First Breath January Mingle

[takeabow]

Who: First Breathians and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: On the First Breath
When: All month!

[ it's a mingle! for the First Breath! Visitors welcome! ]

Comments

Captain Furiosa

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa feeling much better from the illness she suffered from the ice planet (so much so that her teas and soups and other such gains have been recently relocated to Max Rockastansky, who clearly needed it more.]

[Here on the First Breath she does regular patrols and continues to try and find ways to enhance the ship, whether its by taking note of possible upgrades, or finding places to stash weapons for emergency use.]

[She tries to keep up with her crew mates as much as she can, seeking the out of she doesn't pass the indirectly on her patrols. She still needs to appoint a second in command, but she's at least narrowed it down to two possibilities.]

[takeabow]

[ Nova has been around lately, but she's also been idle. She's inventoried the armory way more times than necessary and generally just seems frustrated and distant. She smiles mildly at Furiosa during one of her rounds ]

Hey.

[kill_switch]

Hey yourself.

[She's noticed the armory and Nova's restlessness, and takes a moment to address as they cross paths.]

Everything going alright?

[takeabow]

Yeah. Why?

[ she's a little bristly ]

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa's brows quirk up, as if to suggest Nova should know better that her Captain could see something was up.]

Because it doesn't seem like everything is alright.

[Calling it like she sees it.]

[takeabow]

It's fine. I'm just bored. And I hate space.

[kill_switch]

[She nods, agreeing whole heartedly. This wasn't exactly an easy problem to solve, but it could be worse.]

There isn't a lot to do. [She looks at Nova.] We could throw around some punches, maybe some practice to keep our form up?

Re: Captain Furiosa

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion is building said weapons - and if he is not working on his own improvements on the ship and weapons - he's designing them. Or reading about them. Or in fact doing all three at the same time.

Because he's Tyrion.

So he's sitting in the mess, with a book of engineering in front of him, carefully putting together what looks like a modified shotgun, while he is carefully writing down his own notes. Oh, and eating a mixture of different gels. Even geniuses must eat.]

[kill_switch]

[She stands in the doorway and watches for several long moments, trying to figure out how she feels about the sight before her. Normally, she would have been encouraging, but given his earlier speech about securing rights, there's an undeniable nugget of concern.]

[Not one she's too keen on letting him see.]

Having better luck now?

[tallasaking]

[He sighed quietly, as he looked up at the Captain.]

Well the materials are correct, the schematics are very direct and I think my design will be better ...

[He sighed, as he leaned back in his chair.

So yes. But I could be doing better.

[kill_switch]

Is Atroma still dismantling it at night?

[She stoops down to take a closer look at his work. She disregards the books, since her world was such a 'hands on experience', and gives the shotgun a discerning look.] </small. You're building up quite an armory here.

[tallasaking]

No, these are my own materials so they are staying in place. Frankly I think I might have to start building storage lockers, or handing them over to the crew now. ...

[He looked over at her, and cleared his throat.] Unless of course you would like to take possession of all the weaponry?

[kill_switch]

[She locks eyes with him. It's civil, but they seem to be very clear about where they stand with each other; it's clear he's treating her with a persisting wariness and the feeling was mutual.]

Redistribute them among the crew. No one needs to be unarmed. [She's very pointed and steady; she's not threatening to disarm him, instead continuing to support her ideals about an equal treatment. If he became a threat, she'd deal with it then, swift and clean. As long as it's just this subtle verbal sparring she'd let it pass.]

Re: Captain Furiosa

[gifted_witch]

Oh, Captain!

[Lily poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard the woman's steps coming near.]

There's soup and bread fresh, well mostly bread. Something quite like bread anyway. So if you're hungry help yourself.

[Blame Nova for showing her the kitchen.]

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa stills for a moment, and then turns and joins Lily in the kitchen. She was enjoying the return of her appetite after the illness, and the idea of some actual decent food mixtures definitely had its appeal.]

I could do with a break. [She pulls down the dishware and helps herself, then settles at the table and start to dig in. Compared to Wasteland cuisine, that Lily did with the protein packs is simply divine. She glances up at the redhead.] Sure you're not the cook? This is pretty good.

[gifted_witch]

[She smiled that the food was well received, but she waved off the compliment.]<.small> This is a start, I am trying to learn more. It's not as good as if I had the augment but I can learn quite a bit and know a fair bit about cooking anyway. As long as you're not looking for spicy foods. I was never very good at those, but a stew, a Shepard's pie, cakes, biscuits I do pretty well with.

[kill_switch]

Anything is appreciated, really. My world was ... extremely limited in what was available.

[Fine cuisine included two-headed lizards and the odd beetle.]

[gifted_witch]

Well then, with such low expectations you are in luck! [She chuckled and spooned a bit more soup in the bowl for the captain.]

Maybe we can trade with other ships for supplies too, and I can enhance some things with magic so I think we can get by quite nicely really.

[kill_switch]

[She'll gratefully accept the extra spoonful.]

Magic? How do you mean? [She's seen a lot of odd things here, and she's starting to accept that she's never going to see the end of odd things.

The shuffle shuffled you a Hawkeye. Surprise!

[vagabond_code]

[With all that patrolling around, she was going to find him eventually. Probably sooner rather than later. Hawkeye was sat on his bunk, in his wow-they-even-designated-a-room-for-me-already room picking off the last of his bandages and band-aids and arranging them on the bed. The weren't neatly organized, but they were organized.]

Yay Hawkeye!!

[kill_switch]

[She's gotten used to some of the more revolving changes, reminiscent but less tragic than losing Warboys on the rig and having new ones cycle in, but that didn't make her any less determined to know the existing crew at any given moment. Finding a new face, she stops and leans against the doorway, watching him for a quiet moment before speaking.]

New to the fleet? Or was your last ship just that exciting?

[vagabond_code]

First one. I'm Clint, I'm supposed to be here. Also I hate teleports.

[He didn't stand up, but he did offer his hand from the bed.]

Like a lot.

[kill_switch]

[She walks in and takes his hand with her right hand in a firm shake.]

Captain Furiosa. I don't think you'll have to worry about any more teleports.

[She'll take a seat where she can find it.] Do you know what augment they gave you?

[vagabond_code]

They didn't give me anything. Maybe I missed the line.

[He had napped. Almost missed the food-line too. He regrets nothing.]

[kill_switch]

You have an augment; that would have happened before you woke up. Check behind you head ... [She reaches up to feel for hers so he can see about where he should be poking.] Once you figure it out, let me know; I'll help you get situated.