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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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[There's a poof of confetti and a celebratory pudding, but there's no new crew member. Unless... you can see him, that is. He staggers but catches himself, and then smoothly tucks the brim of his hat over his eyes.

This is the furthest he's been from Rose or Sorey in a Very Long Time. He can feel the malevolence growing unchecked, a constant nagging nausea, which he acknowledges and then ignores. It's... time to find out who can see him.

If people miss him on the bridge, they can catch him stalking people down the hallway to see if they notice, or hanging out against the wall with his arms crossed. Barring that, he's curious enough to explore the rest of the ship, even crewmate's rooms. The jacket you left on the floor? Possibly being thrown over to your bed. That little ostrich bobblehead you got off some planet months back? Definitely floating off your shelf.]

[video;]

[The camera shows a big ... empty... hallway. And the angle is wrong. In fact, the whole fucking thing is upside down.

But someone is talking! Remember Snoop Dogg narrating Plizzanet Earth? It's like that, but deadpan. And not funny. Okay so it's not like that at all.]

Is this piece of junk working?

[An impatient, frustrated sigh.]

Pointless. All this "information" they put into our heads isn't worth beans.

[ooc: Please remember to fill out Dezel's permissions for face to face interaction! He will always be audible over the network but invisible on camera. Thank you!]

Shipwide broadcast:

Hey guys. Ahsoka here! If we haven't met yet-- pleased to meet you, welcome to the Starstruck. I'm one of your pilots. ... Yes, I am a non-human. No, my horns are not a hat.

Moving on... I don't normally do this, but could we please hold a meeting in the cargo hold in ten minutes? Aside from making sure everyone knows each other, we... kind of have a bit of a... bed situation. As in, lack thereof. I feel like it's the sort of thing we should probably discuss as a group, and I'd really like for everyone to be on the same page.

[And if you go to the cargo hold today, you will in fact find Ahsoka there, sitting cross legged atop one of the large gumball boxes provided by the Atroma.]

Edited 2016-02-02 07:34 (UTC)

[He'd been kind of excited; finally, he was on the same ship as Mikleo. He didn't have to worry about the malevolence poisoning him because his domain should be large enough to encompass the ship and keep Mikleo relatively safe from it. He wouldn't have take the shuttle over there fourteen times a week. And, if he was seeing things right, they had just lost their engineer anyway so Sorey was the only one available to fix things up. Which...was kind of intimidating, okay, but still they needed someone and Sorey would do his best.

So he reclines onto Mikleo's bed and starts poking around in his communicator, listening to the new voices, looking for anything interesting.

He sits up with a start. ...that voice, it can't-]

Mikleo, [Sorey says urgently, pulling his feet in and clutching the communicator in his hands as he tries not to tremble.] ...Dezel?

[Video]

Hello Red Fish crew, both new and veteran. I am Syeira, one of your Captains. Coil and I are calling a meeting at midday, in the kitchen.

[Yes Coil, you're getting equal credit.]

There's a lot going on and we've much to discuss. Please be punctual. Thank you.

[Action]

[She goes early. Any an hour or so. It wouldn't do to be the last to show up, and she wanted to be there to see everyone who comes in. It's about time the Red Fish got itself sorted out.]

[The newest passenger on the ship is slowly making her way around it. Down the hallway she goes, glancing at each door--or perhaps quietly pushing it open, if it's ajar. She doesn't mean to snoop in anyone's private quarters, but she is curious about her crew mates.

Eventually, she makes it to the kitchen. The food she's had so far hasn't really sat with her right, and so she takes her time opening and inspecting the spices. The gelatin powder gets sniffed and carefully tasted before she makes a dignified yuck noise and sets it aside. The microwave gets opened and closed, the stew pot peered into.

And given that she didn't spot a door with her name on it, she's probably going to end up claiming the table for a bed. But at the end of her exploring she just sits at it, looking mildly sulky. Now what does she do?]

[Sorey's call was unnecessary; on the other side of the mattress, Mikleo just about drops his book at the sound of that voice.]

That's not...

