WE'RE ALL WEIRD PEOPLE & WE LOVE IT

[mylegacy]

Who: the caprine shitshow
Broadcast: none.......
Action:
When: right meow

[when life gives you lemons throw them at your crew]

[specifically the captain]

[actually just throw everything at the captain he's got a hard skull he can take it]

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[nextlineis]

[Hey Caprine, once again you've got some music on rotation. (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6) You can send your complaints to your captain or your (honorary) first mate. You'll probably find Joseph loafing about in the pilot's seat, Cloudy in her dog bed nearby. He might be reading comics, he might be napping, he might be dicking around on his communicator, he might actually be doing his job. Who the fuck knows honestly?]

[But when he's not actually at the seat, he's actually working hard with Cloudy. He's been lucky to have her and to have the crew not mind having her around, but that doesn't mean she can run wild. So sometimes he might still be on the bridge or he might be in the communal bunk, on the floor with her doing some training with her. (No, not hamon training. Calm down. Dogs can't do hamon and Joseph hasn't been replaced by an evil twin.) They warm up with some doggy push-ups (read: sitting and laying down repeatedly), but then it's onto the very hard stuff like stay and leave it. But you know, someone with very little impulse control themselves trying to teach it to someone else (even if that someone else is a dog) was never going to be easy. Still, Joseph and Cloudy seem to be having fun with it and it always ends with a lot of slobbery kisses and belly rubs, so I mean. You win some, you lose some.]

[mylegacy]

[It's honestly hard to figure out what to address first, Caesar muses when he enters the bridge and leans against the doorway, watching Joseph. The music is the first thing. None of it actually goes together, which is vaguely aggravating already, but what are these lyrics . . . how many motherfuckers can there even be?]

[And then there's the training, which seems to be going well until Joseph gives in to dog cuddles, because isn't that typical. Caesar sighs a little and crosses over to crouch down next to Cloudy, deliberately ignoring Joseph in favor of ruffling her ears.]

Hi, you.

[jojo who???]

[nextlineis]

[Okay, losing Caesar's attention to Cloudy isn't the worst thing in the world. Cloudy's certainly ecstatic about it and starts wiggling, giving his hand kisses that were previously dedicated to Joseph. And that's okay, too. Besides, if Caesar feels like ignoring him, Joseph will just make it impossible to do so successfully and leans over to kiss Caesar's cheek.]

You missed it. She stayed for a whole five seconds earlier!

[mylegacy]

[That was so weird . . . who just kissed him? It was probably Cloudy. Cloudy is pure and good. Not like that other person. Bland? Egg? Him?]

Did you stay for five whole seconds? Did you?

[oojaboo........]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph actually does not fuss at being vaguely ignored. Mostly because Cloudy is losing her fool mind right now and the wiggling around has intensified exponentially. She's upping her cute game trying to get more scritches out of Caesar. Give it a minute though and more Joseph's obnoxious tactics will be unloaded to get Caesar's attention. For now, he just leans heavily on Caesar and hums along with the music.]

[mylegacy]

[My god, he will never tell a soul but this dog is really fucking cute. Maybe she's not the worst addition to their little . . . cluster.]

[And it's because she puts him in a good mood that he gives up eventually and leans over without looking to drag Joseph over by the collar. It's only when he's close that he looks up. And smirks.]

Hi, you.

[nextlineis]

[Stop being so tsundere about a dog, you weirdo.]

[Joseph's able to stay patient just long enough that he doesn't start causing a fuss. Cloudy, on the other hand, is devastated about having to share the attention as can easily be guessed by how she's trying to wedge herself into Caesar's lap. Joseph grins at Caesar though.

Oh, it's my turn now?

[shoujoreject]

[As usual, Qing is keeping mostly to himself in the ship. Things are a little quieter without Mal (though not much, definitely) and he's not sure what he thinks about that.

When he's not checking up on lab supplies and/or reading medical books, he's usually in his room sewing. Or reading. Or drawing. Actually, mostly sewing or drawing at this point. He can also be found in the kitchens, inspecting the new upgrades.

Once or twice, he can be found muttering in Cantonese about the oven, as he works to make something sweet for the crew. There will be (less angry, though it's hard to tell sometimes) muttering too when he's working with what foodstuffs he's got, creating a suitable dough for potstickers and the like.]

[mylegacy]

[COOKING ...... EYEZOOMS]

[Or, more descriptively, here is Caesar poking his head into the kitchen when he gets a whiff of that telltale dough smell, not to mention hearing that frustrated muttering. He's been quiet so far, but food though.]

. . . Do you need a hand?

[shoujoreject]

[What is--oh. Qing looks up at Caesar, giving an awkward little smile.]

Ah. I'm just having a little difficulty getting the consistency on this pot-sticker dough right. I wouldn't turn down help.

