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Who: Arthur
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: SS Red Fish
When: nnnnnow

[Broadcast]

[A young man with dark, slicked-back hair gives the screen a polite smile.] Hey, so I'm guessing a lot of you have been here for a while, and I was hoping for some tips. Any favorite protein food recipes? [- said with some humor to it. He sighs.] I'd really like to get home as soon as possible, but I'm sure that's a common sentiment.

I was wondering if anyone here has heard of a PASIV device. That's P-A-S-I-V. If you don't instantly recognize the name, you most likely don't know what it is.

Oh, I'm Arthur, by the way. [He gives the camera a quick, flippant salute before turning off the video.]

[Action] (Red Fish)

[Arthur sits in the kitchen, picking at his food for a while. After a few minutes of that, he gives up, taking out his red die and rolling it around thoughtfully across his palm.] Feels real.

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I disagree.

[Sye speaks as she walks in. It's time for coffee. And she heads to the cabinet for the proper cup, still giving him a smile over her shoulder.]

Goo is not real food at all. We try to get normal stuff wherever we can though. And welcome to the Red Fish.

[He laughs, startled, and looks up at her.] Thanks. I'm glad to hear that. My stomach's a bit spoiled when it comes to food.

[Because being filthy rich means he spoils himself with food. He slips the die back in his pocket, not hiding it necessarily, but not wanting to compromise its secret.]

Have you been here long?

I don't think wanting to eat things with actual texture is being spoiled.

[She has an eternal prejudice against goo food.]

A little under a tenday short of nine months. But that's not as long as some others.

[Coffee in her cup, with that terrible non-sugar sugar the fleet gives them, and milk, she goes to the table and gives him a polite nod.]

And I'm Syeira, one of the captains. May I?

[She gestures at an empty chair. Yes it's a communal kitchen, belongs to everyone, but it's only polite to ask before you sit with someone.]

Of course.

[He gestures for her to sit down with a small smile.]

Nice to meet you, Captain. I'm Arthur. I guess I should plan on staying for a while then.

[He looks slightly rueful. He was pretty close to a huge pay-out, but shh no one needs to know he's a criminal.]

[Oh Arthur, no one here will mind that you're a criminal. No really.

She takes the seat with a smile.]

Call me Syeira, please. We're not so terribly formal here. No reason to be. It's nice to meet you, Arthur. And yes, I'm sorry. We haven't found a means of getting away from Atroma, yet.

Okay, Syeira, [he says with a smile. He already likes her a lot.] You're terribly nice for someone who's been here so long. I think I'd go crazy.

[She already likes you too, Arthur.]

One ought not borrow a cup of trouble when they already have more than they need. I'd rather make things easier than harder. We're all in this together.

I suppose that's true. [He pauses, growing more serious.] Is anyone from your home here?

No, just me. Which is a mixed blessing. No one I know has been kidnapped, but no one understands my inside jokes either.

I'm kidding. I don't have inside jokes.

[ cas is rumpled and groggy as always, dark hair stuck up at all odd angles, sleep lines still on his face when he trundles into the kitchen area, smelling faintly of marijuana and.. grass? actual grass, like, the stuff that grows on the ground.

he drops into a nearby chair like a sack of rocks, yawning into the elbow of his canvas jacket. ]

Nothing is real before I've had three cups of coffee, buddy.

[Good thing he's yawning because Arthur jumps when he drops down into the the chair, unconsciously touching his perfect suit that he'd cleaned from when he first got there. Unfortunately, that sent his die rolling across the table. He stops it from taking a noble dive off the side, quickly slipping it in his pocket.]

You're not the captain, are you?

[So nice, Arthur.]

[ keep it coming, arthur, cas has a doctorate in dealing with rude jerks. ]

What, of this ship? Nope. [ and, after taking a nice, long drink of piping hot coffee, cas squints at him over the rim of his mug. ] New guy?

[He nods slowly.] Apparently. Wasn't planning on this pitstop, but I'm guessing the people who brought me here don't care.

[He pokes at his food a little more before glancing back at him.] I'm Arthur, by the way.

They sure don't.

[ and it's doubtful that they're going to start any time soon. but cas seems nonplussed enough. he smiles, slow and lazy. ]

Good to meet you, Arthur. Name's Cas. I'm guessing you got the rundown on the Marsiva, more or less.

More or less, [he agrees with a grudging smile.] It seems like I should have a lot more questions, but the situation seems simple enough. If it is what they say it is.

Oh yeah, understanding it is simple enough. Coming to grips with it - that's a whole different story. [ he shrugs. ] But hey, you get used to it. It's really not so bad here.

[Someone is clearly driving while skyping. She's got a cigarette dangling out of her mouth and a slightly distracted expression.]

You can make whatever you want, but the texture's always off. My advice? Grab what you can of real food off the station.

That's good advice, thank you.

[He glances at her surroundings.] You a pilot?

Yeah, I got plenty.

Right now, I'm a cab driver. Fiona Gallagher, Car 28.XV0, discount for Fleet members. [She makes a phone shape to her ear and mouths 'call me'. Her voice is highly ironic though all of this, but she's evidently really driving a cab, so decide for yourself.]

[His lips quirk up in amusement. Confused amusement.] If you stole that cab, I'm claiming I had no idea.

I don't know that anyone could ever be here long enough to get used to that slop, never mind choose favourites. But then, I'm rather new myself, so maybe I'm still spoiled by life on solid ground.