[It's not possible, he thinks, but they both know Dezel's voice. He'd shared a space within Sorey with the wind spirit, Sorey's connected with him countless times using the armatus, how could they not know it? But they'd also seen why such a thing was impossible.

He leans in, staring intently at the communicator, although he doesn't expect Dezel to show up any better than he himself would. But the voice...]

[Video]

[Hello SS Tourist! There's a blue-haired girl in her late teens broadcasting from somewhere in your ship, and she's got kind of a shit-eating grin on her face. Aren't you all so lucky? She gives a mocking little two-finger salute.]

Yo ho ho shipmates, I'm Chloe. I'm new.

[So informative.]

While I was over there playin' boredom-games on the Marvisa, somebody told me that the food out here is pretty much shit. So, I might have made sure I stockpiled some before I got hit by the shuffle.

[She pans her phone over to show that she is in the kitchen, and there's some not-processed weirdo space food on the table.]

Anybody wants some can come and get it. Better hurry before it's gone though.

[Yes she is bribing people with food to come be her friend. Oops?]

[Action]

[Her feast announcement made, Chloe plopped down in one of the chairs, boot-covered feet stretched out onto another as she munched on something-or-other from her haul and waited for her new crewmates to turn up. How'd she get it here? Don't ask too many questions and ruin the moment, man.]

[More Action, Later.]

[And she can be found wandering around the ship, getting the lay of the land, poking her nose into all the places it does and or doesn't belong. She's got a cigarette between her lips, but it's not lit for the moment, just anticipating when she finds the right place to light it, probably.]

[Not having a door to her own bunk is a bit of a concern, she could be found standing outside of the various named doors frowning. Hmm.]

[AND EVEN LATER STILL ACTION.]

[So Chloe is now the ship's medic. Which is a shame for pretty much everyone involved but at the moment she has run of the lab. And that was where she can be found, headphones in her ears, blasting music that is just a bit audible through her earbuds and might be The Clash. She is humming to herself.]

[She has the medicine storage cabinet opened and is taking stock of everything, spreading it out on one of the counters, making little rows of various types. Because someone thought it was a good idea to put her in charge of drugs.]

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[Dezel also wasn't expecting to hear their voices. He's, uh, kind of expecting to be in seraph heaven or whatever the fuck kind of afterlife awaits him. Maybe a reincarnation back into a human? He didn't think too hard about it while it was happening, he was just so happy to finally do something good in his life.

But here we go, that's definitely two people he knows very well. His fingers tighten around the communicator enough that he presses a few buttons by accident.]

You-- you two had better not be dead. [He tries to keep his voice even and only halfway succeeds. It's already turning into a growl by the time he finishes...] After all of that, I'd better not hear that you, of all people, just gave up!

[ Was there no reprieve to this shuffling in sight? From one foreign environment to the next, Alisaie finds herself at wit's end with the change in her surroundings. At least this one had come with preemptive warning as the young Elezen stepped through the corridors. She'll pause every few steps to inspect something up close or to turn her head in the direction of a sound she can't recognize. Her mood tempers the longer she explores, cooling down in favor of taking in the sights around her.

The kitchen is one of her stops though she only stays long enough to try the pumpkin-spice meat before tucking it away to save for later. If she's fortunate, she'll find something edible to consume before she's forced to indulge in this abomination.

At some point in her exploration, she comes across the bridge and the communicator's station easily enough. As surprising as it is to discover that she knows what the buttons do, she won't push anything out of fear of who may answer the call. The aspiring scholar will leave that to individuals better suited for the task and work on familiarizing herself with the layout. While larger than most buildings found in Eorzea, the size still seems rather small for a vessel.

It's all rather fascinating though she remains true to the course of exploration. If this was to be her home for an undetermined amount of time, it was best to be familiar than to be ignorant with it.

Note: Alisaie is a rather small elf-like girl with bangs long enough to cover her eyes. Quick size reference even though that's her twin brother. She recently made a broadcast here. Huntress folks feel free to add me on plurk @

gudako. Feel free to hit me up with anything, she will go everywhere and anywhere on ship. ]

Edited 2016-02-02 08:26 (UTC)

[It's that there, that snarling righteous anger masking his obvious worry that really hits right where it hurts most. He'd thought he would never hear that again. The days had passed and Zaveid had done what he could to fill that jagged hole inside Sorey's soul where Dezel had rested, maybe out of a sense of pity but he couldn't have replaced the person.

