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.]

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[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?

[shishkebub]

[The fact she has recovered this well is more a relief than a bother. He didn't like what he had done, so it was good to see that she had come out of it well enough. That hadn't made him particularly eager to go search her out for spending time together, but he hadn't been avoiding her anymore than he had anyone else on the ship.

The credits dropped with a distinctive thunk before he turned to face her.]

Ain't no harm in being prepared.

[pyroelectric]

Not convinced you can go a day or two without swearing?

[shishkebub]

Not convinced it's worth trying. How's that arm of yours?

[He can see she's not leaning on it. Gruff as he might be, the question is asked with evident concern.]

[pyroelectric]

[A flash of irritation crosses her face for a microsecond, before she hurriedly conceals it.]

It's fine. See? [She lifts the arm and moves it around some-- though only in a very limited range of movement, if Logan's the type to notice. Truth be told, she probably has another two weeks of healing left to go until she regains full range of movement without pain, especially if she keeps pushing it the way she is.]

Unfortunately for you, I don't go down so easily from such a minor injury.

[shishkebub]

[Well, her spirit is certainly in tact. That's fine. It wasn't his intention to break her.]

Unfortunate. [He repeats the word as though to dismiss it as relevant.] It'll take longer if ya keep that up. You don't heal as fast as I do.

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[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.

[shishkebub]

If she was looking for a laugh, she'd find none from him. He only tilted his head from its resting point to eye her. "They're roombas, not terminators."

[ladybro]

"All roombas are just one cocky genius away from becoming terminators."

And she had since learned that there are two (count them!) Starks in attendance within the fleet. Thank God Pym wasn't here, or she would probably find herself on full-on Ultron alert.

"But," she added, "since you're not one of those -- I guess we're in the clear."

[shishkebub]

"Were you anglin' towards an insult there? Word has it, my mind's got a bunch of chessmasters runnin' around in it."

Or something like that. Someone had described his battle prowess being equal to a bunch of chess games being played or some bullshit like that. It was something he knew in no way actually made him all that smart. He didn't need to be when he had people like Hank around.

[ladybro]

"More like angling to head your protest off at the pass," she answered. Because she'd heard her words spoken out loud and realized (a moment later) that Wolverine might counter with exactly that: he wasn't a genius. At least, not a tech one.

"Chessmasters, though." She huffed a sigh. "Do they all get their own pocket protectors in there, or do they share one?"

[shishkebub]

He shook his head. "Probably more the beards-to-their-ankles crowd. Two inch glasses."

Logan had never actually watched a chess battle. But he had seen chess players in the park. He assumed it was more or less the same idea.

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?

[shishkebub]

[There were things you didn't just go asking people. This was one of them. Logan was not sensitive about his weight, but he had a very strict relationship of when anyone was allowed to lift him in air. This was not one of those.]

Enough to make ya regret it.

[t65]

Oh, come on! [He leans forward, eyes bright with excitement. He's got a great idea!] Only a few inches? I won't drop you.

[Not more than a few inches, anyway.]

[shishkebub]

No, but I will.

[He drops himself from the bar to land back on his feet. He extends three claws from his right hand.]

Tell ya what. If you wanna test yer powers on me, I get to test these on you in exchange.

[t65]

[Luke's eyebrows go up. After a moment:] Fair enough. [Nobody wants to get stabbed today.]

[Still, good luck shutting him up.] Did you add those yourself? You'd have to store them... [Frowning, Luke runs his fingers down his wrist to find an invisible seam in the skin. He opens up his own hand to mentally compare where one would store metal claws.] It's an... interesting addition.

[shishkebub]

[Oh great. Questions. The one thing Logan just loved more than anything else.

The claws slide back in.]

S'long story. Doesn't get any better in the telling.

[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.

[shishkebub]

The trouble with smelling someone is when the person can smell back. Logan knows that there's someone new on the ship and it prompts him to drop back to the ground. It doesn't take him long to spot the interloper.

"You plannin' on skulking around all day?"

[pneumo]

Well he certainly wasn't expecting to be found so fast if the blink of surprise on Sascha's face is any indication. He's a little startled to be addressed so suddenly, but he's able to smile weakly fairly quickly too.

"...Yes?"

[shishkebub]

The kid could have been a new passenger, but there'd been no fanfare and he very much doubted that was the case. So he advanced, his displeasure evident. "Then better change yer plans. Either go find who you were lookin' for or scram."

[pneumo]

Logan makes a pretty intimidating sight when he comes forward like that, but Sascha manages to only shrink back a little as he fidgets with his hands. He's not sure if he should say he really isn't here for anyone in specific considering the alternative is being tossed out.

"I could be here for you though!" Genius.

[shishkebub]

Logan doubted that, but settled for simply crossing his arms.

"Then start talkin'."