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!]

Comments

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?

[therewerefifty]

[Makie breaks into a startled smile when she sees Leia, which is no less genuine. A familiar face is a relief with all the shifting around.]

Thank you. And...yes. I think. I was just looking around, and I know this is the bathroom area, but... [She peers back up at the shower heads.]

I don't recognise anything here.

[Which doesn't surprise her. She knows by now she's far behind the times in comparison with most.]

[imahologram]

That's all right. Not everyone has the same refreshers.

[That she calls it a "bathroom" in the first place is proof.]

The toilets are through there--and the sinks. [A vague gesture in each direction.] These are the showers. If you turn the handle...

[She does so, and a spray of water comes out.] It turns it on, and then it affects the temperature.

[therewerefifty]

[She gives a minute flinch as the water sprays out, not expecting that at all. But after a moment, Makie lifts a hand to run it under the water gingerly.]

You stand underneath...? [Huh.]

Bathing seems to be more complicated these days. [But she sounds more amused than anything else. Complicated is probably better.]

[imahologram]

Exactly.

[Leia turns the water off again. No point wasting the water.]

It's a little more complicated than a bath, but it's quicker. We only get thirty minutes of hot water each hour, so you'll want to time your showers carefully. I usually take them later at night, so I don't leave everyone else without.

[All that hair, you know.]

[therewerefifty]

[A bath she's more familiar with the concept, at least, even if it didn't look like this. And oh wait, she didn't quite catch on with the comment about temperature, but she glances sharply back to the showers again.]

The water can be hot? [From the tone you might have just handed her the holy grail. That's amazing. She almost asks how and then decides she wouldn't understand the answer anyway.

And--ah. Leia's probably in here for a reason.] I'm sorry. I didn't mean to delay you.

[imahologram]

Yes. [Leia grins. She might come from a world where hot water is often easily available, but she's spent enough time in battles, on ships, and on backwater planets to know what a luxury a hot shower can be.] It's worth it to make sure you shower at a different time from everyone else.

Oh, it's no problem. I can always take one later. [She'll be in there a good twenty minutes if she takes one now, and that won't leave much time for Makie.] If you want to take a shower, you can go ahead.

[therewerefifty]

I wouldn't dream of denying you such a luxury. [Or delaying it. Her smile holds a ghost of humour.] I shall go and investigate the kitchen instead.

[She hesitates. Then:] Perhaps you'd like to join me for tea when you're done?

Re: Makie - 18/1 onwards

[tothefly]

[B, kitchen]

[She comes across their newest crewmate on her way to get something resembling lunch. As close as they get with their galley, anyway, and the assortment of Atroma-approved dispensable foodstuffs it holds. The tall, thin woman is standing in front of the drink dispenser, staring intently, as Natasha comes up on her right, about half a foot shorter and dressed in the standard navy jumpsuit.]

Having some trouble? It's not broken, is it?

[That's really all they'd need.]

[therewerefifty]

[Makie is still dressed in her kimono. It's warm and about the only thing that doesn't feel out of place in this ship. She glances at Natasha with a perplexed look and shakes her head, gesturing at the drink dispenser.]

I don't think it's broken. It's just... unfamiliar. I'm used to boiling water.

[tothefly]

[Natasha takes in the kimono with a glance, the faintly lost look on her face she's come to associate with those from time periods unfamiliar with anything as complex as a microwave. That's fair. With one hand, she points to several of the buttons on the front of the beverage dispenser, taking her time and showing the new woman as she makes herself a cup of faux tea.]

You'll pick it up fast. Hit this one for hot, the one next to it for cold. Here are your flavor options, they're all labeled. Put your cup here, and press this button until it's full.

[When the tea, or whatever this approximate is, is finished, she offers it to Makie with a polite smile.]

[therewerefifty]

[Makie looks faintly bewildered by the button pushing, though she follows it easily enough. It's not until the cup is steaming and in Natasha's hands that comprehension really dawns, along with surprise.]