Despite the depth of his heart Sorey isn't easily moved to tears, but he finds himself bowing forward and pressing the communicator to his forehead as his eyes sting. There's too much- How can this- Where could he-]

We didn't, [Sorey manages. He's vaguely aware of Mikleo at his side and he leans imperceptibly closer to him, offering strength just as much as he asks for it.

Dezel remembers. This isn't a reincarnation scenario, if those even happen between seraph lifetimes. It's him. Sorey's shoulders tremble.]

Dezel I swear we didn't, Rose told us and we moved forward. You have my word. [That had been the hardest, the most cruel. Moving forward when Rose had shed tears fkr Dezel's sake, when the other seraphim fell silent at the lack of a familiar voice with theirs, a presence missing at their sides. For weeks, all Sorey had wanted to do was lay down and sleep and search for his missing seraph in the space between dreams.]

Edited 2016-02-02 08:34 (UTC)

1. Arriving on the SS Heron. (cw: vomit.)

[To be honest, SS Heron's claustrophobic layout is downright nostalgic for Shinji Ikari. He has had plenty of experience with sitting in a tiny capsule, unable to move very much in any direction. (It's a long story.) But when he's made to board the ship, it's clear that he isn't accepting of his new surroundings. More than angry, he seems terrified: he's as white as a ghost that has been dipped in bleach. He's even starting to hyperventilate--oh, this is an actual panic attack. At least he's more responsive than when he appeared on the Marsiva. Probably a good thing...

But it isn't long before he finds a nice, quaint corner to throw up in. Repeatedly. All of that above-average food he ate in the Marsiva's cafeteria turns into an indescribable splatter on the floor. Thankfully, Heron is equipped with helpful cleaning droids that should ensure the mess doesn't linger.]

Sorry, [he says to the droid, when his heaves subside. He rubs at his mouth and the tears in his eyes.] I'm so sorry. I'm... [And he'll apologize to you, too, new shipmate. He never learned how to cope in any healthy way.]

2. Inside the kitchen.

[Eventually, Shinji channels some of his horror into something more constructive than being sick in corners. He can be found in the kitchen at times, poking at the food machines, a distinctly bland look on his face. This food is probably better than what he's used to, but he doesn't know what to think of it. Right now, he's in the middle of experimenting with the options available. His varied creations end up strewn across the counter as he, somewhat obsessively, puts together entrée after entrée of whatever. If a poor shipmate seems at all interested in soft-serve strawberry peanut butter or liquid-gel bacon licorice, he mutters,] You can have it. I'm not hungry.

3. Hanging out in the medical bay.

[Even though Shinji can withstand many painful things, he's grateful for the amount of supplies in the medical bay. A replenishing stock of basic painkillers? Wonderful. Is there anything in here that will cure his insomnia? God, yes. He tries to be discreet about what he's taking, since he has no idea if he's allowed to have this stuff. Either way, he definitely isn't trying to raid the ship's supply of Nyquil. He just wants to sleep fitfully for once in his life.

If you interrupt him, he's quick to avoid eye contact and hide his hands.] I was just looking around, [he says quietly.]

4. Wildcard! Give me any sort of prompt, or leave a blank comment for a custom scenario. Feel free to contact me/add me on Plurk at glowmoss.

Edited 2016-02-02 08:38 (UTC)

[ No one really uses the medical bay. They hardly ever need to, the worst case that could ever happen here is someone running out of painkillers. It's the light and sound within that draw him to it, and he frowns at the smallish kid now on the ship. Jim's an imposing figure even when he doesn't mean to be, but he steps out of the doorway and into the room so he's not blocking the only escape. ]

What are you looking for?

[ Anyone abroad the SS Golden may just have the complete, absolutely, not-at-all misfortune of waking up, well, not alone. Because whether they laid down for a quick nap or settled in for the night, at some point Sascha not only discovered them...but also saw fit to climb in next to them and huddle right up.

