001://Action + Broadcast

[willak]

Who: Raylene Carter & the good folks of the SS Paisley
Broadcast: To SS Paisley
Action: SS Paisley
When: RIGHT NOW



Hallway

The SS Paisley was a little cramped, and a little crowded, but it was better than Tyson and that was what she held all her standards to. It allowed her to feel like something shitty wasn't actually that bad. As long as it wasn't Hillbilly Holler, it was good.

Well. Almost.

Ray was finding the hallways a bit of an issue, whenever folks needed to get through it - if they had more than just their own body it meant someone had to duck into a room. At least sticking to the walls meant foot traffic could single file their way down. But forget it if there was more than just two people though.

Ray wasn't interested in getting closer than she needed to to someone else, so she pressed her back up against the wall when she saw someone else approaching and gestured back the way she came.

"Go ahead."

Bunk Problems - Broadcast to Paisley Crew

Ray doesn't know how to tell everyone to come to the same part of the ship. She also doesn't know how to convince anyone to give her her own bunk.

So she'll just. Say it. Through a video. Because that's easier than tracking everyone down and herding them like cats.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor."

There. Do with that what you will Paisley crew.

Armory

Ray doesn't think much of it when she heads into the armory one day. About the knowledge that's now in her head and muscles. She goes through the inventory admiring the guns, and figures she might as well clean and dismantle them to get used to it and be useful.

She takes one one of the automatic weapons down from it's place on the wall and is... a little startled at the speed with which she managed it.

"Didn't think Pinky's lessons would help that much...," she murmured to herself before straightening out the pieces on the work surface.

Time to look for something to clean it with.

Kitchen

No more pb&j. Ever again. She had enough of that on the Marsiva. But getting used to this 'flavoring' business was really... weird.

She'd been sticking to mixing chicken flavor with other suitable things just to make it taste less fake, but eventually she had gotten a little more creative out of need for variety.

Still. 'Unflavored'?

Ray looks towards the closest person and sneers in an aside, "So what the hell does 'unflavored' taste like?"

She's brave - but there's no way she's trying it first.

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Comments

action; bunk problems

[theshabbiestofmen]

[The Paisley isn't enormous, and so Remus experiences an odd duel-echo as Raylene makes that blunt little message. Are they over capacity, then? Odd, but not entirely a problem. He sighs and climbs to his feet-- he'd been reading in his bed, but he's read the book before.]

You don't have to.

[Mildly said, as the twenty-one year old comes into the kitchen area. He's scarred and tired-looking, but not half as bad as he used to be.]

I'll share with James, if you'd like. As you're new and all. A please would be nice, though.

I'm so sorry Remus

[willak]

[Ray doesn't say please like he wants her too - she'll never get around to it either - she's too caught up on the fact that he just...is letting her have his bunk with no expectations.

There's a catch. There has to be.]

Seriously?

[If she sounds dubious that's because she is. Extremely. Clearly this guy wants something in return right?]

she's nicer than loki or theon ok

[theshabbiestofmen]

[A shrug.]

Kidnapping is ordeal is enough. It seems cruel to push you into sleeping on the floor as well. Besides, they'll expand the ship soon enough. They usually do. Though-- and I can't emphasize this enough-- please don't just bark out what you want. We're all more than willing to help; we're all in the same position.

sad standards

[willak]

[Raylene's mouth twists in consideration. She seems to be reevaluating the guy until -

he mentions barking.

She can't help but laugh. It's surprised out of her in a yelp and she swallows it down in a smile, like he told her an inappropriate joke.]

Alright. No barking.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[His mouth twists-- he has his own joke regarding barking, thank you, and they'll have to talk about that eventually, but--

For now, he offers a hand.]

Remus Lupin.

[Werewolf McWerwolf, at your service.]

[willak]

[For a second, it looks like she isn't going to shake his hand but... well, he's being nice. For now.

The least she could do was return the courtesy. Until proven otherwise she'd have to treat everyone like she treated Pinky. Or...

no not like him. Never like Hector.

She shakes it firmly, but snatches her hand back quickly like a child being dared to touch something gross.]

Raylene Carter.

[Miss. Not!Werewolf , pleased to meet you.]

[ Video — Bunk Problems ] [ + bonus other options ]

[axeboyfriend]

[ Shinjiro presses the button to his communicator after considering his option for a moment. ]

I can find a corner of floor somewhere to sleep.

[ Hell, he'd lived in an alley for two years. This was probably cleaner, at least. ]

[ Med Baby / Science Lab ]

Let's see if there's anything that I—

[ Shinjiro moves around the room with an assurance that would tend to indicate that he knows what he's doing in this place, if nowhere else. He's takin stock of everything in here, moving things neatly so as to not mess up whatever system of organization the other Lab Support officer may have going on in here. ]

[ Hallway ]

[ For his part, Shinjiro seems to have decided to explore the layout of his new living quarters. He's checking out each room that doesn't seem to be a bedroom, at the very least glancing through the door and getting an idea of what it is before he moves on. He doesn't actually greet anyone, he just shuffles by them, his shoulders slightly hunched and his hands tucked into a red pea coat. ]

[ Kitchen ]

[ Shinjiro drags a hand over his face as he looks at the different gel texture options available. ]

And here I thought Aather was bad... At least they had real food.

