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

[ Are there any quiet corners on this ship? Probably not. But Obi-Wan has found one and is slowly shaping what is soon to be his bo staff. It's slightly longer than his lightsaber and he'll have to get used to the feel of it. Not having a lightsaber and using something else will take a lot of training.

Obi-Wan pauses. New training, new ideas . . . perhaps even a new future. If it was possible.

He's not ready to give up just yet. ]

A.)

[Koala can be found... playing the pinball machine still. In fact, she can be passed by many times throughout a long span of hours, toiling away at the machine to get a high score. In fact, she can even be found when most of the crew is asleep — or maybe you're awoken curiosity by the faint noise of it down the way. Her eyes are owlish and focused and she's sweating just a little, but she's working hard on what Mr. Greed had told her —

So close... so —

Ah. She didn't get in the top 10, again.

....

She slides to sit in front of it, swaying a little in her exhaustion.]

I still... haven't... So close...

B)

[For anyone curious if she's gotten any better at her odd cleaning quirk — she hasn't changed much, but there is less fear in the way she presents herself. She's still hard-wired and programmed to try and do everyone's bidding, much to many of their disapprovals. But she seems less terrified of being thrown out of the ship into distant space.

She can be found in the cargo area, with — is that a clothes line? Where did she even get that? And are those your clothes hanging on it? She appears to be putting them up to dry! She's got quite the pleasant expression on her face though, because despite being too messed up to realize this isn't her sole purpose on the ship, she actually does really like doing the laundry. That nice clean smell, and clothes that warm in the sun... Granted they have no sun here, but they'll dry regardless. And they'll be nice and soft and comfortable.]

C.)

[And then of course, you can find her —

pacing.

Walking around, biting her nail, looking for more tasks to do. She's restless, as he had been with her short time on the Sun Pirates' vessel. It's hard for her to cope with... 'free time'. It's hard to figure out how to fulfill Obi-Wan's mission for her, to do 'fun' things. To be a young girl, and that is it. It's just so very hard, you guys.

She's not sure what do even do.

So pacing is good.

Pace pace pace.]

[ He was passing by until he spots her . . swaying . . . ]

Is something the matter?

[Leia has at least four reasons to come to the Huntress these days--three of them people and one of them I'd better make sure they haven't blown themselves to bits in the last few days--so she does.

She's in the kitchen, or the recreational area, or in a corridor, wherever. She's the tiny, possibly haughty one with the elaborate braids.]

[This will be the first face she sees when she comes on board. And honestly... well, he doesn't mind what he sees. She's definitely a looker.]

Welcome aboard the Huntress. Anything you looking for? [Or is it me you're looking for?]

[It's during this downtime that Greed catches her pacing frantically. Hey, since when did he tell her to do that? Then again, he had been monopolizing the pinball machine for the last hour and the ship was absurdly clean.

He places a single finger on the top of her head to get her to stop.]

Ya know kid, there's a lot better ways to get your exercise then spinning around in place.

Thank you.

I've come to visit some friends, as it happens. [Left unspoken is I'm sure I can find them myself.] Are you a member of the Huntress?

That's a fine looking broom handle you're making there, Knobby.

[It's really not even possible to find a secluded place on this ship when Greed is the tactical officer on board - the ship layout is just glues inside of his mind. So Obi-Wan will find his beloved captain leaning against the wall with that expression he tends to wear when he's bored.]

Member? Not just that, I'm the captain of this charming loveboat. You can call me Greed.

[There's something about the way he smiles that makes it seem like either he is planning something supremely evil - or he already did and got away with it.]

Greed. A pleasure. [The words come out a bit cooler than strictly necessary. That smile is an unsettling one--and the fact that he calls himself captain sets off a warning in her mind. The co-captain of this ship is a lunatic.]

I'd heard that your ship had two captains.

You must mean the blue fuzzball. Yeah, he's listed as captain, but if you ask me - the guy is only in it for the perks.

[Or it was possible Greed had Kurt terrified into inaction. But either way, Greed was sure to indicate that he was the one running the show here.]

A.)

There's an odd sight on the Huntress today. The usually arrogant and loud mouthed Greed can be found in the cargo bay with his legs crossed and his eyes closed as he sits in meditation. There's a good reason for this, probably. Once interrupted, it will become incredibly clear why - it's not actually Greed.

B.)

But more in character is that Greed is up taking the morning shift on the bridge sitting his fine ass down in the captain's seat. Sure, there's extremely rarely any need for anyone to actually be up here when the ship is on autopilot, but he's not actually doing anything to command anyone just now - really he's just got his feet kicked up so he can browse through the media files on the communicator. After Ino introduced him to the fact there was erotica on there, he's eager to find out what other shit is available to him.

And then at the fine hour of six AM, suddenly Ke$ha suddenly is blaring over the entire ship when Greed decides to commandeer the currently empty comms station. It's not that he's trying to wake everyone up, it's just the speakers on the communicator are inadequate for a song like this. Sorry crewmates.

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[Ahsoka has become a usual sight on the Huntress of late. With an extra pilot to cover her on the Starstruck and Obi-Wan on this ship, she comes and goes often as she pleases.