[He tugs at the edge of the dough again, which is too thick and bread-like currently. Not nearly enough stretch. He figures it must be a water ratio thing, but it keeps doing this. :c]

[mylegacy]

Mm, I've never made it before but I can try.

[He steps into the kitchen, a little less tentative now that he's been given permission.]

What's not right about it?

[shoujoreject]

It's too... [He mutters something in Cantonese, shaking his head.] Doughy. It needs to have more stretch.

[He gestures a little as he speaks, plucking off a piece of the too-thick dough and stretching it in his fingers - well, as best as he can.]

They're like... ah, what are they called again... pasties? You fill them with meat and vegetables, fold them over, seal and fry them.

[mylegacy]

Oh.

[He smiles a little, bright and optimistic for a change.]

I can help with that, then. I'm better with breads than pastries. Here — push it over, I'll see what I can do.

How big are they meant to be? [And then, almost immediately:] What language was that? I don't know it.

[shoujoreject]

Ah... about the length of a hand--

[He pauses as he pushes the dough over, laughing.]

Well, my hand. I guess it's about 12 centimeters? [And then he blinks at the question.] Ah, Cantonese. I get a little tripped up when talking about food, since mother and father never really spoke English in the kitchen.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Five million years later Your new communications man pulled a Garfield shortly after arrival and, except for things he absolutely can't do up there (like sleep, but he's working on that one), refuses to come down. No, seriously; the man, in addition to looking like the devil in a blue fur suit, apparently can cling to surfaces well enough to scurry around like some kind of Dracula. On all fours usually, unless he's in a room high enough to walk upright. This is his idea of being considerate.

Though he has yet to actually perform the task his augment dictates, when he's not spending his waking hours exploring the Caprine or off of it entirely, Kurt's either reading whatever communications manuals he can find or exercising in the cargo bay. He still doesn't come down from the ceiling for this, so the treadmill remains untouched. He can be found doing any of the aforementioned tasks, because he's such a social butterfly in this strange environment.]

[shoujoreject]

[Well. People on the ceiling. That's.... that's new.

Qing looks up when the sound of something above him catches his attention, and opens his mouth to say something before pausing for thought. That. He. What.]

.... Er... hello? [Does he welcome him to the ship, should he ignore him, he just doesn't... know......]

[ecclesiophobic]

[He's actually sitting cross-legged, scrolling through network posts on his communicator. Not that he's answered any since that survey about professions, however. When Qing addresses him, Darkholme looks down at him.]

Hello, you. [The voice is a perfectly normal masculine one, with a distinct German accent. The owner tilts his head, his faintly glowing yellow eyes the icons lie narrowing slightly. It's rare Kurt can't tell gender at a glance, and yet he's not certain whether to call this one miss.]

finally returns from the void oops

[shoujoreject]

[What a strange creature. Qing offers a soft smile, his head tilting just to one side.]

Sorry, I wasn't sure if I was interrupting something. Are you a newcomer to the ship, or just visiting?

[ooc: also if you want to drop this and handwave I'm good for either!]

[moonofmylife]

[Dany can be found in the communications office, sitting in the cramped room behind a desk with a cup of tea, fresh from the kitchens. She was lost in thought but of what, she wouldn't say unless pressed about its importance. The conversation she'd had with Robb Stark was still on her mind and she wasn't sure what to make of the boy king anymore than he was of her. It was a matter she had put to rest in favor of tending to her duties as a Communications Officer - a job that was now occupied by three people.

If anyone meant to come looking for her, the office is where they would find her with her cup of tea. She might be staring down into the muddy water as the earthy aroma spread from her cup in little puffs of steam or she might be reclining in the chair with her eyes closed. She wasn't napping but it did help her think.]

Closed to Riona
[She hadn't seen much of the Blue Fish, yet, but she supposed that perhaps Riona had not visited the Caprine before either. Dany was warming up to the other girl, glad that she could have one friend that wasn't solely trying to advise her and wasn't male. The only other girl she'd really been friends with had been Misandei and she was no where in the fleet, left behind in Mereen with the others.

Dany waits for her to arrive on the Caprine with an almost earnest excitment. She did hope that she could make her feel welcome and that the two could get to know one another more. All the same, she would have tea and snacks waiting for them in her office. It was the one place she had to sit by herself when the kitchens were occupied.]

I hope the trip over was well enough?

[She stands, hands clasped in front of her, as Riona approaches. She wore a simple dress, still mastering sewing without a handmaiden to do it for her, and delicate shoes to match. She hated the clothes they'd been issued, feeling far too constricted in them, and opted for her barely passable made dresses instead.]

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[bryces_pup]

[Admittedly, Riona has barely seen any of the other ships. She was on one for a bit, but there was an injured dog and that sort of eclipsed everything else. It wasn't a proper visit at all.

So she's a bit curious as she finally comes onto the Caprine. Mentally she takes in all the differences between her ship and this one. Not in a judgmental manner, but rather as simple curiosity as to how the other ships were set up compared to hers.

