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

[ladybro]

Good. Good. [ a slow nod, because if azula's being honest with her feelings (and kate's got no reason to believe she isn't) then maybe this won't become a thing. ] It's just more paperwork anyway, right? And Luke hardly seems like a dictator.

[pyroelectric]

... No. He doesn't.

I expect his will be a short and inefficient rule.

[ladybro]

Maybe. [ she admits -- concedes, really, because it's an easy concession to make. they can't be certain about anything, but kate at least has a little unfair advantage when it comes to knowing what luke's capable of achieving. ] Time will tell.

[pyroelectric]

... Yes. Time will.

Now, if that's everything?

[ladybro]

[ her expression falters. did she glean what she wanted to glean? not particularly. not in full. kate runs her finger along the new knife's handle. ]

Beauty sleep. Right. [ she gathers her supplies. thing is -- the argument just isn't worth it. does she have more sharpening to do? absolutely. but it's a self-professed make busy project. justifying it would only bring her down to azula's level -- of assuming the shared space is hers to dictate.

kate hops from the top bunk. she lands with grace, and offers azula a little salute. ] Sweet dreams.

[pyroelectric]

[Everything is so much more pleasant when Azula gets her own way. As she exits:]

Good night, Kate.