002 - Video/Action for the SS Paisley - Invasion of the Punk Rock Chicks.

[helladoomed]

Who: Chloe Price, those poor unfortunate people on the S.S. Paisley, and YOU! Yes YOU!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: For the S.S. Paisley
When: The tenth!

[Video]

[Chloe is wandering through the space station when she clicks on her phone. She's sans-beanie today, her blue hair and purple roots visible to the world, and is dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt, and also the lab-coat she swiped from the medbay on the Tourist. Apparently that's part of her wardrobe now. Whoops?]

Yo! [She has a cigarette in her mouth, unlit, but she reaches up to grab it with her free hand as she starts talking.]

Question for all you space-people who've been at this way longer than me. Any idea how to grow plants on a spaceship? From seeds? Like, I don't know, what shit I need to buy or where I can get it or just how the hell to start.

Got a...basic idea, sort of, but I figure askin's probably better than stabbing around in the dark hoping I get lucky.

Anyway, thanks in advance. Long-term promise to make it worth your while if anybody gives me a hand.

[She grin and then stops walking finally. She's seemingly gotten wherever she needs to go and...is she at one of the ship docks?]

Hey, Paisley people! I'm comin' aboard. Time to see if you all are as cool as Max keeps insisting. Personally, I'm skeptical, but hey, never know.

[She grins and mock-salutes the camera, then clicks it off.]

Paisley Actions

A. The Tour

[How'd Chloe get on board? Did someone let her on board? Because now they're stuck giving her the tour. Who wants to show the blue haired teen around the ship? First come first serve just on this prompt.]

B. Snooping

[Chloe ditched her tourguide, and now she's just poking her nose into all the various compartments on the ship, looking for interesting things...or people. Mostly people. Don't worry, she won't steal anything, she has to be nice to all of Max's friends, right? Sure. Let's hope that's true.]

[Chloe can be anywhere for this, just come across her exploring or have her come across them while she does so!]

C. Max's Office

[And eventually Chloe can be found in Max's office, door open, sprawled out on the couch or looking through the desk or just kind of bumming around waiting for Max to turn up. She has clearly made herself at home already. Oops?]

Comments

[helladoomed]

...Sort of?

They're in a bag of something else.

[percolates]

You are being awfully suspicious.

[helladoomed]

Maybe I just don't feel the need to announce my hobbies to the world.

[percolates]

It's only natural to ask, seeing as you've asked about how to grow things.

[helladoomed]

Maybe I just want a little flower box in my room on the ship, hmm?

[percolates]

Relax. It's your business. [WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT TO BEGIN WITH THO Ciri knows this teenage game.]

[helladoomed]

[Chloe just rolls her eyes.]

So anyway. How're you settling in, huh?

[percolates]

Well enough. My ship is a quiet one. What about you? Have you been down to the station?

[helladoomed]

Yeah, a few times. Had to go out there to see Max.

[percolates]

Have the two of you been getting into trouble?

[helladoomed]

We've been perfectly behaved.

[But she's grinning. So far anyway.]

[percolates]

For now, you mean.

[Yeah, she knows that grin.]

[helladoomed]

I have no idea what you could mean, of course.

[percolates]

I'm sure.

Sometime when you're not busy we should go explore the station together. [She's been doing it solo and it's not as fun.]

[helladoomed]

Hey sure, I'm down for that.

Gotta warn you, I'm still pretty much broke.

[percolates]

I've come across some money. We'll have some fun.

[helladoomed]

Can't argue with that.

Whatcha got in mind?

[percolates]

Clothes, perhaps. The clothing we've been given is... somewhat more restrictive than I'm accustomed. [Jumpsuits why. Also, probably a bar because no one told Ciri about drinking ages.]

[helladoomed]

I'm not gonna argue with that. All I've found is the awful t-shirts they sell. There's gotta be something better, right?

[Oh no not a bar.]

[percolates]

I haven't taken a look, but we'll certainly see.

[helladoomed]

Can't hurt, right?

So when should we meet up?

[percolates]

Whenever you'd like. My schedule is painfully open.

[No contracts, no impending doom--what's a girl to do?]

[helladoomed]

Tomorrow?

I've got a busy day of annoying Max's friends planned.

[percolates]

Tomorrow. Don't cause anyone to come after you with pitchforks in the meanwhile.

[helladoomed]

No promises.

[ooc: So how shall we swing this?]