Blameless Mingle

[shishkebub]

Who: Those who are without blame
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Blameless
When: Whenever we feel like it! Gawd!

[A brand new crew has been assigned to a brand new ship. Can they find it within themselves to get along? Find out next time! Or you know, in this actual log.]

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this is your captain speaking | ota.

[t65]

[For the first few hours after teleporting on the Blameless, Luke is missing. Maybe you caught him in the most initial of initial rushes, where he was clearly trying to get the hell out of dodge. He's polite, but insistent.] Oh, I'm sorry, but I really have to- excuse me- [Bye, Spacelicia.]

[Later, he's back and his usual self. You may find him inspecting the cockpit with a critical eye. He doesn't seem best pleased by this arrangement, but he's doing his best not to fall to temptation and touch anything. He's not a pilot, after all. Joy.]

[As the ship's engineer, he's going to be tinkering a fair deal. In one of the various Blameless corridors, he's managed to open some of the interior paneling, and, well, stuck himself inside of it. His legs dangle out of a wall, and if you listen closely, you can hear him whistling a tune while he thinkers with the ship. A gloved hand eventually sneaks out of the wall, as though he knew you were there, and his muffled voice sounds through the wall:] Can you pass me that hyperspanner?

[ancillary]

[ Miranda also took to making the rounds of the corridors of the Blameless. Enjoying this sudden windfall of elbow room but not pretending to find anything agreeable about what she had been given to work with. Flicking through the ship's manifest with the occasional click of her tongue, tutting at whatever little detail failed to clear the high bar of her expectations. ]

Working out of a damned shoe box. [ She mumbled, stepping over the legs sticking out interior paneling without missing a beat ]

Hmm? Certainly.

[ The voice was familiar - that had to have been newly minted captain and stopgap ship's engineer. With a flick of her wrist the hyperspanner was lifted off the ground as a flickering blue light surrounded it before being gingerly placed in Luke's outstretched hand.

Because manipulating physics was the best option when simply bending down to pick the hyperspanner would be too much effort. ]

[t65]

Oh! What was that-? [That felt-- odd. Like nothing he's ever felt before. He takes the spanner, but in a moment he's squirming his way out of the wall. When he emerges, there's some engine grease smeared on the bridge of his nose, and his hair's a dusty mess. Eyes wide, he looks to Miranda with open excitement.] Well, hello! I wasn't expecting that. You'll have to tell me how you did it.

[Said as innocently as humanly possible, despite the fact that, inside the wall, it would have been impossible for him to see anything.]

[shishkebub]

[They'd bumped into each other early and Logan had given the kid one of his best snarly "do that again and I will gut you into next tuesday" looks that always went over well with people.

Now, much later, they were both in the cockpit. Except Logan was in the pilot's seat. And he had a cigar. And he seemed to have absolutely no interest in piloting. He even had one foot dangled carelessly between the arms of the control wheel. Seeing Luke come over to take a look only gives him cause to tilt his head back and glare.]

Can't ya see I'm busy here, kid?

[t65]

[Luke is trying not to wrinkle his nose too obviously at the smell of the cigar.]

You don't look very busy to me. [Half whiny, half cheeky amusement.]

[ladybro]

[ -- so, there is one crew-member who hasn't exactly been around. one might even think she'd been conspicuously absent, but with a whole station's worth of diversions beyond the docking bay, it's entirely possible she's spent the last while roaming the streets. so to speak.

it's a few days after the blameless's addition to the fleet that this lag-behind cook rejoins her mates. she's got a bag slung over her shoulder and seems to have picked up some decent threads in the station's garment district despite both her newness and the fleet's financial crisis. she has clint barton to thank for that.

striding down the corridor, she comes to...a pair of legs. huh. she's about to step over them and continue about her business, when: ]

Uh, what's a hyperspanner?

[t65]

[There's some shuffling, and after a month a panel in the wall opens. Luke is sitting behind it, and he pokes his head out. There's a smudge of engine grease in his hair, sticking a clump of it down to his eyebrow.]

It's the yellow one. Have we met?

on-board loudspeaker announcement

[pyroelectric]

[Luke Skywalker? Who's that? Who cares. Azula sits herself down on the bridge in the captain's chair and readies the microphone. Time to push some buttons. See what her new crew is really made of. Right now everyone is still new and in disarray. In other words, there won't be a more perfect time.]

Attention passengers. This is your new captain speaking.

Congratulations on winning the ship lottery. You see, I intend for this crew and ship to be the finest, most sought-after in the Fleet.

Before we start anything, however, I think some introductions are in order. As such, all crew members are to report to the bridge at their earliest convenience.

You may refuse, of course. Though it will be interpreted as a lack of desire to be a team player in what is very much a team effort, and result in your immediate ejection. I have no interest in forcing anyone who doesn't want to be here to stay, after all. If you don't think you can hack it-- well, you know where the door is. Otherwise, I'll see you soon.