[ Honestly, how the hell is he supposed to cook without any food options? The kitchen, cooking... it had been one of the few sources of pleasure he'd allowed himself to indulge in. ]

Video

[willak]

No worries, I got an offer.

Re: Video

[axeboyfriend]

[ Shinjiro blinks and his mouth parts slightly, momentarily taken aback. His face quickly smooths back into a neutral expression. ]

Well, at least that solves the issue, then.

[ He can't say he's not relieved, at least. Beds are more comfortable. ]

[willak]

[Ray remembers Remus told her to be nice - and she's not interested in making the people she lives with hate her so... being nice.]

Thanks for the offer though.

[See? Nice.]

[axeboyfriend]

[ He shrugs. ]

It's not a problem.

[ Well, she's doing perfectly fine by his standards. ]

med bay!

[stefanged]

[Visitors to the Med Bay are unusual, much less so when they're walking around and touching Stefan's stuff.

He'd left to make himself a cup of tea, which he holds carefully as he glances over at the other guy. The Paisley's Med Bay is impeccably clean, well-stocked with medicine as well as herbal remedies & cures from various planets, (they could probably survive an apocalypse) and with a small desk that's got dozens of papers in a neat file. Stefan's used to the space, and it more than shows.]

You looking for something?

[axeboyfriend]

Huh?

[ Shinjiro glances up from the pill bottle he'd been looking at. ]

I'm checking out what's available. [ Shinjiro pauses briefly. ] You the guy in charge of this place?

[stefanged]

Technically. [Stefan lets out a sigh of relief. This isn't Theon Grayjoy 2.0, thank God.] I'm Stefan Salvatore, lab support here on the Paisley.

You're my new crewmate, right?

[axeboyfriend]

Yeah, that's me. And, uh... [ Shinjiro glances around the room. ] I think I'm lab support, too.

[ He pauses, clearing his throat. ]

I'm Shinjiro.

[action - kitchen] i am laaaaate

[huaaaaagh]

[Kirito's wandering in to make himself a sandwich, so apparently he's the lucky closest-person today. He hesitates somewhat awkwardly - because whoa, hey, another new person, and he is so, so wary of new people right now - but it would be rude to ignore her. Not to mention, he can't judge all newcomers on the merits of one, right?

So, okay. Attempting normal human communication again.]

I tried it once. It's not recommended.

no worries~

[willak]

[Raylene might not be the nicest girl in the world, but she's at least less abrasive than Theon though that margin isn't exactly hard to beat. She purses her lips in consideration before going for the tried and tested teriyaki flavor.]

On a scale of one to 'hell no', where would you put it?

[huaaaaagh]

Ahaha. Well, I wouldn't say "hell no", but... close, I guess. It's edible, but it's such a boring flavour that why would you even bother? It's like comparing water to coffee.

[willak]

Think I'll steer clear of it then.

[If she's gonna be in space, might as well be more adventurous than 'unflavored'.]

You human?

[huaaaaagh]

[He was really not expecting that question.]

Wh- huh? I mean- yes...

kitchen; slides in late

[stefanged]

"Plain yogurt, I guess." Stefan wrinkles his nose, turning towards the counters to make himself a cup of tea. "Not that we've had to eat protein for a while."

This must be one of the new girls. Joy. While he's trying not to act like she's an intruder on his space, he's kind of irritated at the overcapacity problem.

"You're one of the new crewmates, aren't you?"

[willak]

"Exciting."

Well as long as she has that to look forward too... might as well stick with teriyaki then, but at least she can guess instead of wondering.

If she's picking up on the mild hostility from Stefan she doesn't seem to care. That is, if she's picking up on it. As it is she simply smiles at his question. Playing dumb is her super power.

"What gave me away?"

[stefanged]

"The confetti," Stefan teases, gesturing towards her hair. With every shuffle also came confetti that lasted far longer than it had any right to. (Or well, if she's managed to remove it all, she's far more skilled at it than Stefan was.)

He's grumpy, sure, but he also knows he has to live with her, so... he's not gonna openly be a jerk.

"I'm Stefan, by the way. Lab support and your first mate, so if you ever have serious questions about this place, you should direct them to me."

[willak]

"Oh shit," she smiled in a rare unguarded moment of embarrassment and squished her fingers through her hair - she didn't want to disturb the nest of curls it was any further and make it a frizzy nightmare.

She did find confetti there though. Ugh.

"And I thought glitter was bad."

Pinky used to have sometimes wear it for shoots and it always got everywhere.

"Ray. Uh...security? I guess?"

[stefanged]

"I think confetti takes the actual cake. I'd offer my shampoo, but..." He's also pretty sure it wouldn't do much for her hair. He shrugs. "Actually, you know what? Until you figure out what you'll use, go for it."

Not like he needs a lot of it as it is.

"Awesome. We've needed a security person for forever." He reaches out for a handshake. "We don't run into trouble a lot but when we do, weapons would help."