driftfleet | A Tourist's guide to a February Mingle

[ Kara's been doing her best to adjust to the new situation she's found herself in, but even she might (begrudgingly) admit that the sleeping situation isn't the best. She feels bad for the newer crewmates who may not be as settled as they could be, and will periodically "casually" pass by where they're staying to "casually" check up on them.

In any event, her normal cheeriness may be flagging slightly—being in space is hard work, and this is a lot less yellow sunlight than she's used to—though she'll try her best not to let it show as she familiarizes herself with the ship and its crew ]

Edited 2016-02-08 04:35 (UTC)

_{[ Well, this is going to be his new home, then is it?

It's certainly a downgrade from what he's used to, which will take some adjusting, but complaining isn't going to do any good so he won't bother. Besides, he isn't the type to sit and complain about his situation anyways. He's the type to do something.

Which in this case means exploring what there is to explore of the ship. A captain should know every inch after all. He's not the captain, of course - which is another adjustment - but that's no excuse for not knowing the layout of the ship itself. Besides, he's to much of a social person to simply stay holed up in his room and ignoring the whole thing, obsessing over how to get home.

So he will be popping his head into open rooms, working in the kitchen, exploring and poking at piping and other electronics, least of all because he has some working knowledge of all this stuff already. If there's an area to work out he uses it or makes use of his room, and he can probably be seen spending time finding any material to read up on and doing so. No, definitely not an idle man, this one.

And of course he'll be saying hi to all his new crew mates. ]}

_{[ Kara, you really should knock louder or something when "checking" in on people. Or perhaps Kirk just needs to learn some manners. Who knows how it happened, but it turns out that when she "checks" on Kirk, he's naked from the waist up. He's not a particularly muscular man, but he's lean with the faint shadow of musculature across his arms and stomach. There's a few scars here and there from childhood mischief, but perhaps the most eye-catching thing was his tattoos. Yes, tattoos - two to be precise.

One on the inside of his right forearm, currently being braced at the door, depicting a series of numbers that look very like coordinates, but a few to many to have been just longitude and latitude. The other is down his left rib cage, a series of letters and numbers with a symbol between them in bold black strokes.

He grins when he sees who it is, his free hand moving to his hip. ]}

Coming to collect on that coffee date already?

[ Kara, who's in her casual lounge clothes, with her hair down and her glasses on, blushes something fierce. Apparently having alien physiology doesn't prevent her from blushing. She stares agape for maybe a moment too long before squealing and apology and looking away and down, hand shielding her gaze from him ]

Sorry!

_{[ Oh, she's really cute when she blushes. But he can see he's tormented her enough for the moment, so he just chuckles and steps back into the room so he can grab his shirt and tug it on before returning to his original position at the door. ]}

There, I'm decent now.

[When he popped his head into the medbay he'd find a blue haired young woman in torn up jeans and a labcoat, absently sorting through things to pass the time before she heads out onto the station. She has earbud headphones in her ears, and the volume on them is loud enough that it could be identified as some kind of punk rock music, probably the clash.]

[Her back was to the door though, so she had no idea anyone was actually there. Which meant she was singing along with her music quietly. Whoops?]

Ohmygosh I am so, so sorry. I didn't even— You're on this ship? Of course you're on this ship. I didn't say that to be unwelcoming because obviously I want to welcome everyone. So welcome! To the S.S. Tourist! To be honest I'm not sure I could name everyone since I've only been around for like two weeks but everyone's been really nice so far! Well, to me anyway. Do you have a place to stay because I have an office now apparently and the office has a couch and so we could probably work something out, oh unless Chloe is going to sleep there but I think she has the med bay—

[ is she breathing? can you tell? you might need to stop her before she overheats between the combination of blushing and rambling ]

_{[ She's not quite what he expects to see in a medbay, but then this entire fleet is not a thing he has ever expected in his life. Besides, he should know about not judging on appearances, and he tried to make it a habit in life not to do so. Still, it's hard to chase the thought of rebellious teenager when he first gets a look at her.

But, he can appreciate the taste in music. He has to smile, listening to it, moving into the medbay and after some consideration decides that touching her shoulder is the best way to get her attention (though he's braced for a possible swing). ]}

Who is that you're listening to? And does that get Beastie Boys, by any chance?

_{[Wow, she... has a heck of a pair of lungs on her. It's all really rather cute, reminding him of that girl next door vibe, the one who doesn't know she's adorable, and can't see a man flirting with her from two inches away, and is practically given the vapors at the sight of a naked human male body. He hadn't been around one of those in years. ]}

Why don't we start with going to get the coffee first and go from there?

_{[ He's butting in, but he's worried if he doesn't she might forget to breathe and CPR is not the best way to start a stay on the ship. ]}

[Chloe really was in her own little world, and the punk gave a start when he touched her, whirling around in surprise and relaxing only when she saw it wasn't some axe murderer or photography serial killer. (Long story).]