[Announcement end. She'll be waiting.

Time see where the chips fall.]

[t65]

[Excuse you, Grey DeLisle.]

[But let's be real here, Luke's a team player. And after you walk into Darth Vader's Take Your Son To Work Day, nothing really scares you anymore. So he listens to the loudspeaker announcement, and opens a panel in the wall. After a few moments, he's disconnected the loudspeaker, so she can't make any more announcements and cause a potential panic.]

[Then, still whistling, he walks up to the bridge and knocks softly on the door.] Hello? New captain?

[He sounds... amused.]

[pyroelectric]

[Azula's reclining in the captain's chair, looking utterly relaxed and one hundred percent at home. Like she was born to be there.]

That would be me. And you are...?

[ancillary]

[ And Miranda thought Jack had been a handful. If your hearing is sharp enough you might be able to hear Miranda's eyes rolling into the back of her head though the door. ]

While your proselytizing of what I'm sure is a stellar range of skills that would only benefit the crew is certainly adorable I'm afraid it's worn its welcome.

We're all very impressed you learned how to lock a door - now if you're quite finished.

[pyroelectric]

[Well, here's a lady who doesn't take crap from anyone. Azula can appreciate that. Of course, if it becomes a problem, that's another matter...

Unbothered:]

And you are...?

[shishkebub]

[Somehow, Logan missed the memo and the announcement. Having been hobo-ing it up in the station since landing himself on an overcrowded ship, he'd only just got around to checking out where his new ship assignment was that he had requested. The Blameless was as unfitting a name for a ship for a man like him. But there was a bed in it. So that was something.

He boarded the ship to have a cursory look around while a different set of cleaning droids followed him. This was good because he had arrived on the ship with a large, thick meatball sandwich he'd picked up a few blocks away and it was dripping bits of sauce on the ground which the droids were only too eager to schlurp up in his wake.

Logan paid no mind to the kid sitting in the captain's chair. She seemed to look comfortable up there and hell, why should he care? He plopped himself into the Communications chair and put his feet up on the control panel. There was a halfway decent view of the docks from where he was sitting.]

[pyroelectric]

[Hm. Tardy, insubordinate and much too relaxed. And a middle-aged man who looks like he's seen some combat to boot. She suspects he could be an asset if she could get him on her side, but already she's anticipating that he's more likely to be a thorn in her side. What a pain.

Azula has already memorized all the names of her crew and their positions as stated on the crew roster-- it isn't hard, there's only five of them, and one of them is herself. She's already met Luke and Miranda, and this man doesn't look like much of a "Katherine." Which makes him--]

Logan. Kind of you to join us.

sniktbubbing | ota

[shishkebub]

Logan wasn't a big believer in this whole maintenance gig the Atroma had decided to sic on him. What it seemed to mean was an annoying cadre of droids following him around while he toured the ship. They were doing enough of the cleaning for him that it hardly seemed necessary for him to do much to help. The first thing that he did was lay claim to the single cot that had been labeled captain. This was not because he particularly cared for being a captain, but out of a stubborn refusal not to have to deal with bunkbeds. Besides, with him smoking and eating in that bed, would anyone want it after him anyway?

Following his skirmish with their so-called captain, Logan was in a fouler mood. Where he might have been halfway good company beforehand, he now looked like a madman ready to snap at anyone. Consequently he was sitting outside the ship in the Starlight hangar with a cigar in one hand and a bottle of booze in the other. Eleven other bottles were in a case next to him and it seemed likely he might just finish off the whole dozen. Getting into a fight with a teenage girl and doing what he did was not going to be counted among his prouder moments. This was how he was going to unwind.

[ladybro]

She got the news a few days ago -- transferred, just as she asked, to a new ship. Blameless. Well, at least that had very little to do with her. Kate picked her way through the Starlight's hangar as she tried to locate this new ship and her new crew. Honestly, she'd been dreading this moment. Already, she found the ships to be a little too close quarters and she much preferred one of the nicer catered inns on the station. But Clint's money would only go so far and it was about time she picked herself up by the bootstraps and made her own way in this fleet.

So, with an inchoate wardrobe (bought with Barton's credits) shoved into a reflective-surface futuristic-looking version of a duffel bag, she showed up right where she was meant to be. And there was Wolverine, sulking on the ship's sorta front step. It was the kind of moodiness that seemed to permeate a whole space. Musky.

Kate bit off a bite of some alien-y sandwich wrap. She chewed, silent and thoughtful. And she swallowed. "Hi, bunky."

It was an educated guess.

[shishkebub]

Even though he saw her coming, he had made no effort to offer her any greeting or acknowledgement up until the moment she was in front of him and interaction became an inevitability. He'd assumed this was merely some social call, as he hadn't bothered checking the ship's manifest. Her greeting shattered that theory.

He grimaced. "You're kidding me."

sometime after the shuffle

[revivo]

"You look comfortable."

