We're Riding Solo

[digthefuzz]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The Huntress!
When: From now-ish until later-ish?! Go nuts!

[Time to get away from the icy ravages of the planet? Or see what happens when the Huntress tries to make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs? All your threading needs are here!]

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omfg i'm so sorry people on the huntress..

[falconing]

[ han solo is your new pilot, ladies and gentlemen, and after much coaxing from luke, he's finally checking the ship out. it's always going to be disappointing in favor of his beloved falcon, but once he sits in the chair and spins it neatly, setting it up exactly how he likes it, fiddling with the controls...

revving the engine...

you may even stumble across han attempting to pry a panel off in order to look at the innards to see if this thing can be coaxed into going faster. ]

[steeledskin]

[ captain solo, you have an audience.

a dark-haired (dyed!) young woman stands just outside the doorway to the bridge. her hands are clasped solemnly in front. she doesn't say a word -- but might, now and then, be seen from the corner of his eye. she isn't brave, but she is curious. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ A new face. At least an adult. They are easier by far than the children, less tragic to endure as fellow victims of this kidnapping.

But, also, more concerning. Marhi watches him pry at the panel, ears flicked back with concern and tail just slightly bristling, and speaks up after only a moment. ]

I pray you know what you do, for I would not like to end today by choking in the void.

[fishwife]

[Undyne has no real concept of personal space. She sees someone with his head shoved into a panel, so of course she leans in to glimpse what's so interesting.]

Did you drop something in there, human?

[princessia]

[ late backdated to before she transfers tag WOOO I'VE BEEN MEANING TO TAG THIS I'M SORRY ;;

She hadn't any plans on conversing much with any of the newcomers, until she hears a concerning sound in the bridge, which leads her to think there's something wrong with the ship. While she intends on transferring soon, the Huntress holds a lot of memories for her.

Elize steps through the doorway, clinging her stuffed animal to her chest. She raises an eye ridge seeing the stranger prying off one of the panels. She frowns. ]

...What are you doing?

[digthefuzz]

[Soon after Kurt finds out that he's the new captain, the furry German teen tries to make an announcement to the rest of the ship. He's still recovering from a cold, so he may sound a little sniffley on top of his normal awkwardness.]

Hey everyone. This is your Kurt speaking. ...I mean, your captain! But I'm still your Kurt, too. I mean a Kurt. Or... just Kurt.

...

Anyway! I don't know what to do now, but I decided we should start having a suggestion jar! Just leave your suggestions in the jar and I'll see what I can do about them, yeah? ...And until I can find a jar to buy that's not made out of salt, why don't we just use that table over there?

[Beyond that, he can be found chilling around the ship, especially in the kitchen, and working his way through a box of tissues.]

[ voice ]

[steeledskin]

[ she doesn't search him out in person because (let's be honest) she's a little terrified that he should be in 'power'. he'd not seemed like a terribly leader-like individual. ]

-- Why are you taking suggestions, Captain?

[ she's suspicious of democracy. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ She's coming into the kitchen to... Dump a bag of raw meat on the nearest counter. From a bag that could not possibly contain the amount of meat she is pulling out. ]

I see you have become the captain. Congratulations.

[avaricious]

I wouldn't be so quick on that count.

[Greed doesn't take long to find the blue whatshisname that is going about calling him captain. It's almost endearingly naive - but Greed isn't one to fall for sentimentality. Unlike the only somewhat helpful Ling on the planet, Greed is like someone else entirely. That's because he is.]

The ship seems to think I'm captain.

[voice]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[For a captain this man sounds rather insecure and Robb pulls a worried face at his black box.]

My name is Robb Stark, I am in charge of security at your vessel, ser. [And a suggestion jar? Gods be good, what kind of system is that? Robb narrows his eyes and shakes his head.] What are your orders for today? Do you want me to guard your chambers? [A pause.]

I will not put parchments into a jar. That is folly, ser.

[fishwife]

[Undyne bursts into the kitchen with all the dramatics one would expect from a fellow member of the Blue Man Group.]

I heard a sniffle.

[She brandishes a pot in one hand and a ladle in the other.]

It's time. Time to get BETTER! Time to beat that cold out of you with HOMEMADE COOKIN'! Fuhuhuhu!!

[falconing]

[ han solo puts one [1] note in the suggestion jar.

faster engines. ]

[princessia]

[ Usually Elize makes an effort to work past her shyness by checking on her crewmates or introducing herself to any new ones on board. With Cullen gone, she's a twelve-year-old child without her adoptive father and now the longest lasting member of the Huntress. She has watched far too many people leave during her stay and the person that she saw as her family may have been the last straw to break her spirit.

She spends most of her time in her personnel room, almost as usual, except she's far quieter these days and the door isn't kept wide open to welcome visitors like it used to be. Not even the sound of her drawing on her papers. She can be found either sitting or lying down in silence while holding her strange doll on the couch. Or sometimes the only sound you might even hear is her faint sobbing.

The only time she can be seen outside of her rooms is when she leaves to fetch herself something to eat or drink in the kitchen and makes her way back through the hallways. Even then, she tries to make her trip as brief as possible. The most attention she'll give is spare you a glance with tired, red eyes, then continue on her way down the hall. ]

[avaricious]

[There were a lot of people who might have heard Elize sobbing and provided her a comforting few words or a shoulder to cry on.