So they might just wake up with the world's laziest vampire draped across them, cuddled up to their side, hugging their arm...you name it, he'll do it. Sascha may even be chewing on their clothes in his sleep and have given them a nice big wet spot.

Whatever the case? You have a free bunkmate, yaaaay♥ ]

[So tall... Compared to Shinji, who's barely more than five feet, this guy is mountainous in the way of adults and intimidating for it. Shinji turns around to look at him head-on, radiating wariness from every pore. He doesn't know how to trust adults after all that has happened to him. Still, he decides it's probably better not to lie about what he's doing.]

Something to help me sleep.

[His voice is slow, soft, and hesitant at the edges.]

If that's okay.

Edited 2016-02-02 08:55 (UTC)

[Mikleo reaches out almost unconsciously and winds an arm around Sorey's shoulders, supporting him, as if the gesture could shield him from this pain. It's a bittersweet feeling- hearing the voice of one they'd seen disappear, supposedly forever. Hearing the words that assumed they had shared his fate- meaning that fate hadn't been miraculously avoided.

They'd all handled the aftermath of Dezel's end differently, but Sorey and Rose had felt it most. As relieved as he is to hear the wind seraph alive and well again - somehow, inexplicably - he can't help feeling cautious and protective. What if this is some sort of trick...? What if this is an empty illusion from their captors, like Symonne toying with them, and all they'll get out of it is a repeat of this pain? He doesn't want Sorey to hurt like that again. He's worrying about enough already.

...but...]

What Sorey says is true... we followed your wishes. There's no way we could give up after what you did.

[Trick or not- he's not about to throw away the chance to speak. Not when- maybe-]

[Ahsoka isn't a crewmember of the Heron, but she has a slew of friends there-- Padmé, Jim Barnes, Vima-- so she visits often, and with her odd, alien appearance she's not easy to miss, either. Skin a shade of dusty-orange that isn't even found in a fake tan bottle, strange white markings all over her face, and striped horns that seem to protrude both out of the top of her head and also down the side of her face. In other words: if Shinji's been out and about on the ship at all prior to this moment, it's very possible he's seen her around before chatting to one of the other passengers.

In any case, Ahsoka is strolling past the medbay unaccompanied at that moment when the sound of Shinji's rummaging draws her attention. When her chirpy "Hey, what's up?" is greeted by Shinji's guilty look and "I was just looking around," she just looks at him in confusion. One eyebrow raised.]

... You ... know you can have whatever medical supplies you need, right? The standard stuff all replaces itself.

[His expression eases slightly as he hears Sorey's rough tone. It gives away the promise even before Sorey voices it. Mikleo's voice chiming in helps, too.

Dezel's grip relaxes just enough that he's no longer threatening to break the damn communicator in half. He remembers how to breathe again and the wind continues telling him that he is not dead, that he is in fact very much alive, and that everyone else on this ship is too. So he was freaking out over nothing.]

... Thank you. [A pause, and the camera angle changes so that it shows... the same room, just slightly lower. He's sitting down in the middle of the hall like a jackass. But whatever, no one's around at this very moment so he-- he needs a moment. It's not like he says 'thank you' a lot either.]

-- Rose...

[He can't feel her anywhere.]

a. (SS Vanquish, hallway)

[Kaworu probably looks like he belongs out here in space, with his moon-like complexion, eyes like Mars, and most of all, his very strange clothing, a plugsuit that clings to him and seems very space-y indeed.

At first glance, his brows are drawn down and inward; he roams the corridors while he runs a hand through his hair and sighs. Sighing is something he doesn't really need to do — it's a psychosomatic habit, something to do just to relieve stress. It isn't really working. But if he catches sight of a new crewmate, he'll do a complete 180: his face mellows and softens completely, looking gently glad, the crease at his brow traded in for a smile. The hand at his hair raises instead in greeting.]

