Windrose, where the wind blows

[tothefly]

Who: Windrose crew and you, distinguished visitors!
Broadcast: Naaah.
Action: Windrose, various points in the near vicinity
When: Until we get off this frozen rock

[On New Year's Day, the crew on board the Windrose and those nearby may notice the chill as the doors to the cargo bay are left open, and their captain making quite a bit of noise as she inspects their newly expanded home away from home. This is likely to go on for a while. Feel free to come investigate, chat among yourselves, complain about the cold, etc!]

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Natasha, OTA

[tothefly]

[This planet has mostly been a contemplative stop for Natasha, but then this time of year always is. Most of the time she's spent in the assorted cafés and lodges of the local establishments, usually curled up near a fire with a book or a ball of bright red yarn and some knitting needles. A couple people may or may not have found a knitted scarf with their things in Christmas morning, others may have found small bottles of vodka, or the planet equivalent. But this morning, there are no needles in sight; just an open cargo bay door, inviting in visitors, and the occasional loud bang coming from inside as a panel is pried off or slammed back in place. Feel free to find Nat in a variety of places; on the bridge, in the corridor, fussing with a wall in the cargo bay proper.]

[touchofrogue]

[Sporting a newly knit green scarf, because everything seems to be cold lately, Rogue comes bearing gifts. Salted gifts, but hey. That's what we've got right now, eh?

Natasha's not hard to find, so Rogue leans on the door frame where she's making all the noise.]

Knock, knock.

cargo bay

[reconstitution]

[ He's hesitant to even come onto the Windrose in the first place, but he feels like he should thank Natasha for her Christmas gift. Which he currently has wound around his neck to fend off the chill. Not that he can't ignore its bite, because shut up, he can. He just doesn't feel like ignoring it when his neck can be warm since he has the option..

Winter is relieved, though, to find that he doesn't have to do much more but step inside the ship to find her mucking about with a wall panel. He stops a far enough distance away so she won't be startled (as if she could ever allow someone to startle her) and clears his throat. ]

Permission to come aboard?

[unbearablynaive]

[While he's been spending most of his time on the planet, the Vision does return once a day to drop off any souvenirs he's purchased, check up on the engines (it is his job after all), and do an overall walkthrough of the ship to ensure he doesn't miss anything that's going on.

Messing with the walls definitely counts as something going on, so as soon as he's done feeding his fish he heads over.]

Investigating?

years later....

[kotatsu]

[ nanako's never been on the windrose before, but she came along when he stopped by to drop off the new year goodies. while he talks to the crew, nanako decides to do some exploring of her own and is obviously distracted by the loud noise coming from the cargo bay.

cautiously, she peeks her head in. hope nat doesn't mind a small visitor! ]

souji seta; in the kitchen; come at me bros

[truthvalue]

[For the crew of the Windrose, Souji brings over a selection of traditional Japanese New Year's foods, or at least his best approximation, given the ingredients he has to work with, between what's available on his own ship and what he's been able to gather on the planet. He's a skilled cook even without the augment, so everything should be fairly tasty. He'll hang around for a while to be social, answer questions about the food, and keep an eye on Nanako.]

[tothefly]

[The sight of actual food on the kitchen table is enough to bring Natasha in past the doorway, greeting Souji with a fleeting smile.]

Anything in here from our haul the other day?

Wanda l OTA

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[It wasn't the first time Nat had invited Wanda over to the Windrose to chat. Yet, something about her text and how vague it was that had Wanda a little curious. Well, more vague than even her usual texts were... spies and all that. Wanda will be wandering through the Windrose, trying to locate Natasha. However, that certainly doesn't mean that she won't stop and chat with anyone else that engages her.]

[truthvalue]

[When she eventually makes her way into the kitchen, she'll find Souji there, along with an array of food he's made for the Windrose's crew. He smiles when he sees her, his whole face lighting up.]

Hi, Wanda.

