all aboard the ss blamless

[pyroelectric]

Who: Crew of the SS Blameless and visitors.
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Blameless
When: March, or until we feel like a new one.

[It's a mingle! Get out of the car!

Unique ship notes for new crew and visitors: giant, unmissable scorch marks currently line the walls of several corridors leading from the cargo hold to the bridge!

Also, thanks to Kate, we now have a SWEARS AND ATTITUDES JAR displayed prominently in the kitchen. 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.

Also also, we are all still bunking together. HAVE FUN.]

Comments

[ancillary]

text:
Jesus, I'm just as receptive to guests as the new guy but I don't consider it especially demanding that I at least know their name and occupation along with some brief summation of their past. Christ on the cross - at least pretend we're legitimate. Oh - shit - is this live? Well, the hell with it.

action+labs:
What - oh God no, dear. [ Miranda raises a rocks glass of something opaque with a pinkish color. ] One thing you learn serving on the Normandy if that it's an organic substance then you can turn it into alcohol. This I consider an especially advantageous experiment with bubblegum flavored vodka.

[ She laughs when she takes another pull. ]

Oh, don't tell Luke - he's a dear and I'm working on something more practical for him.

action

[shishkebub]

[If someone was brewing alcohol on the ship, then his sense of smell was going to catch on quick. It's what had him standing here in the doorway in the first place, though he wrinkled his nose at the notion of bubblegum flavor.]

Got anymore of that?

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[pyroelectric]

If we have any uninvited guests aboard the ship at any point, please feel free to inform security immediately. I will deal with them... swiftly.

action »

[ladybro]

So, you made space-pruno. [ kate doesn't know whether to look amazed or horrified. probably a bit of both, to be honest.

she glances 'round the labs. ] Just promise me you didn't make it in a toilet bowl.

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[revivo]

Are you saying you already know all that about everyone on this ship? Impressive.

action.

[t65]

[Luke turns the corner just in time to be the very picture of innocence, regardless of how much prison wine he choked down on Both (not enough to be an expert, but more than enough to make him throw up on a tauntaun on one notable occasion).]

Don't tell me what?

ota ota ota

[t65]

a. CARGO HOLD

[There isn't really any place open and private on the Blameless, so Luke opts for the cargo hold to meditate. Not that you'd know it, considering he's doing a headstand in the corner. Then again, if you watch closely, you might notice things beginning to... float. A few scattered credit chits, some crates, your keys...]

b. KITCHEN

[Man cannot live on protein blocks alone. Luke has been spending what little money he has buying fresh food for the Blameless kitchen. Of course, Luke doesn't really know anything about food that isn't vaporator mushrooms or Alliance-issued rations; he's mostly been buying whatever looked good and hoping it's edible.]

[This means his purchases have been almost entirely vegetarian. He's stocking the pantries and pulls a rhubarb out of the bag, staring at it for a moment.] ...Huh. What do you think this is?

[How did he know you were there? He never turned around.]

c. SHUTTLE

[The shuttle in the Blameless' cargo bay isn't much, but he'll take what he can get; he's spent too long grounded. He's revving the repulsorlifts when he pops his head out-] Hey! Want to go on a ride?

[He doubts this thing can go very fast, so he might as well have someone along for the joyride to keep from getting bored.]

d. WILDKARRDE

[Luke's schedule is pretty simple on the Blameless: wake up, complain about the food, do whatever routine maintenance (or completely unnecessary fiddling he can think of) that needs doing, go out for work, come back, meditate, repeat. He doesn't sleep in the captain's bedding, but on whatever bunk's free. It should be noted that he sleeps like the dead, even on the uncomfortable standard-issue bedding.]

b

[diplomacme]

It's rhubarb. Don't eat the leaves and cook it with sugar.

[ She's not startled at being noticed. Padme has spent more than enough time around Jedi to expect anything else. ]

b

[pyroelectric]

[Azula is standing there in the kitchen doorway, having seen Luke enter the kitchen moments earlier and then decided to follow. It's been a good two weeks since Azula's injury, and she's healed well enough by now-- if not incredibly crabbily. Today seems to be a good day. At least-- she's not openly sulking.]

How would I know? [It doesn't sound petulant or irritation when she says it, this time. Just bored. An indication of a good mood from Azula, to be sure.]

Honestly, Luke. Do I look like a farmer, to you?

a

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka lets herself in to the Blameless to check on Luke, only to be greeted by a peculiar sight indeed. When she sees Luke meditating while doing a handstand, she can only stop and stare, eyes perplexed.

