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[dancingmd]

Who: Everyone!!!
Broadcast: No
Action: The Iskaulit
When: For the rest of the month

[Now that we've all had time to settle back into our ships, let's see what's going on over on the Iskaulit! For the new folks, there are already a few establishments and projects going on, but there's plenty of room for everyone, either to join in or to build their own thing. So mingle away!]

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Gardens

[dancingmd]

[Beverly can be found in the afternoons happily tending the plants in the community gardens she and Ino have established. For now, they consist of a lot of desert plants from the dusty moon, as well as a few tropical ones from the ocean planet. Any new contributions are always welcome, and she will be more than thrilled to talk to anyone who is interested in helping out.

Or maybe you want to just take a nice stroll in a more natural environment. Either way, you won't be bothering her in the slightest.]

[hitbyakar]

[ Lisa Lisa's here for more of the latter than anything. Though she's a little bit confused by the selection, here ... it's not really like anything in the gardens that were maintained on the island she lived on. (Then again, Venice wasn't exactly tropical or a desert.)

She doesn't speak up or announce her presence; rather, she seems busy staring down a rather large specimen of cactus, sunglasses resting on the top of her head. ]

[dancingmd]

[At first, Beverly, absorbed as she is in her task of pruning dead leaves (of which there are less than she expected, given their enforced month away from the Iskaulit), doesn't notice the other woman. It's only after she works her way from the tropical plants to the desert ones that she sees the stranger attempting to have a staring contest with one of her plants. She sets down her scissors, wipes her forehead, and walks over with an amused look on her face.]

Who's winning?

Gardens

[reconstitution]

[ With all that's happened the past few months, it's really no surprise that he hasn't bothered actually exploring the Iskaulit. He's still working on exercising his freedom, but it's a step.

The plants catch his attention, so he wanders around the gardens, looking at all the different specimens that have been collected. He does recognize a few of the different cacti, but his attention is taken by the tropical plants. It's not fresh air, but it still has something of the same effect. ]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly is in the process of repotting some of the plants when Jim wanders in.

Or no... he's not Jim, is he? He certainly looks like Jim but taller and paler, with longer hair. It's disconcerting, to say the least. Still, she's used to taking the strange in stride, so she gives him a warm smile while she continues to work, setting a plant with waxy looking leaves and a giant ball of tangled roots gently into a bigger pot, then packing the new dirt in. These plants grow at almost an alarming rate: she makes a note to get a sample to take back to the lab.]

Hello! Is there anything I can help you with?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin used to know all about the different ships in the Fleet, back when there were maybe ten of them, and the whole "kidnapped to space" thing was still a new concept... but talking to one of his crewmates made him realize he's been extremely unobservant lately, so he's taking some time to get acquainted.

and what ship has he been avoiding more than the Iskaulit? not one. so today's the day he's chosen to set foot back on the hollowed-out ship and see for himself whether or not the place still feels like it's full of empty ghosts.

he's been pleasantly surprised. the Fleet did a good job. seeing people mulling around and building things makes it feel surprisingly like home, especially when he comes across a space full of carefully-tended plants and sunlamps to keep them alive.

--but then he spots Beverly across the room and suddenly stops in his tracks, looking like he's just now remembered something maybe important.]

Oh.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly looks up from the tiny, unripe cactus fruit she'd been examining and her eyes widen.]

Robin!

[...this isn't awkward at all is it?]

[tobeajedi]

[Vima still gets a Bad Feeling™ from the Iskaulit and doesn't make a habit of going there particularly, but she does like the gardens, and right now she's looking for Dr. Crusher. It's been a few weeks, after all.]

Hey there, Doc. Or is it Captain?

[SHE REMEMBERS BREAKING INTO PLACES INSIDE YOUR HEAD AND ALL.]

[shoujoreject]

[It's something new, something comforting. Real, touchable. Well, relatively - there are cacti, after all. Regardless, the scent is something almost divine, after the almost inescapable scent of metal and sanitation.

He'd noticed Beverly on his arrival or shortly thereafter, but had initially decided it would be rude to interrupt her work - as such, he finds himself drawn to one of the tropical plants, kneeling down (for how much he needs to, at five feet tall) to observe it more closely. Just the faintest of smiles plays on his lips as he does, hands on his knees.]

[thezerothlaw]

[Here is Daneel, also in the gardens. He hasn't spent a great amount of time here, or on the Iskaulit at all, but now, at least, he's trying to get himself acquainted. The feel of a familiar mind, however, does catch his attention, and, well. He wouldn't mind having a non-calibration discussion with her, anyway.

Though she... seems somewhat troubled. Angry. That is a concern.

