Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[thespaceopera]

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

Comments

[astrobleme]

Jedi... [That term might be a little bit familiar. Possibly just his imagination. (The calamity of Second Impact had a devastating effect on popular culture, anyway.)] Mm, it'd be wrong to say I flew. More like, I walked, or ran. I piloted an Evangelion. [Pause.] I'm going to guess you don't know what Eva is.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka shakes her head, thinking.]

I haven't heard of anything by that name, no. I'm guessing by your description it's some kind of... mechanized suit?

[astrobleme]

[How weird. Shinji is expecting to feel horror, or anger, or self-loathing from talking about Eva, but there's just... a hole inside of him, where all of that used to be. Maybe it's because this place pretty much promises he'll never have to pilot Eva again. Maybe he's in shock. Maybe...]

Sort of. Here, let me see that pen.

[In an empty section of the paper, he sketches out Unit-01 for Ahsoka. He isn't a great technical artist, but he gets the general shape of it down: a colossal, stylized, armor-covered humanoid. To emphasize the scale, he adds a tiny stick figure near 01's foot.]

[resnipstance]

... Whoa.

Though-- isn't that design kind of impractical...?

[astrobleme]

[Shinji blinks. He blinks again, and then he looks down at his crude drawing of 01. No one has ever said that about Eva. His mother helped to create Eva, supposedly, and no one has ever criticized Eva's design like that. Even though Eva is the worst thing to ever happen to him, he feels himself... getting kind of... defensive of Eva. He can't imagine 01 looking like anything other than 01.]

Eva is Eva, [he says, frowning a little bit.] If something does its job well, does it really matter what it looks like?

[resnipstance]

... Oh. ... Well. I guess not?

What're they used for?

[astrobleme]

[Shinji reasserts his grip on the pen. He says, simply,] Combat. [Silent, but intent, he sketches out the angles and surfaces of... well, it looks like a floating octahedron. And it's much larger than 01.] There was a war, so... [Drawing multiple arrows, he indicates that 01's purpose was to fight the octahedron. He presses down harder, and harder, until the nib is almost ripping through the paper--

Then he sets down the pen. He exhales. He doesn't know how long he was holding his breath.]

Thank you for showing me the hyperdrives. I learned a lot.

[resnipstance]

[She takes Shinji in, then-- really takes him in. He's younger than her, a little. Maybe the same age as she was when she started fighting in the Clone Wars. But... she was trained for that all her life. Even then, she still found it distressing at times, and she's always had the Force to guide her. What would it be like if you had none of that...?

She puts a hand on his shoulder gently, smiling warmly.]

Hey, it's no problem.

One of my closest friends lives on this ship, so you might see me around a lot. If you want, we can talk mechanics again some time.

[astrobleme]

[A hand. On his shoulder. There's a hand on his shoulder. Even though Shinji feels like he's covered in bubble wrap, all sensations muffled, he can definitely tell that Ahsoka is touching him. He flinches a little, but he doesn't shrug her off. He's learned there are worse things than someone trying to be friendly.]

Okay. I'd like that. [A thoughtful pause, and then,] Who's your friend? I did meet some members of the crew...

[resnipstance]

[She takes her hand off, after a beat.]

Her name is Padmé. Padmé Amidala.

She's like a big sister to me.

[astrobleme]

Padmé Amidala... [That's a beautiful name. Shinji slowly shakes his head, though.] I don't think I've come across her yet. [Another pause.] Is she... a nice person?

[resnipstance]

Who, Padmé?

She's... probably the nicest person you'll ever meet. Whenever I have a problem, she always listens, and takes me seriously. Even when I was younger. [As a fourteen year old, Ahsoka appreciated that-- finding someone who didn't talk down to her on account of her age.]

Back home, she's a senator, and she campaigns in the senate day in and day out for peace. That's the sort of person she is.

[astrobleme]

[Shinji's eyes widen by a fraction. To think he's sharing a ship with that kind of important person... Everyone is so much more capable than he is. Not that he's surprised, really, it's just... why in the hell did Atroma pick him?]

I don't know many people like that, [he admits.] People who are willing to listen.

[resnipstance]

It's a surprisingly rare quality.

But then again, Padmé is a surprisingly rare person.

[astrobleme]

[Surprisingly rare. All at once, Shinji is reminded of Kaworu Nagisa. It brings a soft, almost-invisible smile to his face, suggestive of a secret wish.]

The sort of person you shouldn't ever let go of.

[resnipstance]

I would never. I don't have a real family, but-- I've always thought of her like a sister.

Um-- is that weird? [She looks a little sheepish and self-conscious. She isn't really used to civilian life.] Do... normal people do that?

[astrobleme]

[Shinji tilts his head slightly. In a moment of raw honesty, he says,] I'm the last person you should be asking about "normal." [But...] But I think that's wonderful, not weird. I don't have a real family, either, so...

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka chuckles.]

Well, maybe we can just be not-normal together.

[astrobleme]

[Strangely comforting.]

Well, in that case...

[...]

Can I ask what species you are? I'm not racist--or whatever--species-ist?--I mean, I've met a lot of different people. I'm just wondering.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka just laughs-- not meanly. It's light and clear.]

It's okay. I don't mind. You don't have people like me on your homeworld, right?

I'm a togruta. We're a humanoid species-- which is just a fancy way of saying that we share several basic anatomical characteristics with humans, but diverge greatly on others. Like our horns.

[astrobleme]

Togruta. Okay. [Shinji looks at the drawings of hyperdrives and Eva doing battle again. He picks up the page and folds it in half, intending to hang on to it.] Yeah, there were just humans... and then the Angels, which didn't look anything like humans. For the most part. [Kaworu was (is) the exception, for whatever reason. Shinji doesn't know how that works. He doesn't want to know the details yet.]

I'm kind of glad there are more species out there. I didn't like the idea of the universe being so empty.

[resnipstance]

There definitely are. Loads and loads of them.

--Hey, I just remembered! A while back, the Atroma gave us one random piece of media from back home for each passenger that was here. Two months ago.

I got this really cheesy drama from home. But the important point is, almost all the main characters are non-humans. If you want, we could watch it together next time I come visit! And I'll tell you all about the different species.

[astrobleme]

[Shinji wants to ask Ahsoka why she's being so nice to him, but he also doesn't want to seem like a totally maladjusted basket case. Tough times. Suddenly, he feels his lips doing something weird, seriously weird, without his permission. They're... oh, he's... actually smiling, for real. This is an actual smile. It is happening right now. What the heck.]

Really?

[Drake equation, eat your heart out.]

I didn't expect cheesy dramas to be universal.

[resnipstance]

Well, everyone needs entertainment, right?

[astrobleme]

I guess so. And a drama is going to be easier to understand than... uhm, some form of alien board game. [...] Although I'd totally be okay with hearing about alien board games. [Just tell him everything, really.]