosity]

​[ Nyssa is spending her time in the armoury, perhaps waiting for some arrows or swords, instead of the expanse of firearms that take up the wall. It's that or pace around and scare the other crewmembers. She's stepped away for a bit, and returns to find someone peering through the door to the empty armoury. ]

What are you doing?

[collegedropout]

[He flinches slightly at the voice, hunter's instinct reacting to getting caught more than anything, even if he's not actually doing anything wrong in theory -- he turns slightly toward the woman, and she can see him better: a tall, lean guy with a fluffy head of hair and a sheepish frown bordering on a wince.]

Sorry, just checking things out.

I'm, um. I'm Sam. I was put here on this ship by the shuffle.

[Or something. Is that what we call it? The shuffle, right?]

[sinuosity]

​[ Curious. Nyssa thinks nothing of it just yet: little aboard these ships and this place makes sense from her point of view, and even people aren't always just people. ]

Nyssa, daughter of Ra's al Ghul. I have a security augment. You?