Greed was not one of those people. In his exploration of the ship, he could not help but overhear her, resulting in him standing inside her door - uninvited.]

Tch. Some whiny brat gets this whole space?

[notkittenaround]

[ Marhi is in the kitchen, sorting her hefty pile of meats, when she sees Elize enter. ]

Are you--

[ "Are you well?" is a foolish question, obviously disproved by her face, and both her ears and tail droop at the despair. ]

If you need aught of me, let me know.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole appears when he's heard the news.

He lets himself in and sits down next to her, hand smoothing her hair back.]

Crowley and I have asked to have another bunk space, so you can live with Jove, if you want. or you can just have my bed, I don't use it, or you could sleep with Jove, I think she'd like that.

A THOUSAND YEARS LATE

[dawnwillcome]

[She comes immediately, of course. The moment she knows Cullen has gone, Jove puts all of her feelings about it aside, gets into a shuttle, and goes immediately to find Elize.

She knows what this will do to the girl, what it's going to do to her when she lets herself feel it, and at least Elize should not be alone and dealing with this development. She finds her in her room curled on the couch and initially thinks she's sleeping, but Jove enters anyway and sits beside her, rests her hand gently on the center of her back. If she's sleeping, Jove will let her sleep, content to sit there and rub her back until she wakes.]

[notkittenaround]

[Marhi can be found doing more than one thing; she is a busy woman, unused to standing still and doing nothing.

She stands at her own station, double checking the first aid kit and sorting it to her liking. There is never too much care taken in such matters of health, and she wants to know it by heart rather than fumble blindly in an emergency.

Or she can be found dumping fresh meat in the galley near the microwave. Oddly enough, she reaches into the small bag she carries, and pulls out a chunk larger than the bag itself. And then comes the difficult task: How, precisely, does this microwave machine work? ]

[avaricious]

Well, well. Looks like someone's been hunting. Is that for the whole crew?

[He might be the deeper voiced Homunculus just now, but he's still burdened with Ling's voracious appetite. Somehow he just knew to come when there was meat on the menu.]

[avaricious]

On the Huntress can be found one of the less-recent new passengers, but one that hasn't actually spent all that much time on the ship since he was assigned there. Except he's here now since he's had his fill of letting the prince run around on the ice planet. Greed is prowling the ship seeming almost restless given that his duties of tactical support don't provide him with all that much to do. Plus he seems less than thrilled at a recent announcement about the new captaincy.

Though eventually he discovers that his presence means there are all sorts of hidden compartments all around the ship. It's the ideal sort of arrangement for smuggling, if only he had something to smuggle. But for now, he can be found around the ship opening obscure places in the ship to find hidden compartments that presently have nothing inside.

[action]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[This weapon is no sword but he knows it works. It feels familiar in his hands and he is not entirely sure why that is. He is quiet when he enters this ship, looking around curiously. The clothes they have given him are comfortable but the fabric feels strange on his skin and he cannot stop scratching his arms.

After finding his bunk and placing his very few belongings on top of the bed he starts to wander around.]

This is a lot smaller than the other ship. [He has his back pressed against a wall, hands folded behind his back. Would one of my siblings be here? No, he remembers that has been a ship called after a fish.] Where can I find the weaponry?

[action]

[avaricious]

[Greed is not as new a passenger on the Huntress, though he hasn't actually spent all that much time on it... until now. All the cheering for a new passenger tends to have that effect. So upon spotting the wandering Robb, he makes himself known. He speaks in a deeper voice that doesn't seem to match his younger features.]

That depends on why you're asking. Are you the new security grunt?

[notkittenaround]

[ Marhi always takes note of the passengers - though, in truth, she still feels as new as the day she arrived. This place is overly strange.

But she approaches him with natural confidence and a thoughtful look. ]

T'would depend on what you choose to wield. There is little enough in the way of magic, but swords, spears and bows I think you might find on the land beneath.

[action]

[steeledskin]

[ -- she hears his voice like she might have done in a dream. but it's ever-so-slightly deeper, now. and somehow, the content gets lost in her rush from here barren little personnel office down to the bridge.

she stands in silence -- hesitant on the threshold. sansa watches him with pain in her eyes, unable to draw a single word from her throat. she wants to etch the sight of him into her memory so it might last, endure, and sustain her when her kin is inevitably torn away from her once again. ]

[fishwife]

[So, Undyne is the ship cook. So far it's been about 50/50 if things are edible. At least one can say she cooks with enthusiasm. Tonight it's mac n cheese again, and it's really not terrible; there's 'bacon bits' on top of it. Congratulations.

Unfortunately, the beef she made to go with it is........ not that great. It's burned because she got impatient and turned up the heat. Oh well.

When not demolishing the kitchen, she's usually found in the cargo bay making use of the exercise equipment. Because the included weights aren't enough, she's improvised by lashing small boulders to each end of the barbell.]

[notkittenaround]

[ Oh, praise the Twelve, it's someone who can cook.

Well, far better than Marhi herself, who has previously done the marvellous act of dumping raw meat on the counters, and into the freezer, and microwaving some for a snack after her hunting.

At least the microwave has become known as Definitely Not A Bomb For Once. ]

I see we have become shipmates.