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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[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.

[t65]

[Luke pulls something labeled 'disinfectant paste' out of the cabinet. Hope that's written in Aurebesh!] Azula, you're hurt. You shouldn't be exerting yourself.

[pyroelectric]

... I am perfectly capable of handling myself. Give me that.

[t65]

[Luke gives out one of his rarely-seen long suffering sighs (he learned it from watching you, Ben). He holds out his hand and makes a gentle motion with it in front of Azula's face, while staring directly into her eyes.]

You want to sit down.

[pyroelectric]

How much more time are we going to waste doing this? Give me the bottle and go back to-- whatever it was you were doing. I don't really care.

[t65]

You must have a very strong will, Azula; you should be proud. [Given what he's about to do, that should sound either condescending or ironic, yet somehow he manages to keep his tone mostly genuine. He then twitches his still-outstretched hand, and Azula may feel herself begin to drift, as though pushed by unseen hands, toward the nearest chair.]

[pyroelectric]

[Azula's eyes widen as she does, indeed, start drifting to the nearest chair without moving a muscle.]

What-- stop that immediately!

[t65]

[Luke uses the Force to gently-- but firmly-- deposit Azula in the nearest chair. I'm his possibly most optimistic move yet, he doesn't use it to keep her there. Now holding an assortment of medical supplies, he walks over to her.] Here. How bad is the injury?

[pyroelectric]

[Azula's stubborn as all get out, but at least she isn't entirely stupid. Once she's deposited in the chair, she recognizes that she's lost. So she stays put. Not without some sulking, of course.]

... It was a disarming shot, not a killing one. [Somehow, that's even more galling.] No vital organs. Small puncture wound, clean through. If you don't hurry up though, blood loss will be a concern.

'im his possibly' why do i phonetag.

[t65]

[Luke is just pleased to see her sitting still.] All the better reason not to overexert yourself. Here. [He hands her a thin cloth lightly covered with disinfectant paste.] Apply pressure and I'll wrap. [Someone's clearly been around the wounded before. He's holding bandage and gauze at the ready.]

Do you want to tell me how this happened?

i didn't even notice. i'm fluent in typo.

[pyroelectric]

[Azula does as instructed. She's not foolish enough to argue at this point. Even if she is going to pout the whole time.]

It was a simple philosophical disagreement. It's none of your concern.

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. ]

[pyroelectric]

[Azula, of course, is metaphorically licking her wounds (and wounded pride) by combining her mandated bed rest with sulking. Of course, they don't look so bad on the surface-- her shoulder and back injuries are hardly visible underneath her (fresh) shirt. The neck is the only thing really noticeable.]

... Enter.

[She even manages to sound imperious saying it. Inside, Azula is sitting upright on her bed, reading The Art of War.]

[ladybro]

[ seriously -- get a load of this gal. kate almost snickers, but she's breezed her way through enough of daddy bishop's board meetings to know when a bit of sass is not the way to go. after all, they gotta live on this raft together. she's already requested one transfer; screwing things up and asking for another so soon would just make her look weak. ]

Cool. Hi. I just wanted to stop in and introduce myself. [ she combs her fingers through loose dark hair and smiles. ] Kate. Kate Bishop.

[pyroelectric]

Azula. Of the Fire Nation.

[She looks Kate up and down once. The woman is clearly athletic, that much is clear.]

... You're late. Your presence was requested on the bridge for introductions some days ago. Explain yourself.

[ladybro]

I wasn't here. [ she answers with a small shrug -- clearly not of the opinion that her absence was so egregious it needed an explanation. or an excuse. ] Can't exactly fulfill requests you never heard, right?

[ but she's not combative -- and not willing to die on this hill -- kate apologies: ] Sorry all the same. I'm hoping to make up for it now.

[pyroelectric]

[Finally. SOMEONE on this ship with some manners.]

... Well, I suppose that will suffice. Don't make a habit of it, though.

Your allocated position on this ship is as the cook, is it not? [There are only four other crew mates here save herself. It wasn't exactly hard to memorize the roster.]

[ladybro]

Mmhm.

[ she's not proud of the position, exactly. but nor is she so bullheaded as to be ashamed of it. her discomfort doesn't originate in her soft upbringing (although she certainly had one of those) -- instead, kate can't help but feel the weight of squandered potential. she's practically an avenger for pete's sake! ]

Everybody's gotta eat, right? And whatever our Atroma overlords did to me -- [ she gestures at her neck, and once again takes pointed note of azula's. did she try and remove her augment? ] It's like they downloaded the Joy of Cooking: Proteins Version into my brain.

[pyroelectric]

... Good. Then, if you truly wish to apologise, you can start with dinner.

[ladybro]

[ shrewd. careful: ] Is that another one of those damned-if-you-don't requests?

[ or is it an order? because this is a line in the sand they better hash out real quick, she figures. kate isn't spoiling for a fight, but she ain't no pushover. cooking augment or no. ]

[pyroelectric]

[Unfortunately, Azula's hardly in a position to enforce orders right now. Significant movement is still fairly painful, though she's loathe to let on.]

Nothing like that. Consider it a friendly suggestion.

[ladybro]

Tell you what. [ her smile returns -- almost a little too sweet. as if her early school years at st. jude's and then later at the hawthorne academy might have given her a first-rate education on how you snake your way through a conversation with other young, rich women used to giving friendly suggestions.

it's a little like a dance. ]

I whip us up something mostly edible. And you tell me what happened. [ to your neck. ] This ship isn't, like, booby-trapped. Is it?

[pyroelectric]

Oh, that. [Azula appears unconcerned-- it's best to come right out with it, after all. If Kate is determined to know the answer, she could just as easily ask Luke or Wolverine. And then she would get the full story. She's determined not to let that happen.]

No, no traps. Although, that is a good idea. ... No, it was a simple philosophical disagreement with another passenger. It's just a scratch.