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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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.

[mistyday]

[Oh! Misty sets the bowl down on the nearest surface, takes the spoon out of her mouth, and gives Leia a big old smile. This woman... why, her aura's just full of light and good vibes. Misty immediately feels she can trust her. Switching the spoon to her other hand, she takes Leia's hand, giving it a surprisingly firm shake for such an airy looking woman.]

I'm Misty. Pleased to meet you!

[imahologram]

I'm Leia. It's a pleasure.

[She doesn't get anything in particular from the woman's aura or vibes, but Misty does has a pleasant enough smile--and handshake.]

What will you be doing on the Windrose?

[mistyday]

Maintenance, or so this thing in my head says. Not sure why... I'm not exactly what you'd call a tech expert. I'm better with living things, plants and trees and animals and what have you. Guess there's not much of that in space though, is there?

[imahologram]

Not in space itself. [As she speaks, she picks out a bit of paper that's tickling at her ear. The others can wait until she's somewhere private.] But we could make space for a plant or two on the ship.

[mistyday]

Really? That would be awful nice. Ain't right to be separated from nature all the time, you know? Besides, I know how to make lots of useful stuff from plants.

[imahologram]

Really? [That catches Leia's attention, lots of useful stuff. She privately agrees that space gets a little barren, but she's gotten used to it over the years.] What kinds of things can you make?

[mistyday]

Mostly food and medicine - you know, like ointments and teas and stuff. But there's all sorts of other things we could do: make dye and string and oil and soap... I can even make a potion that will make the other plants grow faster.

[Potions for other things too but probably best not announce that just yet.]

[imahologram]

[Leia's expression brightens.]

We could use your skills. No one aboard has a medical augment, so the supplies are...limited. Even basic medicine would be an improvement.

[mistyday]

Well, I'd be happy to help! I know loads more about healin' than mechanics anyway.

[Pause.]

Not that I won't do my part, you see. I want this to be the best new home it can be. It's already got a lot better vibes than the place I come from.

[imahologram]

It must have been a pretty ugly place.

[Sure, the Fleet ranks higher than Jabba's Palace for Leia, but she can't think of many other places in the galaxy that are less desirable than "trapped on ships in an unrecognizable stretch of space."]

[mistyday]

[Her face falls.]

It... there was no place for me there.

[Lord knows Cordelia tried to make one for her, but Misty's had enough time to think on the Marsiva to know she should have never agreed to stay with that Coven.]

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[tothefly]

[Natasha makes a point of being on the bridge when the new arrivals arrive, but the timing isn't always right. This time, arrival happens when she's off-ship. It isn't until she lands the shuttle and climbs out into the cargo bay proper that she sees the blonde singing in their makeshift garden. May as well introduce herself. Making her way over, Natasha makes sure that for once, her steps make noise.]

You must be a new crewmate. I'm Natasha. Captain and pilot of the Windrose. You are?

[mistyday]

[Misty stops singing and looks up at the sound of Natasha's approach.]

Well you're just all business ain't ya?

[But she smiles anyway.]

My name's Misty Day.

[tothefly]

[Natasha does at least smile in return, along with the offer of a faint shrug.]

Better to get the business out of the way early, isn't it? I mean, I could be wrong. Reality TV doesn't exactly do much for etiquette.

[mistyday]

Guess so. [She shrugs.] I never really watched much tv, at home.

[tothefly]

Spend much time gardening? You seem pretty at home with Vision's project, here.

[She motions towards the beginnings of their little Windrose hydroponics bay.]

[mistyday]

Yeah! This is real neat, how this is set up, kind of like a tiny little swamp. Leia said y'all could use some help with this stuff.

[tothefly]

I'm sure he wouldn't say no, and I'm on board with having things to eat that didn't come from a tube. Everyone wins.

You coming to us from a swamp?

[mistyday]

Yeah, I'm from Louisiana.

[Grin.]

Figured my accent would give it away.

[tothefly]

Well, I try not to assume. Must be quite a switch for you, though, going from the bayou to this? How are you taking it?

[mistyday]

Oh this is all weird as hell but I guess my life never has been exactly what you'd call normal.

[tothefly]

Normal's not exactly the standard around here for any of us. Just ask Vision.

[You know, the super-tall red robot man. She smiles, a little wry.]

I try to keep things as regular as I can on board the ship here, space TV aside. There's no real duty roster. We all pitch in, take care of what needs to be taken care of. What's your station? They should have told you when you showed up on the Marsiva.

[She could dig through the fleet roster, but isn't this more polite?]

[mistyday]

[Misty dangles her fingers idly in the water, making little ripples on the surface as she speaks.]

I'm supposed to be maintenance. Ain't too sure that was the brightest idea on Atroma's part, but I'll do my best. Castle's already showed me a few things.

Leia also said y'all needed a healer? That's what I really am, whatever the aliens say.