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

[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.