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

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.

[ladybro]

[ kate sits a little straighter. her eyes grow more alert. but she doesn't jump -- she barely flinches, because part of having such a good aim of her own involves understanding when the trajectory of something else isn't going to slice through her head. what she does do, however, is set aside her makeshift knives and fishes azula's out from where it had fallen. there's a sizable nick in the metal bulkhead. ]

Careful, [ she drawls. ] I don't think any of us want a breach.

[ and it looks like she's totally keeping that (much better) throwing knife. thanks, princess. ]

[pyroelectric]

[No matter-- Azula didn't exactly Kate to just throw it back to her. Azula is not a person accustomed to worrying over money or things that are easily replaceable, after all. She'll just steal it or take it back later. Or buy another one. The important thing was getting the scraping to stop.]

A breach would be preferable, at this point. Why not just go buy some weapons? It would be easier than all this.

[ladybro]

It's called frugal-living. [ kate does sound a little sanctimonious, doesn't she? but then again, she used to live the easy and moneyed life until her dad cancelled her credit cards and marooned her in california with a supervillain. ] Besides, I'm not making weapons. Not exactly. These would make some pretty crap weapons.

[pyroelectric]

Well, I wasn't going to mention it.

What are they for then, if not weaponry?

[ladybro]

[ how magnanimous of you, azula. ]

They're...practice. Honestly? I want to put up a target or three in the cargo bay. But the thing with targets is that you need something to throw at them. I considered picking up some darts, but -- [ she raised one of her knives-in-progress and coolly demonstrated the different between chucking a knife and throwing a dart. ]

Darts just aren't me.

[pyroelectric]

I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss darts. They can be very effective.

[ladybro]

Oh, sure. They're effective. Never said they weren't. [ calmly, she checks the edge of the same butter knife she'd used for her demonstration. ] Just said they weren't me.

[pyroelectric]

I see. So what precisely is "you," then? If you had to pick a weapon.

[ladybro]

Bow. [ that's easy. she doesn't even hesitate to answer -- after all, no matter what her misgivings are surrounding azula and her bad manners, kate isn't a secretive person. and as soon as she gets her hand on the right equipment, it's not like she'd skulk around and hide it. ] As in and arrows. I'm...an archer.

[ sure. why not. ]

[pyroelectric]

Hm.

[Archers can be useful, too. Depending.]

Are you good?

[ladybro]

Azula? [ kate leans forward on her bunk. she watches her ship-mate, and smiles. she's proud of what she's accomplished, and isn't about to shy away from claiming it for herself. ] I'm great.

bunks

[revivo]

The scrape-scrape-scrape sound might not be sweet, but it isn't unfamiliar either. Sara's another semi-nocturnal bunkmate, as it turns out; her jobs really require evening and night hours, and she spends the rest of the nights on the streets. This isn't her city, but those parts of the station -- this routine -- all make her feel more at home than this ship.

She's a light sleeper, and she wakes soundlessly, rolls over, and props her head up on a hand as she surveys Kate and her collection of butter knives.

"Should I be worried?"

Re: bunks

[ladybro]

"Huh?" Kate runs her finger along the knife edge (it's not sharp enough yet!) and raises her eyes to Sara. "Oh -- God, no. I hope not. Not unless you like to double as a paper target on the wall, in which case I figure you probably had it coming..."

She smiles.

"What's a prison without a collection of shivs, right?"

[revivo]

"Boring," Sara suggests lightly, sitting up and shaking her hair out of her face.

Kate's idea isn't a bad one, she thinks. Butter knives and paper targets are a good place to start; though in a ship as cramped as theirs, even a butter knife gone awry can cause some damage.

"What's with the sudden interest in taking out paper people?"

[ladybro]

-- Kate's not too worried about the truth. She doesn't want to run from her skills. Nor is she keen to hide her talents. So, holding up a work-in-progress, she explains: "Practice. A sharpshooter is probably only ever as good as her last aimed hit. I plan to stay sharp."

[revivo]

"Sharpshooter," she says, sounds impressed. "You're a woman of many talents, Kate Bishop."

Sara can appreciate the sentiment; she's been wondering, herself, how she's going to stay in shape with all the flying through space they're going to be doing.

[ladybro]

"You may not know this, but there's a wide wide world of archery competitions out there. Amateur. Collegiate. I don't wanna lose my edge just 'cause I'm here."

A harmless white lie, right?

[revivo]

An archer. She can't help the way a smile curls her lips, unbidden.

"Good for you. And you're right, I didn't know. I was more of a football girl in college."

[ladybro]

Her eyes drop down to her work. Scratch-scratch-ring. Metal on metal. But Kate hadn't lost interest in the conversation; instead, she weighed her next words most carefully.

"Funny," she exhaled, "I didn't realize football was a scarring sport."

Yeah. She'd seen them.

[revivo]

How could she not? The Blameless isn't a big ship, and they don't have the luxury of separate bedrooms. There are any of a number of times Kate might've seen them. Sharpshooter; sharp-eyed, same as Ollie, same as Nyssa.

She cants her head deliberately, straightens her spine. Keeps her eyes on Kate as much as Kate watches her work.

"You'd be surprised," she says, casual. "Lot of people would do anything to win."

[ladybro]

Her nostrils flared -- but only so much as needed to let loose a second sharp breath. Almost a sigh. Nearly a laugh. Kate could conceptualize a lot of things...and, yeah, too-rough roughhousing on the field was absolutely one of those things. But!

"Isn't that what the armour's for?"

[revivo]

She raises her eyebrows, lets them drop.

"Didn't say I was talking about football."

[ladybro]

Well! That successfully goaded her attention. Kate's busy-work paused once again, and she rested her elbows on her knees. Watched Sara in silence until she could no longer handle not knowing.

"No. You didn't. So -- what kinda winning were you talking about?"