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Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[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.]

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That's me. I love noble sacrifice.

[That's unfortunately true, even if she thinks she's joking.

Once they are on the way station proper, she looks up to him.]

Lead the way. Wherever the way happens to be.

[ as always, cas feels much better once he's out into the open air - or as open as it can get on a space station with an artificial atmosphere, which, to be fair, feels pretty open actually. he feels loose and comfortable all but right away. ]

You like sandwiches?

[She likes it better too. It just feels less cramped. Not as nice as a first or the ocean, but much better than the small halls of the Red Fish.]

I like food not made of goo.

[Which is to say, yes.]

Amen.

[ no pun intended.

okay, maybe a little intended. anyway, cas falls into step on the main drag, glancing toward her. ]

Good, then. There's a little place not five minutes from here I'm thinking of.

[Sadly, she doesn't understand the source material for that pun. But she gleans that it's meant as an agreement.]

Five minutes, hmm?

[She glances around. Not a lot of time to sing for their supper, so to speak. So she had two other options for funding their food.]

Do you have any moral objections to either slight dishonesty or out right manipulation for acquiring the coin for our meal? Just so I know if there's one that would make you uncomfortable.

[ cas has a good handful of chips on his person, thanks to people in the park thinking he's a hobo apparently, and throwing money at him.. but now she's got him curious. cas cocks a brow curiously, tossing her an interested glance. ]

.. what is it you've got in mind?

Well, I'm a bard, and with that comes certain skill sets. I can either acquire coin directly, -only from those who would either not miss it or deserves to lose it, of course- or I can directly charm the merchant into foregoing the cost.

Wow, that's pretty handy. You're full of surprises.

[ cas might've pegged her for a bit of a goody two-shoes; he's glad to be wrong. ]

Let's go with the first option. Show me what you're made of.

[Her shoes are pretty goody, but she's got some dirt on then too.]

Okay...

[She glances around at the crowd, keeping her gaze passing, so as not to look like she's searching for a mark. Or two.]

Stay a pace with me, and talk about something. A story or a joke. Not the weather.

[So saying she starts them walking a little faster, but not terribly so. Like they have somewhere to be, but not as if they're late.]

But the weather is so interesting. You don't want to talk about a fake sky?

[ he grins easy, but he's genuinely interested here, and even while he's drumming up new distracting conversation, he's still watching her from the corners of his eyes - not enough to draw attention, but enough that he's being watchful of what she's doing. ]

But all right, all right. So, when we spoke while I was still on the Marsiva, you asked if I was a.. celestial. What's that about? You have angels where you're from?

[She actually barely watches the crowd now, walking them into the thick, so that there were more people around them. And she gives most of her gaze to Cas, with only minor glancing at the people around them. Like most people do when they are less interested in their surroundings, and more attending to their companion. It's the best way to avoid being spotted at a distance. Don't look like you're about to steal from people.]

Celestials are non-elemental Outsiders, meaning they aren't from the Prime Material. Angels are one of them. Particularly the ones we best know about. They used to serve the gods in battle.

[As she talks, she sometimes jostled, or lightly brushes a person. Never enough to be more than glanced at. She's not looking for people to notice her, at least not as anything more than a passing might ever draw attention. But she's coming away with a few credits here, a few there, always cupped carefully in her palm until she can naturally tuck them away.]

[ it helps that the conversation is interesting, and something he's very curious about, all things considered.

she's sure good, though. cas can hardly even catch her in the act, and he's trying to watch for it - but that's the beauty of misdirection after all, and he's trying not to draw attention to her, either. he keeps his expression as deadpan as he can, but there's a definite, amused gleam in his eye. ]

So, not so different from what I know. Except, you know, only the one God. What other types are there?

Celestial archons, Eladrin, and Guardinals. And before you ask, the archons are personifications of law and good, Eladrin are a race usually mistaken for angels, and Guardinals have animal features. And that's about all, I remember about them.

[By now, since she hasn't been caught, it's safe to say she's getting away with it. She takes out her haul, not to excessive, but enough to have a little spree on the meal.]

I think there's enough to feed us both here.