[unbearablynaive]

[Oh, now there's a pleasant surprise. The Vision is just coming back from a shopping trip (one can never, apparently, have too much salt) and beams a smile at the familiar figure in the kitchen.]

Wanda. It's good to see you.

Wrath | OTA

[pain_train]

[As soon as she gets wind that the captain is even doing something inspection like, Wrath immediately heads to the armory and goes into overdrive making sure everything is in its proper place and perfectly detailed.

She's also doing regular training sessions with Officer Snuggles, the Windrose's newest crewmember--a fox! He follows her around quite a bit, but he'll be happy to accompany any crew member to see what they'd doing--especially if he gets play and treats out of it.

Other than that, she's spending as much time outside as possible, enjoying being on a planet where she can see the sky. She does a lot of sketching when she's inside, huddled under a pile of blankets. Sit next to her so she can put her cold feet on you. But she'll share her hot chocolate!]

Armory, also Officer Snuggles

[tothefly]

[Natasha's pleased that the armory's already shipshape when she gets there. Not a spot of dust, just the now-familiar lingering scent of ozone and engine oil. Looking it over, she gives Wrath a nod and a fleeting smile.]

Looks good in here. Ship expansion give us extra storage, or did you just manage to rearrange the laws of physics with the Officer's help?

[unbearablynaive]

[The Vision comes upon Wrath as she's sketching, and the young fox yips and runs over to greet him, tail wagging.]

Hello there, Officer Snuggles, Wrath. How is your art coming along?

Castle | OTA

[thebestseller]

A.

[That morning, Castle had woken up just a tad hung over. By his reckoning, it WAS the New Year, after all- and since he was alone, that meant getting drunk. He'd crashed in his hotel room, woken up with a splitting headache, and stumbled back to the Windrose, holding his head and not taking his sunglasses off even inside the ship.]

B.

[Later, when he finally felt better, Castle could be found puttering after his cleaning droids as usual. They were especially busy near the cargo bay door, sweeping up melted snow and other debris people were tracking in.]

Cameron, I think you're working yourself too hard.

B

[tothefly]

[While she's checking out the door security panel:]

You should really give them nametags. I don't want to offend our future robot overlords by getting their names wrong.

[unbearablynaive]

[Oh dear. People usually remember to take off their sunglasses when they enter the ship for fear of tripping on things or--in this place--whacking their heads on the ceilings. Expansion to the ship aside, it's still potentially dangerous to the taller crew members.]

Ah, do be careful--!

Beverly "Why-Are-You-Always-On-This-Ship" Crusher

[dancingmd]

[Hello, Windrose, guess who's come for a visit? You'll probably bump into the good doctor in any of the common areas of the ship at some point. She's still a little more distant than usual, but her mood is more subdued, less agitated and she's grown tired of the planet while still feeling the need to wander. So here she is to see what her friends are up to.]

Because we love you, Doc

[tothefly]

[Natasha had been hoping Bev would stop by. Seeing the other woman was on her list today, and she calls out from a little cubby in the main hall, where she's surrounded by several open first aid kits. It's what counts for an infirmary on the ship, anyway.]

Hey. Looking for me, or here to visit Wrath?

[unbearablynaive]

[Well, now, that's a pleasant surprise. The Vision isn't exactly social, but Beverly is around enough that he at least recognizes her.]

Ah, Dr. Crusher. It's good to see you. I trust you are well?

leia | ota

[imahologram]

[one]

[Leia's transported onto the Windrose in a shower of confetti and music, and something that smells sweet but looks like more of the Fleet's usual mush. The entire welcome experience is a little bizarre and undignified to her, and it ends with her picking bits of coloured paper out of her hair.]

This is ridiculous.

[two]

[It might be ridiculous, but it's also home...at least for the moment. Leia starts by exploring--bunk, bridge, bathroom, and everything in between--and by stopping to chat with anyone she comes across.]