Sara's been beamed aboard the Blameless and even started meeting people, but one of her priorities is to get out of these ships and onto the station ASAP. About a week trapped on the Marsiva was long enough, even if her ability to go outside now is only an illusion of freedom. She'd just padded out into the hangar when she came across Logan's set-up.

[shishkebub]

"An' you look new."

Logan was still sour about the ordeal with Azula, though time enough had passed that he was only spending time drinking and smoking because those were just ordinary sorts of things to him - and because the droids didn't follow him outside the ship. It made him no more welcoming than it had a week ago. He did at least seem to recognize her as he gave her a second glance.

"Got dropped on this junker, eh?"

ota

[pyroelectric]

[So, if you wander on to the Blameless today-- perhaps to scope out the new ship, perhaps to say hello to the new crew-- you might get a nice surprise.

And by nice, we mean all the lights are off.

Or, if you're a little bit later, perhaps you wandered in after the lights were back on again and found a trail of fresh blood near the entrance. If you follow the blood to it's source, rather predictably, you will end up at the med-bay.

In it is Azula, alone, rummaging through all the various cabinets with what looks like some difficulty. She's divested herself of her armour (which sits on top of one of the beds), and is clutching one hand to her opposite shoulder tightly, breathing heavily. Her blouse is naturally red anyway, but... it doesn't hide the large blood stain on both sides of her shoulder quite well enough. Well! There's your source!

She uses her injured arm to rummage around one-handed for what she's looking for. The room itself is somewhat of a mess-- she hasn't exactly been taking the time to look carefully and put things back where she found them. The pain is keeping her from moving as quickly as she'd like, but she can't make herself go slowly, either. She makes a small noise of frustration as she slams another drawer, unable to find what she's looking for, and mutters under her breath.]

Where is it!

[Alternatively, if you would like to run into Azula a little bit later, you can always find her sulking in the med bay or in her quarters after having her injuries taken care of. She will have changed shirts of course, but there's a bandage around her neck and she'll be moving pretty slowly-- if at all.]

[t65]

[Maybe the Force is just calling out to Luke, maybe he's not a complete idiot and knows to check med bay when he finds a trail of blood leading to it. He really misses his lightsaber, he thinks for the first time. Even a blaster would do in a pinch...]

[And then he sees Azula clearly bleeding, and all concern for his safety go out of is mind. He nearly leaps forward to begin opening cabinets.] You lay down, Azula; I'll get it.

[pyroelectric]

[Her pride is already severely wounded-- hell if that doesn't just make it worse. Ugh. She should've just burned the wound and been done with it before anyone came along. Through gritted teeth:]

Don't tell me what to do.

azula's quarters »

[ladybro]

[ kate bishop misses all the fun. or, in this case, all the fury. having spent most of the last few days spending clint barton's credits on a beginner wardrobe and maybe a few exotic alien spa treatments, she's only now coming to roost (properly) on the blameless.

she's met skywalker (scream). and she already knows wolverine (sorta). but who's this, hm? kate might have embarked upon her twenties with the grace and gravitas of someone to whom adulthood is well-suited, but she's definitely eager to meet the other youthful face.

she just doesn't expect it to sit so evidently above a bandaged neck. huh. kate knocks on azula's door with a spirited rhythm. ]

late month »

[ladybro]

[ the blameless is getting settled. names are known and jobs are sorted. kate's even managed to get into the swing of preparing meals for a group of people. what she won't admit to anyone is that the proteins make it really simple: low-effort cooking for low-effort taste. eventually, they might want to think about springing for fresh ingredients from the starlight before the fleet inevitably drifts on. surely, if everyone chipped in a few credits...

and that's what gets her thinking. they are all of them poor! most of them are new and still learning their way around the fleet's customs. most of them don't have much in the way of a savings account, and that's frozen so long as they're docked at the station.

so that night, after supper (stew of beef-flavoured protein cubes served with fresh real rolls), kate sets up a glass jar. from now on, it's displayed prominently in the blameless's kitchen. ladies and gentlemen, behold the ship's official SWEARS AND ATTITUDES JAR. whenever someone's being naughty instead of nice, they're compelled to deposit a few credits (or at least an iou) into the awaiting jar. bad language, aggressive growling, or snotty comments will all cost you. (and kate knows she's particularly guilty of the third item on that list.) ]

And by the end, [ kate (gesturing broadly) rounds off her explanation to whoever might have stuck by to listen to her caper, ] we should have enough to buy ourselves some nice things. Like real meat! Or our own rooms. I for one am really craving a little privacy. I'm sure you are, too -- so it's for the greater good. Honestly.

[revivo]

I'll be on my best behavior.

[sara promises lightly, picking up the jar to give it a look. swears and attitudes...she could feel her wallet getting lighter just looking at it -- if she had any money at all in the first place.]

I love donating to causes, but I'm broke.