[ once she takes the credits out, cas eyes them sidelong, then breaks into a broad grin, laughing under his breath. ]

Keep 'em, I've got my own. I just wanted to see what you were capable of. You're uh.. really something else, you know that?

[Compliments, she doesn't do well with those. The blush is quick to her cheeks and she glances away, abashed at the praise.]

Nah, there's lots of people who can do this. I'm not even that good.

[She's... pretty good. She couldn't pick pocket, say, Renal Bloodscalp, but still she's no slouch. She's had most of her life to practice skills. And with people who expected it of her, which made it more challenging. But being remarkable is not really something she is comfortable with accepting.]

I'm hungry. Take my to this place you mentioned.

[ her humility makes it even better, to be perfectly honest, and castiel's smile twists in a coy sort of way, but he doesn't press. he doesn't know her well enough to prod her any further than that, even if it's damned tempting.

for now, he simply snags her elbow and turns her off the main drag, toward a little strip of crammed in shops. ]

It's right down here.

[She's grateful that he doesn't pursue the topic. Or she would be if she wasn't actually completely taken off guard.

He. Touched her. It's just a little thing, absolutely casual. A taking of her elbow and leading her. Normal people did that to other normal people.

Which is to say, she can't remember the last time someone just took her by the arm in a friendly way. And in her shock she just goes along where he takes her. She may never get over being casually touched. By anyone.

At least, she pulls herself together by the time they get there.]

So... um, what's a sandwich anyway? Not made of sand, right?

[ years ago, cas might not have entirely noticed her reaction, or he might've been puzzled by it - hell, years ago, he never would have touched her to begin with. he was so stiff then, so terrible at interacting with people, definitely never really made any effort to reach out to anyone like this.

but that was a long time ago. he's changed. he understands the value of touch, even a simple one, far more than he ever used to, and he's definitely more perceptive of others. so her reaction is.. noted, and once they reach the shop front he's quick enough to withdraw his hand, because he might be a touchy guy now, but he's not about to make her uncomfortable, either. especially if they're going to be roomies. ]

Ha! No, not at all. You've never had a sandwich?

[ he holds open the door for her to pass into the cramped little shop. ]

Oh man, you're in for a treat. I love 'em.

[She's not uncomfortable, just very distracted and surprised. Also that blush doesn't start to go away until after he took his hand back. And she's a redhead, so that takes a minute anyway.

She glances around, not butchered by the smallness of the space. Lots of shops were like that at home. Even places with the word "Emporium" in the name were not very large. So this is nice to her. Comfortingly cramped.]

All right, I'll take your word on it.

[Her smile comes back, easy and pleasant.

She idly touches her elbow with her opposite hand.]

Pick whatever you think is good.

[ cas likes it too, the smallness of the place. it's a warm, personal kind of thing, feels homey and.. human. big open spaces, clean and sleek, remind him of heaven, and while heaven will always really feel like home, he's grown fond of earth and humanity, and all the little quirks that make them interesting.

there's a couple in line ahead of them, so cas pauses for a moment, sliding his thumbs into his belt loops to squint up at the menus over the counter. ]

Well, you like meaty food, or green stuff?

Why is there an 'or' in there?

[She comes from a place where being overly picky is usually not an option.]

Right, so anything goes.

[ good. easy for him to decide, then. cas isn't terribly picky either, and after years of canned food, anything fresh at all is a godsend. after a brief moment of squinting up at the menus, he nods and glances toward her again. ]

Try the BLT.

Alright.

[When the people in getting of them step away, she moves up and orders. And then passes far more than the cost in credits to the tender. She glances over her shoulder, giving Cas a cheeky grin.]

And whatever he wants too.

[ you sneaky tart, he'll remember this. cas looks surprised for a moment, before casting her a brief, flat look, but he doesn't argue it, that would be discourteous, and besides, he'll find a way to pay her back for it. they're roomies, she can't exactly escape. so he sighs and slips his hands into his pockets. ]

Reuben for me, please. And uh, two waters, I suppose.

[ and gently elbowing her side, while glancing toward the pick-up counter. ]

We'll pick 'em up over there.

[She just continues grinning even after the elbow, moving over to the pick up area.]

I worked hard to buy you dinner. I couldn't let it go to waste.

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