To her displeasure, though, she never seems to be able to catch Ling. As Ling had warned her last time they spoke, now that they're back in space, Greed seems to be hogging all the air time. Now that she can distinguish the two by their distinct Force signatures, she does her best to give Greed a wide berth whenever she's on the ship.

So when she senses Ling, she diverts her course to Obi-Wan's quarters and goes in search of him instead. Not wanting to interrupt his meditation, she simply sits herself down cross-legged in front of him quiet as you please and waits.]

[1:

The moment that Mikleo's transfer goes through, there is confetti! There are treats! And... for those who can't perceive seraphim, there's nobody home.

For those who can, Mikleo's not happy. Sorey's obviously not here, but just in case, he parks himself in the nearest empty chair in the bridge at the nearest opportunity and waits. Seraphim are very, very good at waiting. It quickly becomes apparent that he's on his own, though.

2:

Resigned to his fate, he gets started on his next job: following his new crew to determine who can perceive and communicate with him. He's going around to each and every person he finds to introduce himself.]

Mikleo. I've been made responsible for communications, here.

[Which comes across a bit flat when he, you know, can't communicate, but whatever, there are other ways. And there are also probably now parts of the crew who will be caught talking to empty air. Sorry, not sorry, friends.]

3:

[Once he's met some of the crew, he goes around exploring. Checks out the kitchen - is immediately disappointed. The food here looks gross. Checks out the bunks - also disappointing. Looks like he won't be sleeping much. Checks out the washroom - actually not terrible. The bathtub bubbles.

He'll be examining various things he finds that look interesting- unfamiliar cooking equipment (what is this microwave), communicators, books, other crewmate's possessions, the pinball machine. So, you know, if you see anything floating around, uh. Boo?]

((to sort out whether or not Mikleo can be seen/heard by your character, please fill in his permissions! c: ))

[A]

[ The muted fanfare upon arriving -- confetti and sweets, really? -- does nothing to brighten his nearly perpetual frown and he's actually remarkably quick to turn away from it all in order to start inspecting the ship itself. Yes, that includes potentially brushing off new crew mates all because he's on a self-appointed mission to check out... buttons... and complicated meters... and flashing lights...

Okay, he understands absolutely nothing that he is looking at and the expression on the somewhat dazed one-armed man's face slowly shifts to looking like he is fighting back an intense headache. Feel free to find him poking around literally anywhere, your room included. ]

[B]

[ Sasuke's eventually managed to find his own room, no doubt with some assistance, and has had a chance to take stock in how bare bones everything is so far. Familiar, at any rate. Want a private chat? No doubt you'll be walking in on him checking his communicator, keeping himself from going insane through one-armed push-ups or sit-ups, or -- woe betide -- catching a quick nap.

If you think he hasn't already been into the kitchen, dismantled the blender, made shivs from each of the blades, and is one hundred percent willing to brandish them if you wake him up, then you're wrong. Choose wisely. ]

[ She's totally walking in on him in the kitchen while he's dismantling the blender. She has a short sword in one hand, and a small, still budding tomato plants in the other. What a great care package, am I right.

Anyways, she stands in the doorway, squinting in his direction. ]

Um ...

What are you doing?

[ zuko is literally only here to make sure sasuke hasn't, you know, already gotten himself kicked off the ship. also, he's heard things about this ship, and zuko has always had a penchant for being morbidly curious about things that are probably bad for him.

so you can find zuko wandering around and examining the remains of a blender in the kitchen, 99% certain he knew how that happened. and he may also be poking around the ship in general, curious. he has actually never legitimate been on another ship since transferring to the blue fish, and he wants to know how different they are.

also he's nosy af. ]

[ You know that look a cat gives you when you walk in on it doing something wrong? ]

[ Annnd you know that look it gives you when it decides it doesn't give a shit and keeps on doing it? ]

[ That's essentially what we're dealing with here. ]

Ino. [ A brief greeting before he's looking back down, electricity charged in his fingertips to make an impossibly sharp blade that cuts evenly through the metal he's working with. ]

This isn't your ship. When did you arrive?

Just a second ago.

[ She approaches him now, though, setting the sword and the plant on the counter next to him. ]

You ... do realize there's only one blender, right? And that some people were probably using it?

What's done is done. [ Solid argument. ]

Now, I am also a member of the ship that's using it. [ He looks over at the gifts, however, then shoots her a quietly questioning look. ]

That's not how you -- [ Sigh. Okay. Whatever. ] Whatever. I brought you some stuff.

[ She nods at the sword and the plant. The sword seems self explanatory, so she skips over that and goes straight to the plant. ]

The plant's a tomato plant. It'll be awhile until it's ripe, but fresh air and green is kinda hard to come by here, so ...

Really. [She's not especially impressed by the explanation, but it might not make much difference.] Are you the one who hands out to-do lists?

[ Tomatoes, huh. He wants to ask her how exactly she knew but he can already guess the answer, another fact passed on by another version of himself. ]

I see. With as much free time as it seems I'll have here, I'll take care of it. [ Naturally he then reaches for the hilt of the sword, unsheathing it in one quick sweep in order to test its weight and judge its quality. A few test swings, a switch from a forward grip to a back grip... ] It's not bad.

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