He seeks her out, of course, because it would be better to see what's going on that ignore it.]

Dr. Crusher? Is everything all right?

[Humans like their polite noises.]

Wandering/Being a little suspicious

[mortalcoil]

[Coil spends a lot of time on the Iskaulit; it's probably pretty common knowledge that he spends hours helping out in the library. but, he also does a lot of wandering. usually before or after his shift at the library, he takes long, meandering tours around the massive ship, still with his bag of books and other supplies slung over his shoulder.

sometimes he'll peek in on the various establishments from their respective doorways--getting a sense of them but rarely venturing further than that--and other times he'll just... continue strolling off into the uninhabited parts of the ship for hours at a time.

so, for anyone out and about on the Iskaulit, there is a chance that a grungy one-eyed teenager will be peeking into your establishment, or pass you in the halls.

and if you're really lucky, and happen to be in a quieter, emptier part of the ship... you might just catch him out of the corner of your eye squeezing behind a loose wall panel or dropping silently from an air vent somewhere down the hall.]

am i late or am i just lazy

[huaaaaagh]

[Now that they're back to their regularly scheduled... whatever... Kirito's finally given some thought to what might be done on the Iskaulit, a place he hasn't visited much since it was introduced to the fleet. More a lack of need than anything else.

It's different now. His conversation with Vash about safety has made him think twice about experimenting too much with weaponry on the Paisley, so instead he's sort of unofficially commandeered one of the empty rooms, set up a table, and is tucked away in a corner, carefully dismantling a gun and taking notes as he goes. The door's half-open, but there's a warning sign on the front with a big caution symbol on it. A few blackened marks on the opposite wall make it obvious why it's necessary.]

[versusnurture]

[The Iskaulit is a curious place, to Abigail. It's becoming a strange little kaleidoscopic fragment of the hearts and minds of the Fleet, in a more cohesive, centralized way than any of the rooms on the Barge ever were. She likes it, but it makes her homesick, too, so she only investigates in short bursts when she's really feeling well.]

[Today she's feeling pretty well indeed, and that's why she pops down the hall just in time to see him slithering behind a wall panel.]

[. . . Interesting.]

[Well, if he's going to slither, she'll slither too. Slither right into the wall panel after him.]

[Hello, friend.]

[reconstitution]

[ Winter finds himself on the Iskaulit more and more frequently as the months pass and he grows stir-crazy. Normally, there aren't many people during the times that he ends up there- and for good reason. It's been about a month since the Marsiva and the calibrations, but he hasn't quite gotten over how caged in all those people make him feel.

The long, empty halls that most don't go down are perfect for that. As he's wandering, movement down the hall doesn't escape his notice, so he very carefully creeps toward Coil once he identifies that he does know who it is.

It's hard to forget this particular teenager. ]

Impressive- most would have made noise dropping from that height.

Gardens/Library

[shoujoreject]

Garden:
[There are two draws the Iskaulit has for Qing, once he's learned about them. The gardens are the first, and by the time he's been there once, he expects it'll be somewhere he visits frequently. After all, even as small as it is, it's a far cry from the sort of desolate sensation that seems ever-present on the other ships. Even the Caprine, with its colourful cast, is a little oppressive.

He can be found at various times just... taking in the flowers, typically drawn to the tropical ones but sometimes just settled near any given one, legs pulled off to one side to sit comfortably. If it seems like he's not paying attention... well, that's probably because he's not.]

Library:
[And then there's the library. It's perhaps easier to find him there, as books have always been a safe haven for the cross-dresser - burying himself in knowledge lent him more skills as well as a place to be away from the din of conversation, after all, much of which was about him for a long time.

Here, it's a little different. The smell of the books is a comfort, yes, but hiding isn't why he's come for once. No, that reason is related to the books themselves. His position on his ship is as a lab assistant, which as far as he can figure involves a lot of medical machinery and things he really has no concept of how to use. As a result, the library seems like as good a place as any.

One might be able to find him poring over anatomy books, a bunch of them piled up next to him where he's settled on a chair. He's a little absorbed in the reading but it wouldn't be hard to interrupt his studying.

Alternately, well... there are books that are pretty high up, and he is not the tallest person. Without a stool or something, his reaching up to grab a book from a higher shelf may just end with that book (and possibly a few others) falling on his head, without some assistance.]

Library!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin doesn't visit this library much, but he recently had a talk with someone about murder mysteries, and wondered if the Fleet-run collection hadn't grown since the last time he was in...

so he's around, mulling quietly and very much minding his own business. he's checking out anatomy books too, but it's only out of curiosity... and puts him conveniently in the area when it looks like someone's about to have a small avalanche on their hands (or their head, as the case may be).

being 5'11" and nosy, he takes a couple of steps over and deftly catches the book as it's about to start its tumble. the other books are held in place by it--but if he lets go, it's all over. he holds it there, in dangerous stasis... because he's got to smile down at the shorty in front of him, first.]