She says nothing, not wanting to disturb him and preferring to wait until he's finished, but her presence in the Force is clear as ever.]

action » cargo hold

[ladybro]

[ luke and kate have the same sort of idea -- except instead of forceful meditation, she leans (quite flexibly) more towards yoga. with the last of the chips she'd borrowed from clint, kate bought herself what passes for a decent mat, and she unrolls it a respectful distance from where luke is...standing on his head. alright then.

but when she kneels down to secure the laces on her shoes, she realizes her mat isn't staying put. first, its corners curl. and then like some slow lazy bird, it lifts off the floor. ]

Holy shit, [ kate announces her surprise, shattering the peaceful moment. ]

c

[revivo]

[luke for the love of god you don't want to startle an assassin.

luckily for everyone involved, sara just stills instead of any other very unfortunate possibility; and then she crosses her arms, taking a few steps closer to look the shuttle over.]

If you're going to Grand Theft Auto that thing, you probably shouldn't announce it. [never mind that it is theirs.] Where are you going?

even more cargo hold shenanigans

[imahologram]

[That he's already doing something with the Force--presumably, since there's a crate hovering a hand's breadth off the floor in front of him--when Leia comes to visit seems fortuitous. Or more than fortuitous. She'd told their father she believed in the Force, and she does...and so she can't deny the possibility that it's bringing them together now. Maybe it really does want her to help him with his arm, even if she has no idea how she's supposed to do that.]

Is this how Jedi train?

[A little skeptically. Ahsoka hadn't mentioned this when they'd meditated together. Then again, Ahsoka had made clear she wasn't a Jedi anymore. The important question swimming in an undercurrent beneath what she actually asks: Does this mean I'm going to have to stand on my head if I want to learn this?]

b, visiting!

[passingthrough]

You're not Logan. [She's also kind of assuming he thought she was someone else too since why would she be here except that she is. She does take a look at the plant though.]

Colorful celery? [No, don't use it like celery.]

gimme that wildkart

[percolates]

[It's through some random exploring that Ciri ends up on this ship. And it's from even further wandering that she comes across Luke--she'd like talking to him, and seeing him in person was exciting. Naturally, she can't just say hello. Spotting him from behind on her way to the kitchen, she fishes in her pocket for something.

Out emerges a shiny, polished rock she'd bought at some novelty shop on the station. There had been other purchases--a small block of wood, a carving knife, some other little pretty trinkets for little girls that like star stickers--but this, she had kept.

And, of course, she deftly throws it in Luke's direction.]

Catch!

[That's all the warning he gets.

By the way, Ciri is remarkably strong for a girl of her build. Oops. It's fine, right? He has neat powers.]

[shishkebub]

[Cargo Bay]

There's few places suited for working out in a ship this small, but the cargo bay works in a pinch. While still at the station, he does his jogging on the station. Once in space, he's on the treadmill. But his primary workouts are all strength based. So lacking a solid punching bag, Logan has discovered that one of the low hanging pipes is strong and sturdy enough for pullups. Lacking any weights (other than his adamantium skeleton), he settles for lifting himself one arm at a time. His fellow passengers may find this a particularly traumatic process, given his lack of shirt and the thickness of chest and arm and back hair.

[Corridors]

He still stubbornly refuses to play the role of janitor - at least until the ship finally leaves the Starlight. Without the option to go play cab driver anymore, he begins to sink into his duties. Mostly this involves carrying around a mop, which he plants in the floor so he can rest his hands and chin on, while 'supervising' the cleaning droids do all the work for him. Every now and then one will bump into his foot as if to indicate he should help, which tends to result in him kicking the droid back and causing it to squeak and beep in alarm before scurrying off to sulk and clean. It's a tough job, but he sure as hell ain't gonna do it.

[Kitchen]

He drops another credit into the Swear and Attitudes Jar. Sometimes he does it even when he hasn't done anything wrong yet. At this point, filling up the jar is his way of protesting the notion of even having one. He's gonna swear and have an attitude no matter how expensive it is. So fuck you.

[pyroelectric]

[Azula appears in the doorway as Logan fills the swear jar, then she leans casually against the frame on her non-injured side. Grinning. She's been recovering well over the last two weeks, though the fact that she stubbornly refuses to wear a sling to limit the usage of her injured shoulder has slowed down the recovery process a little. Still, she's not sulking anymore, and she can move around freely now without wincing or needing to be delicate about it. So that's a plus.

