driftfleet | We're Riding Solo

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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[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? ]

[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?

[ 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.

[ 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.

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.

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.

[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?

[ Hearing the unfamiliar voice, she flinches slightly. She slowly turns over to look at Greed, acknowledging his presence. New crewmate? Probably. She doesn't care much right now and she doesn't feel like talking. Even the "whiny brat" comment doesn't rile her up.

She flips on her side again, to face the back of the couch.

He can stand there all he likes as long as he doesn't touch anything. ]

[It's like that, huh? Well, that's fine. He lets himself in and has a look around.]

It's not exactly what I'd call posh, but I could get used to something like this.

[He strolls over to the desk and sits himself in the chair, then leans back so he can prop up his feet on the desk.]

[ 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.

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.]

Of course I know what I'm doing, I'm an --

[ there's the odd spark, but han has successfully removed the panel to peer inside. still alive. ]

-- expert.

Naturally. No matter my appetite, I could not devour this much.

[ Her ears flick back to listen, but she does not turn her head; Instead, she tosses some sauce bottles onto the counter, frowning as a little raw meat blood drips down. ]

Bring me a towel. I will need something greater than what is already here.

How fortunate for us all.

[ She leans slightly over his shoulder to examine what's beneath, though at a warier distance. ]

[For a moment he glares daggers because he doesn't take lightly to being ordered around. He is after all recently liberated from his Father's commands.

... but she did just ask him to get a towel. So he somehow manages to compose himself into acting like the two hundred year old adult he sort of is and fetches a towel. He holds it out for her, but shows no willingness to assist outside that.]

That's some bag you're carrying there. You brought all of this with just that?

[ She reaches to take the towel, and throws it to the floor so she can mop it with her feet. ]

Thank you.

[ Before resuming her careful organization. She doesn't question that he would obey her; a mix of respect on her own world for her deeds, and her youth in her matriarchal kind, makes it as natural as breathing.

And now her concern turns to the cooking. ]

Indeed, for carrying it in my arms would have been a burden, and attract more beasts. Do you know how to use this machine?

[ bravery is overrated, anyway.

han tugs the panel up a bit to peer inside, huffing a frustrated sigh to himself before sinking into his chair, scowling. ]

Worthless -- junk, this is all junk.

[Greed has the benefit of coming from a world with some rudimentary technology, but that's far away from anything with microwaves. He peers at the box for a few moments, then at the various buttons numbered on the side. Well, that seemed straightforward enough.]

You tried pressing these yet?

In truth, whenever I have seen a machine with such numbers, it mostly turned out to be a bomb.

[ She almost misses the days when her time was filled with the simplicity of dodging explosions. ]

Is that right? [He takes a step back and gestures.] Ladies first.

We're Riding Solo

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

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