Hi there. [cheery!] Need a hand?

Gardens

[reconstitution]

[ The gardens pose as similar draw to Winter, too. While it's not quite the fresh air he wants, it's better than the stale, recycled air of the ships. The Iskaulit is also beneficial for its spaciousness- the walls don't feel quite so much like they are about to cave in.

Normally, he is drawn to the various cacti that he'd seen previously on the dusty moon, but this time, another visitor happens to catch his eye.

Oh. It's the girl he saw in calibrations. He still feels a little poorly about that.. But is it weird to just go up and apologize to someone? These are the things he has Jim for. ]

Interfaith Center

[stefanged]

[Slowly but surely, the interfaith center is taking shape. Stefan's here more often than he'd like to admit, sitting on a prayer rug (and/or some giant floor cushions he snagged from a waystation) as he thumbs through his copy of the Qur'an.

If you're lucky, sometimes you can catch him recite the call to prayer before he goes ahead and prays. He still hosts interfaith services, but those depend highly on people coming by.

That said, anyone is welcome anytime - even if he's not in, the room is unlocked and there is a small collection of tea in one corner for anyone that might wish to drop by.]

[experiencepoints]

[Being from a world where gods are generally evil assholes and get murdered, Nightingale has never seen a place of prayer personally. She's seen legends that involve them, of course, and heard of old ruins of temples where monsters have come to congregate, drawn to the same mana flow that drew people to build there in the first place. So, she has no idea what exactly Stefan is doing, or what this entire room is. She just spotted him and walks in, approaching awkwardly.]

Uh, hey. You got a minute...?

[sinuosity]

[ Nyssa is just wandering the hallways, silently — only the minute swish of her League uniform to announce her steps. The place is quiet, good for meditation, except she walks in during the adhaan and promptly pulls her hood over her head. When Stefan is done, she peers at him. ]

« You speak Arabic?​ ​»

"Dance Studio"

[tothefly]

[The room Natasha has claimed for a studio is down at the end of one of the many long, winding corridors of the Iskaulit, a maintenance hallway really, behind an unmarked and usually locked door. It isn't much of a studio, honestly. Maybe half the size of a stage. Just big enough for two people to practice without hitting each other, three if they're all really good. The floor is highly polished wood, and there's a long bamboo rod bolted to one wall at waist height. No mirror, but if you look closely enough at the large window on one wall, you can make out a clear reflection most of the time.]

[Currently, the room is occupied by one (1) Natasha Romanoff, barefoot and wearing sweats, hair pulled back and one hand on the bar as she lifts a leg up behind her in one sweeping motion. The door is open just a crack, and there's a pair of boots just inside on the threshold. Feel free to poke your head in, if you can find her.]

[sinuosity]

[ She finds the room completely by accident. Locked doors are no obstacle, winding corridors hardly trying. Nyssa wants to know every corner of this ship like she's inspected her own and several others. Prudence. Prudence and boredom. ]

[ She announces herself by filling up the doorway. ]

Natasha Romanoff.

[ Frowning, ]

I did not get your patronymic.

[reconstitution]

[ He's come across this locked door on more than one of his meanderings, but finding it unlocked is an odd turn of events. Silently, he lets himself into the room, startled to find Natasha occupying its space like she very much belonged there. Of course, he doesn't let any of that show in his expression.

Winter moves far enough into the room that he can push the door closed save for a crack. He doesn't say anything, at first. She's in the middle of her practice, she'll strike when she's ready. ]

nebulously dated post-zhas

[versusnurture]

[Abigail goes looking for Coil. She saw his outburst on the network - sort of. She saw it in that she looked at it and then looked away, because for all that it was public, it felt very private. She didn't want to get involved in that. It just felt . . . hurtful. Like frustrated hurt all over. It's not fair to get into that, especially when you're someone like her, who sometimes (often) wants to pick people apart.]

[But when she gets to the Iskaulit, she finds his little piece of wall quite shut and just sort of . . . stands there, fretting and chewing on her nails.]

[mortalcoil]

[him lowering himself down and dropping rather silently from an air vent some distance behind her, only a few minutes later, is pretty coincidental. unless he has some quiet vantage point that lets him keep a constant eye on the passageway... but, that would mean he's probably a little bit paranoid, wouldn't it?

either way, he's there without a sound, but only approaches a few steps before stopping. and he doesn't go out of his way to announce himself beyond that. he only waits, without much of anything behind it.]