Though, perhaps maybe not for Logan. At least a sulking Azula was an Azula that stayed out of his way.]

Planning for your next misdemeanor in advance?

action » corridors

[ladybro]

"I don't trust them," Kate nudged a small cleaning droid with one of her sock feet. "Last night, I couldn't get to sleep -- just thinking about them, y'know, rising up."

She had a towel around her neck -- ostensibly to protect her shirt from hair that was still drying. Picking up a corner, she squeezed the terry cloth around a section of damp hair. All this recycled, life-supported air had a tendency to make her frizzy; she didn't care for it.

cargo bay.

[t65]

[It's meditation time. Luckily for Logan (or Luke's blood pressure) it's not handstand meditation time, just normal crossed leg stuff. Luke has some kind of medicine ball under his arm, and he sets it out in front of him when he sits down.]

[He sees Logan doing push-ups, and waves cheerfully before closing his eyes. The medicine ball begins to levitate a few seconds later, and eventually begins moving, first in circles, then more complex shapes at varying speeds. Luke... starts to look bored.]

Logan, how much do you weight?

[pneumo]

No, it is an entirely tantalizing process. Specifically because all of that, and that way the exercise makes Logan's pulse smell exceptionally delicious to one wandering loser of a vampire. The moment he picks up the scent of exercise and vitality he's drawn to it, unable to resist much like a moth to a luna lamp.

He'll wind up peeking his head around the doorway as he holds onto it, trying very hard not to noticeably salivate.

This guy kinda reminds him of Bigby. Only with less dog-smell.

ota!!!

[ladybro]

( BUNKS )

[ what's an archer to do without a bow? without arrows? kate isn't someone overwhelmed by paranoia and desperate to always have a weapon on her person, but it would be nice to keep her aim on point. to practise, because -- without super-aim or super-speed or super-power -- she doesn't want her core skills to grow stiff and unfamiliar. it's about time to get back on that horse, but before she can do any aiming she needs something to aim with.

and that is why the ship's cook is sitting on her bunk with bare legs dangling over the edge. she's pilfered about a third of the kitchen's butter knives and, with the help of a little sharpening tool, she's honing them down to a fine point. nothing too wicked, but (in time) they should be sharp enough to throw at a mounted target. she works during the 'day', but the scrape-scrape-scrape of her isn't a sweet sound. ]

( KITCHEN )

[ hungry, blameless? kate's got you covered. mostly. the food's not great, but not is it utter slop. for the most part, she prioritizes simple dishes that are guaranteed not to make her crew barf. experimentation can come later.

throughout the month, she can be found prepping and cooking within an hour or so before the supper hour. and every morning she makes use of the single stove-top burner to steep some tea. it's not her preference (she aches for coffee, but only gets it when she visits clint) but she's doing the best with what they have.

and if anyone has any complaints? she'll point at the swears & attitudes jar on the counter. ]

bunks

[pyroelectric]

[Azula, for her part, has been noticeably sulking in (blessed) silence since she lost the election to Luke. Though it has had one benefit-- not being out and about has helped her injury recovery easier, though she still stubbornly refuses to wear a sling to limit the movement of her injured arm.

Azula does have one up on the rest of her crewmates, however-- she's been here longer than them. She had time to rake in money on the Starlight long before her tussle with Logan, and rake it in she did. Once she's recovered enough to walk around with ease, she didn't waste any time going to the markets and securing a few weapons of her own. Loathe as she is to bother with them at all, if there's one thing her fight with Logan has taught her, it's that she can't rely on fire and lightning alone in this place. Especially not on a spaceship in flight.

Unfortunately, Azula can often be found sleeping during the day cycle hours. Less people in their communal bunking area to bother her with their snoring, and she makes most of her money in the underground, which doesn't really get going until the evening. She also sleeps, then, with one of her throwing knives under her pillow. Like all good paranoid princesses do. Naturally.

Without missing a beat, grumpily, she now rolls over and throws it at the wall near Kate's head from her position in bed. It's an intentional miss, but not by very much.]

Some of us are trying to rest.

visiting his psychopathic sister but OTA!!

[honorbends]

[ you will find zuko in one of several hallways, surveying the scorchmarks with the world's most unimpressed expression. at first, he's almost hopeful that it's not what he thinks it is, but with a quick burst of fire and a sweeping motion of his arm, he mirrors the pattern almost perfectly.

sigh.

his sister, it seems, has already made her mark on the ship. literally. ]

[shishkebub]

[While Zuko is doing nothing to improve the fiery state of the walls, a man appears who happens to look nothing at all like his sister. This man is Logan and he's walking along with a single claw extending from his hand which he is using to peel a plump, purple fruit from the station. He looks none too impressed to see what Zuko is up to.]