That fast...? [She takes the mug, if only so she can investigate its contents. It's certainly hot enough.] Everything is so different. [And then with a hint of amusement:] What do you do with all your free time?

...thank you.

[tothefly]

That fast. Definitely not as good as an actual cup of brewed tea, but it's something.

[Her smile twists just a little at Makie's question, wry.]

It's definitelly difficult to fill all those hours. Personally, I've taken up knitting.

Actually, you'd be surprised to see just how busy you can get here if you don't just settle in and accept the circumstances we're placed in. Or even if you decide to play Atroma's games instead.

What's your name?

[therewerefifty]

Otono-Tachibana Makie. [She blows gently on the hot liquid, then smiles a little.] Just Makie is fine.

I'm not sure what I will do. I think I shall need to grow used to these circumstances and this... technology, first. [And not being deathly ill would also be a start.] Which do you choose?

[Acceptance or rebellion?]

[tothefly]

Makie, then. I'm Natasha.

The implant they gave you on arrival will help a little with the basic functions of most things. How to work your comm, whatever your assigned station is on the ship. The knowledge is there in your head, if you look for it. Better not to ask how, you probably don't actually want the answer to that.

[As for her choice...]

Adaptation. I'd be stupid to ignore the resources Atroma hands us, but I'm not going to settle for being captain of a small cargo ship for the rest of my life. However long that ends up being here.

[therewerefifty]

[She'd already realised some things were out of place, but at Natasha's words her fingers reach up to touch, feather light, at the base of her skull.

She won't ask. She's seen enough bizarre she knows not to ask.]

That sounds like the wisest choice. I'm... [Hmm.] I'm not sure what role I'm meant to have. 'Tactical' seems out of place on a quiet ship.

C

[mistyday]

[Even without the coughing serving as an alert to Makie's condition, Misty can feel the sickness, almost as soon as their new crewmate arrives. So, not long after, she does what she does best: she comes to heal the sick, showing up at Makie's door with a container of what looks like some sort of poultice and knocking gently.]

[therewerefifty]

[Makie wasn't sleeping. She just sort of... lay down and didn't get up again. It's peaceful and she's exhausted and the bed is something she's not used to and very welcome. The knock is surprising, at first; she's so used to being left to herself. But then it's probably one of the crew come to introduce themselves. Or Leia.]

...just a moment.

[She shifts upright from the thin bunk and opens the door, smiling a little when she sees Misty on the other side.]

Hello?

[Makie's not very good at social, but she does look genuinely happy to see her there. There's a lot of women on board. She appreciates that.]

[mistyday]

[Misty gives Makie a soft smile. She's got a gentle Louisiana twang when she speaks.]

Hi. I made you something. [She holds up the container full of grayish goop.] For your cough. I know it don't look all that appealin', but I promise, it'll make you feel better.

[therewerefifty]

[That is the most unappealing medicine she's ever seen, but it won't stop her from holding out a hand for it, her expression softening into surprised gratitude.]

Thank you. I hope I wasn't disturbing you, miss...?

[mistyday]

Misty. I'm one of your crew now.

[She hands Makie the container.]

And no you weren't bothering me none. I just got a... sixth sense for these things.

[therewerefifty]

Makie. It's a pleasure to meet you... Misty. [What an interesting name. She likes it.

She holds up the container to look at the goop more closely.] Do I drink this, or... apply it? [It's hard to tell.]

[mistyday]

Oh, you just got to rub it on your chest, right here. [She demonstrates by rubbing her own breastbone.] It's not a cure, but it'll help you breathe easier, 'specially at night when you're tryin' to sleep.

[therewerefifty]

I see. Just a little at a time, right? [She smiles, placing the container delicately on the stand inside the door.]

It is appreciated. I had another doctor helping me for a time, but he didn't have access to such things.

[She assumes Misty's a doctor. There are no women doctors in her own time, but Makie has seen enough past that to assume it's entirely possible in the future.]