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.]

Comments

[ladybro]

[ kate's smile is diluted, but at least reaching towards genuine. after all, they've gotta share this ship. no use kicking up dirt -- but she's beginning to wonder just what kind of a disagreement azula must have had with a fellow ship-mate.

using her freshly freed hands, kate grabs some cutlery. the table isn't set to perfection -- indeed, she leaves two forks in the centre of the table. but she forgoes her own, choosing instead to hold the meal by its skewer and rake the first piece off with her teeth. like proper street food. kate chews, swallows, and decides that it's passable. ]

Hey. No problem. It's my way of pulling my weight, right? I just hope we can rustle up something a little better than protein gels before we leave the station.

[pyroelectric]

Of course.

[Finally, Azula takes a bite out of her skewer also, expression unsure for a moment as she chews. After she swallows:]

... Well. It needs more fire-salt. But I suppose it isn't terrible.

[Considering it tastes to Azula like one of the worst things she's ever had, that's practically the highest praise she is capable of giving. Azula can't cook, and she can't go out to the station right now, and offending the cook and getting a new one will take too much time. So she's nicer about it than she otherwise would be. Unfortunately, not that Kate knows that.]

[ladybro]

I'll be counting that as a victory, thanks. However minor.

[pyroelectric]

[Oh good, she's resilient.]

... You should.

Perhaps you have what it takes to survive on this ship after all.

[ladybro]

Oh, I'll be just fine. [ ... ] Provided we're not running on Kirby engines, and no one decides to go on any cute re-naming sprees? Just fine indeed.

[pyroelectric]

[Azula has no idea what that means, but she isn't about to admit it.]

... Of course.

[Instead, she's content to eat the rest of her meal in silence.]

[ladybro]

[ casually: ] Were you on a different ship before this one?

[pyroelectric]

[Azula frowns.]

The Pathstone. ... It doesn't have much to recommend it, in case you were thinking of visiting.

[ladybro]

I was on the Bishop. [ a crinkle of her nose. ] So I asked for a transfer ASAP.

[pyroelectric]

Oh? Ship troubles?

[Far from sounding concerned, she sounds interested. There's nothing Azula loves hearing about more than strife.]

[ladybro]

Bishop.

[ c'mon, azula. you're a clever clog -- or so kate's surmised. a weird and twisted kinda clever who believes monarchies are good things, but! clever. so she simply reiterates the name she's already used in introducing herself and waits for the penny to drop. ]

[pyroelectric]

... You didn't want to be on a ship simply because you shared a name?

I would have thought it a great honour. Clearly, the Atroma are recognizing your prowess, to have a ship with the same name.

[ladybro]

[ or her father's prowess. and she still can't say for certain derek bishop didn't have anything to do with this entire weirdness. ]

I wasn't looking forward to the confusion. [ she mostly-lies. ]

[pyroelectric]

I suppose I can see how it would be confusing to a simpleton. But no matter. You're here now.

[ladybro]

[ a nod. ]

Home sweet home, right? [ kate chases another piece of protein down with her fork. ] We'll make the best of what we've got. And it's exciting -- kinda like christening a new vessel, you know? Bottle of champagne on her hull.

[pyroelectric]

... Indeed.