We're all full up on pyros here. Ain't looking for another.

ota!!!!

[revivo]

(A)

Sara follows the trail of scorch marks, eyebrows raised, walking slowly until she reaches the end. Then she doubles back, frowning as she stops at points to take in particularly gargantuan burns. Wasn't this supposed to be a new ship?

"Is it just me, or could we use a fire extinguisher around here?"

(B)

Once they're in space, it's not long before Sara grows restless. The Blameless isn't exactly built for privacy, and unlike the Marsiva she doesn't have the promise of leaving soon. They'll make it to another station or planet or, hell, maybe a comet or moon sooner or later; but in the meantime, longing for privacy isn't worth getting out of shape. She hits the treadmill when no one else is, takes a page out of Logan's book and uses low-hanging pipes for pull-ups (there's a chair just off to the side; she wasn't quite tall enough to reach them on her own), and stretches regularly. She tries to do all this when no one else is around, but this isn't a big ship.

(C)

She may also be right behind you, wherever you are, and whatever you're doing. She doesn't mean to sneak up on people, but it's kind of an assassin thing. She can't help it.

(D)

WILDCARD.

[ooc | i'll match whatever format you prefer, prose or brackets!]

a

[pyroelectric]

[Was Azula always there, or did she just appear?]

I suppose we could. But where's the fun in that?

[lunaes]

bridge - joint with thorne;

[ Carswell Thorne has been a member of the Blameless crew for a week longer than Cress - who only just joined the second week of march. While Engineering isn't based up at the bridge, Cress can currently be found sitting in the co-pilot's seat next to Thorne, though she...does not appear to actually be helping out in any way. She's instead fiddling with her personal communicator. The small blonde does look up when the pilot gives a loud, exasperated sigh. ]

All right, when do we get to undock? This is boring. My skills are being wasted. Tragically. Where are all the daring firefights?

[ ...Cress looks back down at her communicator, hiding a smile. ] You never enjoyed those when they happened, Captain. [ She's well aware Luke Skywalker is the Captain of the Blameless, but the title falls from her lips from sheer habit. ] Anyway, you aren't the only one who's bored.

Yes, what are you doing, anyway? [ Thorne leans into her personal space, trying to eye the screen of her communicator - which Cress lays flat for him to look at. ]

Trying to program a game. At least it'd be something to do on the ship? Beyond, um. The usual things?

[ Thorne leans his head back against his chair, sighing dramatically. ] Let me know when you have something. Preferably before I go insane - oh, hello there. [ sup. order is you > cress > thorne ]

engineering;

[ Someone in engineering is singing. Namely the newest addition to the crew - and Engineering - as she sorts through spare parts, familiarizing herself with the layout of everything. ]

Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
Won't you sing your song to Earth as she passes by?
Your sweetest silver melody, a rhythm and a rhyme,
A lullaby of pleasant dreams as you make your climb.
Send the forests off to bed, the mountains tuck in tight,
Rock the ocean gently, and the deserts kiss good night.
Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
You sing your song so sweetly after sunshine passes by.

[ Feel free to interrupt her song and sorting; the song will eventually fade to humming if she's left to her own devices long enough. Cress has her hair pulled back in a sloppy braid and her sleeves rolled up as she sits cross-legged on the floor, parts arrayed around her. ]

wildcard;

[ Cress's usual schedule is as follows: eating at regular mealtimes, hanging out in the cockpit with thorne, hanging out at engineering working on various things, and nervously leaving the ship on occasion (she's getting better about it as time goes on, and leaves a little more frequently but generally only in the afternoons). ]

[pyroelectric]

[From her position standing in the doorway, leaning casually:]

Well. If it's a firefight you want, all you had to do was ask. I'm sure I can indulge.

[Azula's bored too. And nobody on this ship is properly afraid of her. It's starting to become A Problem.]

Visiting Logan but also OTA!

[passingthrough]

[Kitty hasn't really visited any of the other ships yet, so instead of making a beeline for Logan she decides to explore. She may poke her head into rooms she shouldn't be in. She may also do this literally by phasing her head through a wall to look into a room instead of using a door. Totally not alarming just to see a random girl's head appear in the wall, right?

She'll also stop at the scorch marks and study them carefully. It's a bad sign when such a recently commissioned ship already has this kind of damage. What happened here?]