one fish, two fish, red fish, (blue fish)!!

[honorbends]

Who: The passengers of the Blue Fish and visitors!
Action: The Blue Fish!
When: It's a mingle for the month of January, losers!

[ mingle for the month for the blue fish, to meet up with new crew members, hash out stuff. come get free therapy from zuko, who has 100% put up a sign on his door saying 10 credits because allen owes him money. ]

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[save_the_souls]

[Allen raises his eyebrows a little. Yeah Robb, that was...very convincing. But it's not like he knows this boy, so he won't call him on it]

Ah, yes, I'm fine.

[He offers a friendly smile] I take it you're Robb. I'm Allen, I'm the first mate and one of the medics on this ship.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb figures he has not been very convincing and he huffs a little.]

Very well. [The smile around his lips is a little halfhearted.] You must know my name from my brother, not? [He extends an arm and offers his hand.] Robb Stark, I am in charge of the ship's safety here. It is good to meet you.

[save_the_souls]

Mm, he speaks well of you. [Like an admiring little brother. He'll take that hand and give a polite, firm shake] Good to meet you as well. It's been awhile since Blue Fish has had a security officer. [So that's a relief to have]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[I left him to die at Winterfell. Robb is not sure how he is able to muster a smile but, to his own amazement, he does.]

There is no one in charge of security here? [Robb shakes Allen’s hand shortly and lets go again.] Who has been the last one? Has this man... [He assumes it has been a man.] ...left something behind. [A legacy, mayhaps? Rules?]

[save_the_souls]

[he gives a nod] Yes. Our last security officer was Hawke, he was sent home some time ago. [At least, Allen can only hope he is back home.] He was a good fighter, though a bit....eccentric?

[Y e a h, that's the word for it.]

I'm not sure if he left anything. We weren't given a chance to look through the armoury after he left, so some of his personal items might still in there. [Atroma locking them out and all]

Though uh...he was a mage and he liked explosions, so if you find something in there you don't recognise...I'd recommend not touching it.

[A smile!]

Just to be safe!

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Hawke. [That sounds like the name of a warrior and Robb cannot help a bit of a smile. If security has been in the hands of an experienced fighter it might not be a bad idea to reinstate some rules.] That matters not. [Robb sniffs softly. His tears had stopped, yet his nose keeps dripping.]

Show me those items, ser.

[It is a good distraction.]

Explosions? [Now it would not be wise to keep such things on a ship. He would probably get rid of them the moment the ship would land onto one of those planets.] It has to be removed one day.

[Robb answers that smile with one of his own and places a careful hand on the other’s shoulder.]

I believe that I should make safety my priority, not?

[save_the_souls]

[Wow...this kid really is straight to business. Then again considering it was clear he had been crying...Allen can't be that surprised, he'd also leap at the chance of a distraction, if he was in Robb's shoes.]

Ah well, I suppose that's true. [You being safety dude and all] I admit I haven't been in there yet- Atroma sealed off access since Hawke left. [Weird things about augment and the ships] So I can't say for sure if there is something in there or not- just, there's a chance.

[But he shrug and smile at him]

But I'll show you where it is, follow me.

[And with that, he'll turn and start to head down the corridor that the armory is located]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Distraction is a very important thing in this. He does not like it to be caught blubbering in a corner.]

What? [Well, that surprises him a little.] Why would these lackwits not allow me access to the tools needed to defend this ship? [This Hawke must’ve made quite a mess of it all.] Where must I get weapons then? Or must we punch our way out?
[While Allen walks, Robb moves to walk next to him.]

Very well, thank you.

[He expects a huge pile of waste.]