driftfleet | 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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[ He noticed the pale thing, but he doesn't think much of it. Maybe if she were blue or covered in scales, he'd ask. Looking like she's never seen the sun, along with that skinny, willowy kind of frame, just makes him figure she's an indoor girl. ...That is, until she's mentioning "exhausted my ability to travel." And then the pale thing makes more sense, clicks in Dean's head. She's sick, and not the simple cold kind. Maybe asking her out for a drink wasn't the smartest move after all. Good thing she was smart enough to know herself and turn him down. It's probably no good for her, anyway.

But damn, that name is a mouthful. ]

Otono?

[ Is that what she said? Is that her name, or was it the whole thing he's supposed to be saying? He's gonna shorten it for sure. ]

I'm Dean. Thanks, for all the advice. I'll be able to find something, no problem.

You need anything? I hear the food here kind of sucks. You want me to bring you back dinner?

[ Is that presumptuous? Or insulting? Dean rushes after to explain. ]

You know, for helping me out. Since I'm invading your ship and all, a house warming gift's the least I can do.

[She smiles outright, though it's a small thing. He tried.]

Makie. [A gentle correction.] In Japan, we say our family name first. [Or-- well, it's not so much her family name, but it's complicated.] You're most welcome.

[She's about to give genuine consideration to the offer for a meal, because her appetite is shot but she really should eat more than the paste in the kitchen generally provides-- but the name sinks in, and after a moment she realises where she's heard it before. It's likely a coincidence, but...]

Dean. Do you have family on board the fleet?

[Practically every time she ran into Sam he was looking for a Dean in some way or other.]

Yeah. My brother Sam.

[ But Makie, good. Already sounds like a nickname. That's a lot easier to remember than the whole thing, too. Dean likes it. He grins wide, guilty before he's even opening his mouth. ]

I guess I'd be Winchester Dean. [ Dean, no... ] And Sam would be Winchester... [ Dean, no. ] ...Eh, forget it. [ Thank god, you listened to that little voice inside telling you when you're embarrassing yourself. Good job. Only a couple sentences too late. ]

So Sammy's been talking about me. Is that it?

[Oh, Dean. You were doing so well.

...to be honest you're still doing pretty well, but the look she gives him is kind of a mix of you're amusing and oh god please stop. At least she doesn't find it offensive, just kind of... well. You're kind of odd.

But so's Sam in his own way. Must run in the family. Now that she's placed him, she's remembering how Sam described him once. Short, spiked hair, surly, a little freckley-- Yeah, think we have a winner.]

The first time I met Sam in person, he was looking for you. But he never found you. Apparently, you had just returned... ah. [She may be getting ahead of herself.] I'm sorry. Have you been told about Adstringendum?

[She draws out the word. There are too many consonants in that thing for a Japanese woman, okay.]

[ Not like he isn't familiar with that look. She doesn't say anything about it though, which Dean'll take for a win.

And hey, she pronounced it way better than Dean does when he tries, and he was born and raised speaking (poor) English. ]

Yeah, a little bit.

[ He hasn't heard much about how Sam handled the place, though. Just bits and pieces from a couple people about what it was like as a whole. There's still a lot left to be filled in, so he encourages her. ]

So you were there too, huh? And friends with Sam? He do anything I need to apologize for?

[ Dean's joking. ...Mostly. ]

[Her lips quirk up a bit at that.]

Sam apologises enough for himself. I'm sure you're fine in that regard. [The amusement there is because Sam apologises entirely too often for things that aren't really his problem. It's ridiculous. Not that Makie can talk.]

He was very helpful over the months that I was there. Kind, too. [He taught her how to garden. She, uh. Kind of tried to kill his dog once. It was awkward.] It is an honour to finally meet family that he cares so much about.

[An honour, Dean. Don't make her change her mind now.]

[ Sam's a tricky case. And Dean knows all about it, lived with the guy pretty much his whole life. Problem is, Sam apologizes for things he shouldn't because they aren't his fault, and nobody could've helped them... but he apologizes for what he should too, and for doing things he should've never done to start with. "The road to Hell," like they say. And Sam doesn't just walk that road; he drives thirty over the whole way. It's not like Dean walks the straight and narrow himself, but compared to Sam? Sam's done things sober that even Dean would never dream of doing, not without black eyes or the Mark of Cain on his arm. Sometimes, Sam scares him. He's done the kind of things you can't apologize away.

But that's family business, anyway. From what Makie's saying, if Sam did anything he shouldn't've in that Adstrigium place, at least she didn't know about it. And Dean's just going to assume that "cares so much about" part was because they're brothers and Sam was looking for him, not because of anything he said. ]

Yeah, he's a good kid.

[ Dean says. Because despite it all, he still believes it, always will, and loves the hell out of him. Sam doesn't have the best taste in friends either most of the time, but so far Makie seems alright. ]

If you've got any embarrassing stories from that place, you know I'm all ears for them.

[ He grins. Because what good is it meeting all of your little brother's friends if you can't get some ammunition out of them? ]

[True enough. Unlike certain redheads, Makie only knows that Sam is gentle and kind and would probably be more than a little disconcerted if she knew any more about him than that. Also, that he makes a cute kid. She makes a small, amused sound at the thought, given the embarrassing stories line from Dean.

But sadly for him, Makie's just too polite to go around embarrassing people she respects.]

I'm afraid I don't know any. I imagine that in the time we've known each other, I have been far more embarrassing than your brother.

[She kind of shares that whole self-deprecation thing in common with him, though. But that's at least a product of her upbringing. Outcast women should be seen and not heard, all that jazz.]

[ You're too nice for your own good, Makie. And Dean doesn't really want to embarrass somebody he just met, so he doesn't ask. ]

Eh, it's just a matter of time. Hang around him enough, you'll get some good ones.

[ He glances over his shoulder briefly, thinking about the space station, before he turns back to ask. ]

You eat meat, right? You're not one of those vegetarians, are you? Food restrictions? Allergies to shellfish?

[ Like it or not, he's bringing you back dinner. He was planning to before, but for a friend of Sam's? Now it's just a given. ]

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