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

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?]

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I'm not sure I want to be anybody's experiment. [She grins and then steps away, twisting around and hopping up onto one of the medical beds to use as a seat.]

Oh. So like church. Or...space church, I guess. That's cool.

Got a lot of people who go there?

Not even remotely. "Space church" implies that Christians run the show. Which they don't.

[This one's a little bitter about a thing called Christian privilege. Careful where you step, Chloe...]

Kind of. I don't keep track of everyone, but we've got more than a few regulars.

[Chloe got that impression and she held up her hands to relax him.]

Hey man, I didn't mean anything by it. Religion and I really have nothing to do with each other.

Sorry. It's just... [sigh] Look, there's a lot of different faiths out there. We do have devout Christians, but we have devout people from all walks of life and all kinds of faiths. Polytheism, light sources, God with a capital G...

And when you come from Earth and you're a practicing Muslim, hearing something like that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Interfaith means everyone, not just the Christians.

And I didn't mean church like...I just meant like a building for religious shi...stuff.

[She just shrugs.]

It's all the same to me.

[Religion happened to other people.]

Ah. [Now he just feels embarrassed.] I haven't dealt with it much on the Fleet, but it's happened often enough that I get... well, like I just did.

[And in the blink of an eye, he's back with a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Freshly-baked!] Let me know if I get weird about it again.

It's cool, man. I can't call anybody else out their temper. Glass houses an' shit.

[Ooh, cookies. Yes she will have...many of them...]

Maybe just don't assume people are attacking when they're don't actually care.

[He snorts. "I wish I could." It's a nice sentiment, and one that may actually be plausible on the Fleet.]

That would be a good thing to keep in mind. [...] So are you gonna put a transfer in anytime soon?

You mean to here?

[Did Chloe look a bit embarrassed about that question.]

And whhhhy would you think I'd be doing that, hmm?

Because you know Max, and typically, when friends show up... they go to where their friends are. [he shrugs] Remus transferred because he and James were close back home.

I was gonna transfer to the Starstruck, but Elena and I needed our space.

Max. We're still putting a few things together, you know? Probably better off if we don't jump right into...

[She stops suddenly. Religion had come up earlier, after all, and he was clearly a pretty religious Muslim.]

Uh. You're not gonna get offended at two girls dating right?

Of course not.

[That would explain the sudden embarrassment, he realizes in hindsight. Stefan shakes his head, though he can't quite keep the smile off his face.]

If you love her, and she loves you back, then that's all that matters.

[Whew.]

Hey, you never know.

I think we do though. I mean, I know I do. I mean...

[She just sighs.]

Fuck never mind.

It's complicated? [Boy, does he know that feeling.] Remind me to tell you about Elena later.

Until you figure it out, you're always welcome here.

Yeah. Kind of.

[She grins.]

Thanks. Gonna end up sticking around a lot anyway I bet.

Good. I wouldn't have it any other way.

[He grumbles and moans a lot, but when it boils down to it... Chloe is important to Max, and Stefan gets that feeling. He gets it a lot.]

Mm.

[A thought she had been having though.]

So you and Alex are like a thing, right?

Yeah. We're not from the same world or anything, but when you're with someone like her for a while...

[He gives a small, almost shy shrug] One thing led to another. I think it's been four months now?

Four months. Longer than anything I can claim, anyway. [She snickers.]

But like...how do you deal with those tiny-ass rooms?

I mean, it's either those or one big communal room. I can't say I miss the cots much.

[As well as, you know, lack of personal space.]

Yeah but...[Hrm.] Oh never mind.

Anyway. You think anybody around here will care that I'm snooping?

[Had he said something wrong? Stefan tilts his head.]

Probably not. As long as you're not opening drawers like Theon, you should be okay.

[He's just too good for his own good.]

I wasn't planning on it before but...

[She trailed off as if she was considering it, then grinned.]

[He laughs, turning his head to try (and fail) how amusing that mental image is.]

I mean, I don't think anyone was planning on it, and then here he comes, rattling through everything like the Apocalypse was upon us.

Fine, fine, no snooping.

You guys kick his ass or something?

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