[The teenage girl with the close-cropped hair and black-ringed eyes has a distinct West London accent, and judging by the surroundings visible in the edges of the video, is in a very dark and secluded corner of her own ship. Probably because of the cigarette in her hand.]

Pleasure to met you though, Arthur, I'm Celeste. I have to say, you're taking all this well.

[He smirks, amused.] I think maybe you're right. It's pretty gross.

[Arthur shrugs good-naturedly.] I'm in strange places all the time. I've had to learn to adapt and adapt quickly. And it's nice to meet you, too.

Of course it's real.

[Asuka, passing through with a cup of green tea in one hand, a plate of chocolate-flavored dessert cream in the other, and a typically perturbed expression on her face. Sipping at the tea isn't much of a morning ritual, but it's some badly-needed structure, at least. She peers at him silently for a second, and then extends the plate.]

Do you want this? I'm not hungry.

[His gaze is on Asuka for about .2 seconds before he's watching the dessert.]

Ah, no. ...Well, I mean... maybe. If you're sure.

[He takes it from her, offering her an embarrassed smile.] Thanks. It's hard to adjust to this... stuff. [He holds out a hand to shake.] Arthur.

I'm sure.

[Asuka takes his hand in her own gloved one, shaking it carefully, as if she's unaccustomed to that kind of politeness.] Do you have a surname? I'm Asuka Shikinami Langley. I pilot.

Ah... yeah, I do. Arthur Hall. I'm your new engineer.

[If his last name sounds rusty on his tongue, it's because it is. Having a bit of anonymity with his criminal colleagues has always seemed like a good idea.]

It's nice to meet you. How long have you been here?

About a month. [Hall, that's nice and normal. She pauses, tilting her head.] The last engineer we had is gone, but I don't think he was around long enough to screw anything up.

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[He smirks in amusement.] Good. Although I'm pretty confident I could fix it.

So do you know everyone on this ship?

I know of them. I wouldn't say I know them.

[Taking a swallow or two of tea, she shrugs. She hasn't gotten to know her crewmates very well at all yet, although in fairness, some of them are even more terse than she is.]

Were you an engineer before this? [He's probably just relying on the augment, but she's curious.]

[while one of the Red Fish's captains is a welcomeing face, always there with a smile... the other one hasn't even been making a habit of being found around the ship lately. he comes and goes at odd hours, holes up in his room or the laboratory when he's home, and skulks through without a sound in between.

so, he hasn't exactly been keeping a close eye who even lives in his ship anymore. he tends to leave the greetings to Syeira. but, spotting a stranger sitting at the kitchen table at least gives him pause.

while Arthurt fidgets with his die, he'll have a grungy teenager with one dimly-glowing eye hanging around in the doorway, just silently watching him--totally normal, well-socialized behavior, here.]

[He feels someone watching him and turns, looking at him curiously as he slips the die back in his pocket. His gaze flickers over him, keeping his expression neutral as he does so. The stranger's silence makes him feel strange, though.]

Are you part of the crew?

[he nods, and though there's a huge likelihood that this man will have no idea what he's saying, he elaborates his answer with a bit of sign language--tapping his own shoulder with curled fingers to delineate something setting there.]

[He watches the sign, then shakes his head, understanding his silence now.] Is that sign language? I'm afraid I don't know any.

[He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small moleskine notebook and a pen.] Do you mind writing down what you're saying for now?

[he nods in answer about the whole sign language thing, and only sighs a little before he takes the notebook and writes out in neat, decisive letters-- 'captain.']

If you mix them together and it turns brown, I'd avoid it. [But maybe that's just a totally immature decision that has nothing to do with actual taste.

It's a dismissive joke though, delivered with an easy smile, before he leans a little closer to the camera and grows a little more serious.]

Yeah, that doesn't sound concerning at all. What's a PASIV device? It's not some WMD is it?

Great advice, thank you, [said with a touch of humor and a lot of sarcasm.

He smooths out the front of his suit.] I suppose there's no real problem with you knowing what it is. 'Portable Automated Somnacin IntraVenous Device'. It administers the drug Somnacin and allows the users to enter the subject's subconscious. And no, it's not a WMD.

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Always glad to help. [He is a fan of the sarcasm game.

And the suit. Good choice. He does like a man that understands fashion. He's sporting his own at the moment too.]

Yeaaah. So it's like a brain roofie?

[His eyebrows rise, but his expression remains pretty neutral.]

Well... it was developed for the military, like a training program. It's used with the subject's consent.

[It's totally not used for crime shhh]

Yeah, cus consent and military go together so well. [Not like he has room to judge with the shit the CIA does.] So, are you military then?

[He smirks, amused, and answers,] No.

[He settles back in his chair.] You?

So, it's just a military project that you're interested in? [And there's a quirk in his brow that says he doesn't believe that in the least.]

Nope. [And that's not really a lie. CIA is a whole different ballgame.]

Sorry, no favorite recipes. It's all pretty gross.

[ he should acknowledge what else he's said, but. food. priorities. ] Good luck.

[He laughs.] That's kind of what I was thinking. Good thing I'm not a 'live to eat' person.

Yeah the food here is awful. I mean, I think so. Sometimes you just want a pizza.

[ the station has better food at least, but Atroma, with her over flavored powders and gels? no thank you. ]

But we collect some better food when we stop places, right?

[Squishing the gel with a spoon now.]

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