Shit man, don't scare me like that. Uh.

[She plucked her earbuds out of her ears, leaving them to hang down her shoulders. Huh. He was actually pretty cute...]

It's just my phone. [She pulled the little machine out of the pocket of her labcoat and held it up.] It's only got the music I had stored on there.

[Which might include Beastie boys but she isn't sure, thinking about it.]

[ she looks almost relieved at his interruption ]

Coffee. Yes. Okay. Let's do that.

[Fenris really needs to get better at greeting people when they arrive and not...a while afterwards. Meeting new people to the ship is never a top priority for him, unless it happens by accident.

He can be found in the security room, sharpening his greatsword. He hasn't had much call to use it for several months, but that doesn't mean he won't in the future. Given how everyone is being packed into the ships like sardines, Atroma must be planning something.

He glances up as Kara walks past, giving a grunt. That's like saying hello, right? ]

[Fenris isn't really interested in saying hello. All these extra people are taking up his space, and it's making him crankier than usual. He wanders through the kitchen, rummaging around for something not disgusting to eat, only turning his head marginally in Kirk's direction before moving to sit at the table to eat his protein blob in silence.

Isn't it GREAT to make new friends? ]

[ she notices him and turns toward him, waving a little reflexively ]

Hi?

[ it's a hopeful introduction. is this a conversation opener? ]

[Ugh. That is way too much happy. That's like Merrill levels of happy. Fenris stares at her blankly for a moment, before letting out a grumpy exhale. ]

Hello.

Am I interrupting anything?

[ she's still hovering in the door ]

_{[ He thinks he's starting to understand how to handle you Kara - that is, handle you as in keep you alive via making sure you breathe once in awhile as you talk. ]}

Good. I think I have the coffee maker figured out. Luckily we used replicators on my ship, so they seem to work in a similar fashion.

_{[ He motioned for her to lead the way in the narrow corridor, shutting his door. ]}

_{[ No doubt an interesting one, though one has to wonder how either of those things would get onto the ship when as far as Kirk could see this Atroma was pretty picky about who got to go where. ]}

Sorry - I didn't realize you were that deep into your music.

_{[ He flashes her that winning grin as a way of apology, hands going to his hips as he looks around the med bay. Definitely not what he was used to, but honestly he should stop telling himself that. None of this going to be on par with the Enterprise.

He looks at her phone curiously, a sudden light coming on. ]}

Wow, I haven't seen one of these since that 8th grade class trip to the history museum. Can I see?

_{[ He really was very curious about it - a chance to handle real life history! ]}

_{[ There's always one on the ship, isn't there? In ways, though, he finds it comforting. He was so used to having a grouchy southern gentleman prowling around his own ship, that having someone fill the gap made everything a touch easier to adjust to. Now, if only Fenris had a southern drawl... or no, that might be a little to eerie.

He had been fiddling with the coffee maker, needing a caffiene boost and the contraption proving uncooperative. He glanced to Fenris briefly before turning back to the machine. ]}

I don't suppose you know the magic phrase that will get the coffee maker to be pleasant once again?

[ she does so, tone a little less chipper than she'd let on before ]

Sorry. This is just still a very new and very overwhelming situation. I mean, how often do you wake up on a strange spaceship? Wait, don't answer that. I think we have different frames of reference.

[That smile was pretty hard to be mad at. Damn. It didn't quite melt her the way he was probably used to though.]

It's cool, don't worry about it.

[She hesitated at his request though before she finally popped the headphone cable loose from the phone and then held the little machine out to him.]

I know it's not the latest model but it's only a year old, man.

[Someone doesn't really get the time-difference thing yet.]

Actually, not very for me either. I'm not in the habit of cheating on my goddess.

_{[ He means his ship, but she was a silver goddess to him, his one true
lady love, his home. So yes, he might be rather in love with it, but she
was new and sparkling, and had been ready to go where no man had gone
before. ]}

Or getting kidnapped. It's one of the few things that hasn't happened to me up until now.

Goddess?

[ come on man, you need to expand on that ]

_{[ He took the phone, tapping at it curiously, clearly not used to the
motions necessary to work it - but more because he was far more advanced in
terms of technology. He was in the land of holograms and sub-space
communications, but it didn't take him long to figure out the swiping
motions necessary to work it. Luckily most computers worked that way now,
and the translation was easy. ]}

Haha, sorry, I'm from the year 2260 - Earth Standard Time. Where I'm from, tech like this is in museums and collections, not practical use anymore. It did pave the way though. Twenty-first century technology was pretty inventive.

_{[ For the first time he had the good grace to blush and he rubbed the
back of his head, laughing a bit at himself. ]}

It's what I call her sometimes - the Enterprise. My silver goddess. I guess it makes me some kind of strange romantic, but that's what she looked like to me, the first time I saw her. This beautiful creature that would carry me out to stars yet unexplored.

A Tourist's guide to a February Mingle

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