/takes the huntress out back and buries it (jan mingle pt. II)

[scrubscrub]

Who: Anyone on the SS Huntress! Crew and visitors.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Huntress
When: More of January! We got three new crew mates and it will be messy.

IT'S ANOTHER MINGLE FOR OUR EVER-EXPANDING SHIP.

Also, we need an update on how well Koala is doing at pinball.

God, help this ship.

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[avaricious]

[A casual shrug of indifference.]

Well, it looks like you survived, either way. Guess you'll be sticking around.

[eyeforaneye]

It's my greatest skill. [ Painfully sticking around... ]

What's your role here, then, other than captain?

[avaricious]

Tactical. Which means knowing this ship inside and out. [He's started to form a picture of what that position even means in a broader sense since he knew fuck all about it upon arriving. He likes the broad appeal of it.] What about you? The Atroma plug anything inside you that was useful?

1/2

[eyeforaneye]

[ uGH ]

2/2

[eyeforaneye]

Decidedly not. [ ... if this man really is the captain perhaps he should actually answer. ]

I already knew how to cook. Learning again means nothing to me.

[avaricious]

[... a one armed cook. Well, it's not what he expected, but. Well.]

Any chance you can make a meal without demolishing the kitchen in the process?

[eyeforaneye]

I've made many without harm to anyone or anything.

[avaricious]

Well, you've got that going for you, already. Welcome to the Huntress.

[There's a lot of people now. Maybe they do need two cooks now.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ Having met the other cook he's now more of the opinion that he would rather work when she isn't in the kitchen. ]

How do you actually survive with so many kitchen fires? [ And ruined meals... ]

[avaricious]

Benefit of being fireproof.

[Gonna leave that idea there. Just in case.]

[eyeforaneye]

You don't need to eat either?

[avaricious]

I wish. This body doesn't ever seem to be full.

[Freaking Ling and his appetite. Every time.]

[eyeforaneye]

Your wording seems detached. 'This body'?

[avaricious]

[He shrugs.]

I guess you could say I'm squatting here. The old bod was a significantly better model, but this one gets me where I need to go.

[I'm pleased you have such a high opinion of my being, Greed.]

[eyeforaneye]

So you inhabit others whenever it's convenient for you to do so. [ BAD MEMORIES ]

[avaricious]

Wasn't of my choosing. But if it makes you feel any better, I was invited.

[eyeforaneye]

It helps. [ Minutely. ]

What happened to your original body that this was necessary?

[avaricious]

Family reunions are a bitch.

[eyeforaneye]

[ Don't I fucking know it. ]

It sounds as if you're not particularly well-liked.

[avaricious]

Maybe. Maybe not. But why go digging at ancient history, right? Unless you want to start talking about your own.

[eyeforaneye]

You're the one that volunteered the answer. I thought I would kindly give you the opportunity to get it off your chest.

[avaricious]

Much appreciated, but leave that to when we get a ship counselor.

[He turns towards the door.]

Mind the buttons you're pressing. I'd hate to scrape you off someone else's ship.

[eyeforaneye]

I'm sure you wouldn't actually trouble yourself to retrieve my corpse.

[ Here he gestures to his left arm... or rather, where it used to be. ] I doubt you'd want a damaged vessel.

[avaricious]

You'd only be so lucky. I've lost an arm or two with this vessel already.

[But he's not about to go wasting his philosopher's stone on someone else's body. Not that he knew any alchemy to even do that.]

[eyeforaneye]

Even less reason, then. So you're careless as well as unpopular?