Hi. It's a pleasure. [It's a genuine appreciation for company... even if this isn't the company he wants most.]

b. (SS Vanquish, kitchen)

[You'd think this was a candy shop with how happy Kaworu looks to be getting food. First, in a cup, he mixes a little of every kind of drink the ship offers. Then, worse still, he can be caught mixing every type of protein. Each gel, paste, and solid is getting smeared together. Kaworu takes a spoonful of some of the mess, declares it Delicious out loud, and then adds a little more of something else. Soon, his plate is a hideous pile of mush, and Kaworu's loving every second of it. If you're near him, he'll eagerly ask,] Want to try it?

c. (SS Heron, hallway)

[Heron, this boy isn't one of yours. He's an intruder who's almost certainly going to overstay his welcome. He's at least dressed a little more normally by the time he first visits the Heron, having traded his plugsuit for a charcoal utility jumper... But any ounce of normalcy he's managed is probably offset by the fact that he's carrying armfuls of bedding around the ship. It looks like he's stripped a bunk and has just taken off with the linens and pillow. (He has.)

If he comes across any of the Heron's actual crew, he stops in his tracks and asks,] Excuse me; where are your sleeping quarters?

(Hello, crewmates! If you don't mind, Kaworu has a permissions post regarding souls here. Feel free to find me on plurk at

sodapoppet for plotting!)

Edited 2016-02-02 09:23 (UTC)

[Shinji's life is so uncertain, so unpredictable, that he wants to hoard what he can while it's there to be hoarded. The jacket he's wearing (over a futuristic bodysuit) only has two pockets, but he's cramming aspirin right into them. Anti-nausea tablets, too. He doesn't want to get sick again, if he can help it.

Ahsoka's interruption brings with it a fresh wave of nausea. Her appearance isn't disgusting or anything--he's just very much out of his element, very far away from home. His best friend is an alien, too, presumably from outer space, so he won't stare overly long at her odd features.]

I didn't know that, [he replies, deadpan.] No one explained that to me. [He has the aura of someone who's beyond tired of their own ignorance.]

I'm here. Where are you?

[Maybe there should be an explanation alongside that text, but Shinji might realize by now that Kaworu isn't really one to detail. What he means is that he's just boarded the Heron — has just boarded it, fired off a text as soon as he stepped foot onto the ship. The moment Shinji's location was made available to him, Kaworu abandoned his own crew in favor of his latest promise. He's here to see Shinji. He's here to comfort his friend.]

[The ship they're standing in isn't exactly a big place. Shinji can't hide himself away for very long... but he's such a mess that he's going to try. Now that he's more aware of himself, he's more aware of his humiliating behaviors. Crying like that, getting sick like that...

Kaworu deserves a better friend than a basket case like him.

Shinji decides not to reply, not yet, if only so he can continue washing his face. And his hands. And then his face, again. He's rinsing out his mouth and struggling not to sob in between watery mouthfuls. He swears he can still taste the digested remnants of kiwi paste. He swears. His small, frightened noises seem so loud within the confines of a bathroom.]

... Oh. Well-- that's fair.

[Ahsoka tilts her head-- she can't sense nausea, since it's not an emotion, but you don't need to be a Jedi to see that something is clearly Not Ok here.]

Are you ... feeling all right? ["You seem a little off-colour," she almost says, before realising-- no duh, Ahsoka. He's in the medical bay.]

[ There's being five feet and colossal and then there's being five feet and — this. Small as a mouse, radiating fear. Jim makes a choice, then, softening his expression to one of concern. Skittishness in kids isn't unusual to him. ]

Drawer to your left.

[ Hey, hey, wait a moment, what the hell. ]

Over that way, where you came from. Why?

Oh, I missed them.

[He says this pleasantly, mildly, like it's not a problem at all. And, looking up, he smiles, and raises his laden arms just a little in gesture.]

I brought these. [What an explanation!]

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Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

Dezel | SS Golden | broadcast AND action!!!!! IM A REBEL!!!

ahsoka tano | ss starstruck | action

SPOILERS AHOY - voice

Syeira| Red Fish | A little video and mostly Action

ciri | ss first breath | action

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Chloe Price | SS Tourist | Video and Action oh my.

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Alisaie Leveilleur | SS Huntress | action

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Shinji Ikari | SS Heron (pilot) | action, but also available via the network.

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Sascha | SS Golden | action

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3!

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kaworu nagisa (ss vanquish) WITH BONUS... (ss heron)

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wildcard... text.

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