Maladicta von Borogravia (
deshabille) wrote in
driftfleet2016-01-03 01:44 pm
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i start it up, turn it over like a general MINGLE
Who: Crew of the Caprine and party crashers!!
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Action: Caprine unless otherwise noted!
When: All of January!
[IT'S A NEW YEAR. Which means that your captain is ready to drag you into more hideous shenanigans. Strap the fuck in, Capriners . . .]
[. . . it's a mingle. DUN DUN DUNNNN.]
Broadcast: None.
Action: Caprine unless otherwise noted!
When: All of January!
[IT'S A NEW YEAR. Which means that your captain is ready to drag you into more hideous shenanigans. Strap the fuck in, Capriners . . .]
[. . . it's a mingle. DUN DUN DUNNNN.]

THE FIRST WEEK: SNOWBALL HELL
[Until now.]
[No, now she has taken on the attitude of a mother whose children have been cooped up in the house for too long and are Driving Her Crazy, and as such has ushered everyone out onto the part of the snowy expanse of Arslae that has the best snow for - well, guess.]
[She stands regarding her crew, divided into two teams, with her hands on her hips.]
All right. Whichever team wins this snowball fight will be my new favorites. I expect to see bloodthirsty tactics and underhanded moves all the way, get it?
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[She shoots him the winningest smile. Secretly, he is her favorite robot son.]
Glow of accomplishment, check. And, mmm . . . well, I'll do my very best to wrangle something you want from one of the other crews. And if I can't find it, I'll keep looking for it on every planet we go to. Something Atroma won't give us, maybe.
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Hm, that sounds like a pretty nice prize for doing what comes naturally. [ He's noticeably full of what passes for cheer with him. It seems like being cooped up on a ship doesn't agree with him either, strangely. ] Though I'd say 'something that Atroma won't give us' encompasses a lot of things.
CAPTAIN NO
That "child" happens to be bundled up in so many sweaters he looks like he might just fall over if he tries to walk. So far, he's been doing fine with that much, though...]
... I don't think this is a fair idea for my team, Mal. I'm also not sure I have the capacity to be underhanded, save the fact that I probably couldn't overhand-throw a snowball right now if I tried.
CAPTAIN YES
Don't worry. You're surely more competent than you think you are. Most people are, except me, because I know that I'm wonderful.
You're clever, aren't you? Use your head. Not necessarily literally.
GOD DAMMIT CAPTAIN!!!
It isn't really a question of competence or cleverness, here. And there's always the question of who's scoring, and how?
[His brows rise in a curious little motion, head tilting.] And how many points would our dear captain be worth, for example? I mean, certainly, someone as wonderful as yourself would be the ultimate target.
[Qing... no actually that might just be clever.]
first week!
Early in the week he can be found sitting in some corner, prodding at one of his arms and then in turn, scowling at it. He's not a doctor, he's not an engineer. He uses all of his ability to fight; putting himself back together isn't his job. It's just a small thing, and it's not necessary—he can fight without it—but it's bothering him. Just in case, he needs to fix it.
Later in the week finds Genos looking around the ship fairly thoroughly. He's not going into anyone's private things, but he's definitely looking for something with a determined face. ]
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When she spots him, though, she makes a beeline for him, considerably happier and a lot more cheerful than she'd been on that first day, and now clad in a clean fleet-issue jumpsuit rather than her work dress from home.]
Oh, hi! I didn't know you were on the Caprine, too — mm, is something the matter with your arm? It looks like it's bothering you...
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He gives her a nod of greeting before responding. ]
I was assigned here. Are you here for someone? [ Oh, but she asked him something. He flexes his arm, his fingers moving slowly... until he gets to the last two, both of which lag a little before moving. ] There's something blocking the circuitry, but I'm not skilled enough to fix it.
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[Jojo being the aforementioned pilot, which would be evident from the way her face lights up even if the pet name didn't do it on its own.
Still, though, the arm movement catches her attention, and crouches down for a closer look as he puts the fingers through their motion.]
...That's really strange. Was it always like that, or did it just happen recently? When was the last time you could move it properly, do you know how it got blocked?
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Recently. On the planet, I used my abilities to rescue a young girl from the snow. [ A pause. ] Do you know much about engineering?
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later in the week!
Something for you? [ He raps on a section of the wall, listening carefully, and straightens content with whatever check he was doing. ] You'll wear the floor out if you keep walking back and forth on it like that.
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I'm looking for paper and pens. Or something similar—I don't want to dig into anyone's personal supplies, so I've been searching the common areas.
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[So, if anybody needs Joseph, he'll be occupying the pilot's seat with the most stubborn display of territorial behavior you've ever seen. Like short of peeing on the seat degrees of territorial. Joseph sits with his comic books, eats there, and even naps right in the seat with his feet propped up. He's not threatened, he's just making a point. The point is that he was the first pilot and he's the first mate, and therefore find your own shit to pilot, new guy. The Caprine is his baby, not yours and he will fight you about it.]
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... Jojo, what are you doing?
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[He finishes the bite and swallows, turning around in his chair.]
Eating?
[Is that the right answer?]
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[ You know, where normal people eat ]
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[He stops there because he realizes what he's about to say is definitely not going to make any sense to her. Or at least not be a good enough of an excuse for eating out here. He drops it, clearing his throat.]
What are you doing over here?
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She's also a little sniffly, and bundled up accordingly against it, but she's definitely looking like she's on the mend; the medicine she's been given is doing its job, so she's at least well enough to go visiting instead of remaining bedridden.]
Jooooooooooooojo!
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Well, well! Look at who's vertical again! [He points a finger at her.] You are feeling better, right?
[Because so help him, he will carry you off to bed to rest, Suzie Quatro. Don't test him.]
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[Well, anyway. She offers him up the thermos, smiling back with faintly chapped lips beneath, indeed, a slightly red nose.]
But I've been having plenty of soup, and I made extra! So I brought some for you, since I was coming to visit.
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[Joseph leans over to take the thermos, but not before giving Suzie's forehead a kiss. He's just checking her temperature. Ssshh.]
That's why you're my favorite girl.
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