driftfleet | bishop mingle

[ she's been through this once before, so there's hardly any surprise when she's suddenly shifted from the marsiva aboard another ship in the fleet. this one, it seems, is much larger than her last - filled with far more people too, from what she can tell just wandering the halls.

the dark elf investigates every open room, maybe knocks on closed doors if she thinks someone is in there and hopes she won't disturb them. all she wants to do is acquaint herself with her new shipmates, introduce herself, maybe get to know them a little better. after all, they are going to be living together so they might as well, right? right.

if she's not wandering, she can be seen ... pretty much everywhere? mostly in the med bay though, poking around to see how well it's stocked (not that she needs it, what with that magical healing and all, but whatever) and all that jazz. she should also probably find out where she's sleeping - for those few moments she does sleep. ]

[hey lior there's weird fucking music coming from the cargo bay and you have not met hiro yet because he's the worst at introducing himself to new people]

[ well we all know she's more than willing to introduce herself to new people instead. naturally, the strange music coming from the cargo bay instantly draws her in that direction, where she slooooowly opens the door to peek inside. ]

Hello? [ loud enough for him to hear, hopefully. ]

[his head lifts when he hears the voice, and he pauses. oh. you're new to the ship, that's for sure.]

... U-uh. Hi. Is the music too loud?

No. [ yes. but everything is too loud for her sensitive ears. ] I was just curious as to what the noise was about. I did not know anyone was in here.

Oh--yeah, this is kind of where I set up shop.

[he motions to the metal workbench.]

You're new to the crew, right?

[but you're so familiar]

[ glancing to the workbench, her curiosity seems unsurprisingly piqued as the lines across her cheeks glow a little brighter.

she makes sure to look back to him to answer that question though. ]

I am. My name is Lioriley. [ she bows. ]

It's open.

[ Says a voice from behind the door when Lioriley knocks. The voice doesn't sound put out, either. It's all good. ]

[ that is the go-ahead to open up, right? she'll do just that, smiling as she peers into the room. ]

Ah - forgive me if I disturbed you. [ not that she seems perturbed, but still. ] I had hoped to further acquaint myself with my fellow crewmates. There are so many of you, it would seem...

Ah, you're new?

[ Haruka switches off the book she'd been reading on her communicator and stands up. The plate on the door to this room says "therapist's office," but she'd been lounging on the couch, not sitting in the counselor's chair. ] Welcome aboard. The food's all magic, so supplies aren't an issue.

[ As off-putting as that sentence may be, it'd been a concern of hers when she first got here... ]

New to the Bishop, yes.

[ haruka's comment about the supplies has the dark elf chuckling softly, shaking her head. she wasn't that concerned to begin with - mostly because she doesn't need to eat like most people do, and because: ]

Not so new to the Fleet, though. I was here previously, so I had no worries about the supplies. I appreciate your reassurance on the matter, however.

[ She's come and gone? Haruka tries not to sound too intrigued. ] So leaving really does work like arriving.

It would seem so. I have heard from a few others that shared the same experience. [ a furrow of her brow. ] It is... odd, to say the least. But I do not entirely mind being here most days.

Home is that much fun, huh? [ Yes, this book is definitely being put away. Haruka likes the new person. Their outlook is unique.

She stands and gestures to the furniture, inviting Lioriley all the way in. She even gets to pick whether she wants the counselor's chair or the counselee's couch. ]

[ she decides on the chair, not quite sure what the difference is aside from one being bigger than the other. ]

Do not misunderstand, I enjoy my home very much... but there are new things here, new people that I could have never met. [ she motions to haruka. ] Like you, for instance.

Thanks for that.

[ The look on her face implies she actually means it, too. ]

[Another newcomer? Yang will likely run into her as she herself combs through the Bishop, trying to build a map of the ship in her head.]

Oh, hey! Getting a look around the new ship too, huh?

[ she smiles brightly as yang approaches. ]

Indeed. 'Tis quite larger than the one I had been stationed upon during my last stint here.

"Last stint?" So you've been here before then?

[Her way of talking sounds so formal. It seems Yang's fellow newcomers were both rather well-mannered compared to her.]

Indeed. Quite a while ago now. I have since left and returned - and I still cannot fathom why. [ maybe for the sake of ratings? who knows. she sure doesn't bother to question the motives of her captors at this point. ]

How are you finding it so far?

Gotcha. So, do you remember your first time here then? I hear memories and this world travel business can be pretty hit or miss.

I mean, as surreal as it is to find out you've been pulled into a new reality, cruising through outer space, it is kind of cool.

When I returned home, all of my memories of this place had been forgotten. But when I came here again, it was as if they had never gone to begin with.

[ it always feels weird explaining it aloud, she realizes. ]

I find it very interesting - most do not seem to share such an... optimistic view of our current situation.

Yeah, that sounds right about in line with what I've heard already. Weird how that works.

I mean, space travel is only theoretical back where I come from. It's being tested, but, so far, there hasn't been much luck. So to suddenly be experiencing it firsthand, well, it's pretty cool. And besides, being glum and sulking may be okay for a little bit at first, but, ultimately, it doesn't get you anywhere. You have to take what comes at you, and do your best to turn things around.

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