I understand we're shipmates. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Quarters are too cramped to be anything but politic, at least to start.]

two.

[truthvalue]

Ah, no ... I'm sorry, I'm actually just visiting.

[He gives her a polite smile anyway.]

My name's Souji Seta. I'm the cook on the Three Twins.

[He rubs the back of his neck, briefly.]

It is nice to meet you, though.

1

[tothefly]

[Natasha's keeping better track of the days since they'd finally left the Marsiva. And according to her calendar...yep, there's the fanfare, right on time. At least with this one, she's learned to not step all the way onto the bridge. Easier to avoid the confetti that way. So, there's a redhead standing in the doorway, one hand on the frame when Leia finally looks up.]

I agree.

two

[unbearablynaive]

[Although he's spent as much time as possible on the planet, the Shuffle makes him curious if they've gained anyone new, especially since they have the capacity to do so now. So it's not terrible long after her arrival that he sees the new arrival in the halls, and he braces himself for the usual reaction to a tall, maroon-skinned man with a glowy jewel in his forehead.]

Ah, welcome to the Windrose. Are you a new crew member?

Misty Day | 1/10 and onwards

[mistyday]

[a. Arrival on the Bridge!]

[Hello, Windrose, it's time for another obnoxious jingle and colorful shower of confetti. For her part, Misty rather seems to enjoy it, twirling amidst the falling bits of paper (with most of it getting trapped in her voluminous golden hair) and grinning. Then she sees the dessert, perched enticingly on top of one of the navigation consoles. Shrugging, she takes the chocolate "pudding" and eats while she tries to take in everything, her eyes wide with wonder.]

[b. Hydroponics!]

[If you missed your new crew mate on the bridge, it won't be long before she finds her way to Vision's garden set-up. It's not home, but it'll do in a pinch.

Oh yeah, and she's definitely singing to the plants and the fish as she watches them intently. Those of you from Earth might recognize the song, if they know Fleetwood Mac.]

[imahologram]

[Leia's on the bridge at the time, trying to get more familiar with her communications console, and she doesn't quite get out of the way in time. GREAT, MORE CONFETTI IN HER BRAIDS.

But that's not this woman's fault, even if she's loopy enough to want to spin around in the cloud of paper, and Leia's polite enough in offering a hand as she comes over to her.]

You must be our new crew member. Welcome.

Makie - 18/1 onwards

[therewerefifty]

[A - arrival on the bridge]

[One moment she's just chilling on the Marsiva and now this. Makie stands there like a deer in headlights, blinking at the confetti raining down around her, one hand clutched around the neck of her shamisen and the other up to shield her face from flying bits of coloured paper. What the hell.]

[B - technology, how does it work]

[She's not very sociable, so apart from her greeting on the bridge, Makie mostly keeps to herself, unsure what she's even meant to do. But there's a problem with coming from 1782 and then spending a year in a ruined wasteland. She can be found staring blankly at any number of things. The showers, for one. The kitchen. She just wants some tea. Help. Please help.]

[C - her quarters]

[And it will plainly be obvious that she's not well. She'll be upfront with anyone who asks that she has a sickness of the lungs, because being in close quarters with so many people means she's taking precautions. But if you don't find out some other way, the violent coughing attacks coming from her room might do it. They're not often; the place is thankfully free of dust and she's healthier than she was before she arrived.

Or, on a less discordant note, she could just be playing her shamisen instead. She does that even less often, given she doesn't want to disturb people, but there's little else to do.]

b.

[imahologram]

[Leia missed Makie's arrival aboard the Windrose, but she recognizes her from their brief conversation over the network. The woman is taller than she'd expected (but isn't everyone?) and looking around the refresher like it's entirely new territory for her.

And maybe it is. Leia clears her throat as she comes up next to her.]

Welcome to the ship. We were lucky to get you.

[She's also here for a shower, as evidenced by the way her thick hair has been freed from the day's elaborate style and is now falling down her back.]

Having a little trouble?