001 ♱ arrival (video)

[planmade]

Who: Mihael "Mello" Keehl & open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva. Hospitality deck.
When: Current.

[Mihael's eyes blink open slowly, then immediately sharpen. He sits up with a jerk, barely keeping himself from looking visibly panicked, from bringing a hand to his chest to feel for a heartbeat. In that split second after waking his mind is flooded with several thoughts at once, the foremost being that he's alive, which doesn't make sense given what he knows about the Death Note and what he's sure he felt only moments before. If he's alive then there's a good chance that Kira is involved, and that wherever he is would be monitored by the enemy.

But then, this also doesn't seem like Kira's style. The self-proclaimed god of the new world just killed people that were in his way, often even when keeping them alive might have served his purposes better. This means that something has to have gotten in the way of that - an unwritten rule, perhaps, or another shinigami. He'd always been ahead of them when it came to how the books truly worked.

There's a chill, but it's not in the air. He feels it deep in his bones, and he laments the loss of his coat. He hadn't been wearing it when he'd "died", and a glance around lets him know that it at least isn't in the room with him. His vest doesn't do much against the cold, though if it's coming from within an extra layer over his skin might not do much anyway. Is this normal? Part of the process of foiling the note? Having this big of an information gap is infuriating. He doesn't have his gun either, but that's the least surprising revelation so far.

He sits up, sliding to the edge of the cot. The room is completely unfamiliar and sterile. If someone is monitoring him, then they'll expect him to check the door. Might as well not keep them waiting. He's not even sure he should be surprised when it opens. Even if it's some sort of trap, whatever's out here has to be able to tell him more than what's in that little room. The attempt on his life has already been made, and it would be a waste of resources to go through all this trouble just to try and kill him again right away.

Leaving the door ajar for a few moments more, he does a final check of the room to make sure he isn't leaving anything behind. He pats himself down, too, as new additions to his person were very possible in this situation. The bump behind his ear gets a deep frown out of him, and messing with it proves to be too uncomfortable. A bug, perhaps. A tracking device. Both. He'll have to watch what he says.

In his pocket is... not his cell phone. Something else. When he flips it open he's met with an unfamiliar interface - unfamiliar, but not difficult. This is something. It's a step toward figuring out what's going on, and he's thumbing through entries as he finally leaves the room.

Some time later, he finally addresses the network himself.]

Disregard any messages from another I.D. of someone with my name and face.

And you. You'll talk to me.

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Closed to the crew of the SS Red Fish

[planmade]

[The following cheerful message is broadcast to crew members only some time after his assignment.]

Red Fish, huh? Looks like I'm your new engineer.

To keep your ship running at peak capacity, you'll need proper fuel. By which I mean I'll need proper fuel.

You get me chocolate - bars, not this protein shit, as dark as you can get it - and I'll keep things running smooth without much complaint. Deal?

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[interstices]

[Asuka digests the information silently. Did they not have an engineer before? Well, they apparently didn't even have a pilot before her, so that honestly tells her as much as she needs to know about how well the show's run. At any rate, she's on video after a few seconds, expression at its typical, affronted best.]

There isn't any chocolate here.

[planmade]

I'm aware of that.

[If he could just come by chocolate easily he wouldn't have even said anything. But he has very little money right now and he'd rather not spend it all on his own eating habits.]

But if the flavor exists the original source should too. Perhaps on a ship with a better upgraded kitchen, or in shops on our pit stops.

[interstices]

[Asuka hasn't been here much longer than Mello has. And he has a point about the shops, but even so.]

I'm not stealing to fill your stomach.

[planmade]

I didn't say anything about stealing.

[It's all about spending your own money for his benefit.]

[interstices]

I don't have any money, moron.

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[droprate]

Sorry, the crew doesn't run on bribes.

[ They will fight you for chocolate, man. ]

[planmade]

I would think of it more like a donation.

[droprate]

Yeah, I'm all out of charity.

[planmade]

That's a real shame. I may find myself all out of caring later on.

[droprate]

Oh no, now what are we going to do?

Probably the same things we've been doing for months. Without you.

[video]

[collegedropout]

... My guess is your best hope would be the station.

[He's in the middle of practicing some ASL in the kitchens, but he's always got time for some new unfortunate soul being stuffed into their overcrowded ships. Still... what an odd request. Sam's wondering if this guy is like a Gabriel 2.0 or something, craving candy so badly.]

There are a lot of shops down there. Aboard ships? We're at the mercy of what our ship upgrades might provide us. There are a lot of places to choose from off the ship, though.

[planmade]

The idea was for you all to help keep me supplied. It only benefits everyone in the long run.

[He sighs.]

Whatever happened to good old fashioned generosity?

[collegedropout]

That sounds too much like my brother for me to feel generous.

[Snerk.]

I could show you the most likely places you'd find it? If you're interested in traveling on the station. It's less cramped and it's good to know what kind of resources you'll be currently working with.

[planmade]

How humbling.

[No.]

Well if you're going to be one of those types, I guess I wouldn't mind the information.

[collegedropout]

Wouldn't want to serve everything to you on a platter. Where's the adventure in that?

But sure — I'm due to go work again in a few hours. I could kill some time. Anything else you'd like to know information-wise that wouldn't involve a tour?

[child_of_bhaal]

[Well. They had to get someone like this sometime. She sighs before opening her end to reply though.

And the red haired young woman is very firm, though not angry.]

No.

[planmade]

... I was hoping for something less definitive.

[He's going to get space sick, you realize. He just knows it.]

[child_of_bhaal]

And I was hoping we'd never end up with someone who would attempt to blackmail anyone on the ship, in exchange for doing their part, but we've both been disappointed.

[She's still not angry, just matter of fact.</small

[planmade]

I wouldn't consider it blackmail. It's helping someone out in their time of need.

A grumpy, nauseous engineer doesn't make for a smooth running ship.

[He's not even exaggerating, really. He knows how he gets when he hasn't had his usual chocolate intake for a while.]

[child_of_bhaal]

If you'd like to amend your tone and actually ask for help finding your luxury item, then you might find me more amenable. But I won't have you making demands on the crew.

so late MY APOLOGIES

[heavenonearth]

[ woah hey we got a badass over here! cas lifts his brows thoughtfully. ]

Right, so what are you gonna give the rest of us for doing our jobs, then? I like sandwiches and cookies. Be sure to jot that down.

it's too late, i've moved on. our children will never know their father, etc.

[planmade]

It's alright. I can understand if my brand of humor is lost on some of you.

[He'd been serious, of course, but he'd never expected serious answers in return.]

well it's for the best i'm not ready to be a dad anyway

[heavenonearth]

Oh sure, you seem like a real funny guy.

[ mello pls, how did you not expect serious answers, even if cas is only being like 65% serious here anyway. ]

[planmade]

I'm not. Don't believe appearances.

I'm getting a feel for this ship, though. Think I might be in the wrong crowd.

[Not that there are many "right" crowds for him.]