Eventually she wanders down the main hallway, trying not to peer in too much into the other rooms in her search for Dany. A few tries later and she spots the khalessi in her office. She knocks gently on the door and smiles.]

Found you. I hope I'm not too late.

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[moonofmylife]

Not at all.

[Dany is already busying herself with neatening up her desk, making sure that there's room for tea and food and no need to point out any disorganization. She missed her handmaidens, even if she had no problem cleaning up after herself, but even just casual occurrences made her feel vulnerable without her ladies or her guards. It was still taking time to get used to.]

I've only seen the Blue Fish once, I'm afraid, so I'm sure the Caprine can't compare to it.

[She'd seen it when Robb Stark had asked her to meet with him and that had gone about as well as anything, when the conversation was about her flying dragons into Westeros. He had no idea what would happen to him and she had no intention of telling him such, or that his input on her affairs or whether she united the kingdoms mattered little to her because of it. She was diplomatic with him for the sake of his sister, the eldest living Stark child that she knew of.

The Caprine didn't have separate bunks like other ships and so she stayed in her office whenever she wanted privacy or quiet. There were few women aboard the Caprine that she could talk to or relate to. Riona had quickly become her only real friend, even if the girls hadn't quite talked their personal lives completely in depth. ]

Would you like tea? I'm afraid the ship is somewhat lacking for wine unless someone brings it onto the ship.

[She used the strange machines in the kitchens to brew their drinks, finding she enjoyed it over the other strange drinks called 'soda' but juice came in a close second.]

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[bryces_pup]

Oh, I would love some. Thank you.

[Tea is always good. And it seems a point of commonality amongst many. Despite all the different worlds and whatnot, tea existed across many of them in some form or another. It amused her a little, that of all the things so many worlds would share, tea would be one of them.]

You were on the Blue Fish? Were you visiting someone?

[One of the Starks, most likely. They did come from the same world, but she continues to play dumb about it for now. Westerosi politics sounded like a nightmare, and that was only from the little she gleaned from Sansa. She would not throw herself into them unless necessary.]

[moonofmylife]

[Tea was nice common ground for her to walk on with so many strangers in her life. It gave her something to talk about, a needed conversation point when she was unsure of where she fit in with people at times. She felt restless not being able ot go home.]

Yes - I was. [She thought about not telling her about it, but Riona is aware enough of how politics work and Dany felt as if she could trust her somewhat. Whatever her feelings were about the Iron Throne, at the end of the day all she wanted was her home to be at peace. She wanted to go home, the same as the Starks.]

I met with Robb Stark at his request.

[Casually, she stirs her tea and watches the tea leaf dredges swirl around the bottom in little speckles that dotted the bottom of her cup.]

How familiar are you with the Starks that are aboard the Blue Fish?

[Sansa was someone she wanted to get to know as well, though Robb was making it hard for her to get along with him and find some common ground.]

[bryces_pup]

[Riona takes a seat, mentally preparing herself for the conversation ahead. Whatever turn it'll take, at least she'll have some tea to go with it. She gently picks up her own cup, quietly inhaling its aroma as Dany explains her trip to the Blue Fish.

So she met with Robb. Knowing what she does of Robb, she imagines that there's a possibility it didn't go well. Though he's a decent man, he can also be stiff and far too serious at times. And who knows just what they were discussing.]

They are my crewmates, so I have some familiarity with them. [Honesty met with honesty. The siblings are not close with her, though she's spoken with Sansa and Robb on a number of occasions. Bran, not as much. And she's spoken with Jon Snow only once.]

Robb is a good, earnest young man, though he could benefit from lightening up a tad.

[moonofmylife]

Ah, so he is like that with everyone, then? I had a hard time trying to speak with him.

[She takes a sip of her tea, feeling her hands tremble slightly as she contemplates opening up about the issues between their families. Perhaps Riona could counsel her? She wasn't sure if she should trust her to, when she's been aboard the Blue Fish with the Starks longer than Dany has known her.]

He is rightfully indignant against what we discussed. He doesn't understand I only want to help.

[Westeros was in shambles because of the War he started against the Lannisters, but honestly she planned to do the same thing, had she not? She would have in his shoes.]

He believes me something of a fishermans tale.

[She smiles evenly, looking down at her cup of tea.]

Because my family are all dead, I am the last Targaryen - the last Dragon. We have always sat upon the Iron Throne. My ancestors took it for themselves and my family has always ruled the Seven Kingdoms, until they were murdered by a Usurper because my elder brother was foolish enough to throw everything away and kidnap Robb Stark's aunt. I don't condone what he did, but it doesn't change that the King after my father only sat on my throne because he had Targaryen blood in his family. He would not have succeeded it otherwise. His heirs are not of his blood and thus not fit to sit the throne that they currently occupy and, because of them, the Seven Kingdoms are divided - including the North. He disagrees with joining the kingdoms again.