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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[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. ]

[ voice ]

[digthefuzz]

[It was awkward once he realized they were actually on the same ship. also I'm still trying to think of the bestworst song to use for the other thread.

And of course now he's awkwardly contacted via a voice message. he raises an eyebrow uncertainly, befuddled by the question for a moment before he responds.]

Why not? I mean... A captain's got to look after the needs of the crew, you know? And we should all have a voice around here. It makes sense, right?

[ voice ]

[steeledskin]

But you are our leader. [ besides... ] What if our voices are not schooled enough? You should not have to take our counsel.

[ our voices might be wrong. ]

[ voice ]

[digthefuzz]

Well, what if my voice isn't schooled enough? How do you like those apples?

[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.

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt's eyes widen at all the raw meat, and he tries to speak while giving his dumbfounded stare.]

Th-thanks.

And... I'm guessing we'll never go hungry again?

[notkittenaround]

That is my intention, though I do not know how much we might store here. If there is room enough for more, I will make certain we do not suffer overlong on that... 'protein.'

[digthefuzz]

Yeah, I guess we'll have to figure out how much space we have... [But now his shock dies down and is replaced by excitement. It probably also helps that he's not looking directly at the meat.]

Man, I really appreciate this! And my stomach will want to thank you personally!

[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.

[digthefuzz]

[He blinks in confusion as he sees the familiar face acting very... unfamiliar.]

Um... I don't get it. [Kurt shrugs.] What makes you think the ship thinks... that?

[avaricious]

Because it does. [Greed casually inclines to the control panel next to him and has it pulled up on the big screen.

Yes. It displays two captains now. Annoying Kurt shows above Greed's name, but that's irrelevant.] In which case, you're welcome to resign.

[digthefuzz]

What?! No way! [He steps back nervously.] H-hey, I'm not resigning from anything!

[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.

[voice]

[digthefuzz]

Um... Hey, Mr. Stark. Hey! [Another Stark? Man, that Stark Industries guy must really be churing them out.]

Nice to meet you! Um... I don't think I have any orders in mind right now. Just, you know. Do what feels best, man!

And hey, no biggie! You don't have to do the suggestion jar if you don't want to.

[voice]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb Stark, captain. [Robb corrects him politely before cocking his head a little.]

You are giving me free reign? You barely know of me. [Not that he truly minds. But it is an awful lot of trust the other puts into a stranger.]

I do not understand why suggestions need to be put inside a jar. [And, gods be good, why is this man blue?]

[voice]

[digthefuzz]

Alright. Robb Stark! You can just call me Kurt, you know. [Kurt smiles and shrugs.]

Well, it's not like I have a list of orders on hand. And most of us don't know each other that well anyway! But it's cool.

It's just a nice idea, you know? You have to put suggestions somewhere! [omg Robb you can't just ask why he's blue.]

[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!!

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt looks utterly horrified as one of the newer additions to the group storms in, and he steps back.]

What? What is going on?! I- I'm fine, really! [It feels like he's the one who will be cooked...]

[fishwife]

[She slams the pot onto the stove hard enough to make it clang painfully. She seems to be grabbing random things from the cupboards and throwing them in.]

Are. You. Ready. For. CHICKEN! NOODLE! SOUUUUUUUUUP!?

[digthefuzz]

[UNSURE.JPG. HUDDLES OVER IN CORNER.]

Why don't we... see if there's any space takeout...

[He stares as random things are being tossed into the pot.]

But where's the noodles... and the chicken?

[falconing]

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

faster engines. ]

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt didn't see who left it there, but he does try reading the note aloud.]

'Faster engines'? We're already flying in space... how much better can it get?

[falconing]

Hyperdrive.

[ from his corner of the huntress, in the pilot's chair. ]

[digthefuzz]

[Hyperrive. Kurt looks right at that corner with a completely dumbfounded look.

That word... that voice... that person.]

Are you real? [He blurts out in disbelief.]