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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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?

now i'm imagining azula vs a fire extinguisher...

[revivo]

[sara's eyes linger on the younger girl. the ship's small; she knows azula by sight, but little else.

then she shrugs, half-turning back towards the wall.]

This your handiwork?

[it's the attitude, why she has to ask. azula isn't someone she'd choose on sight for, apparently, burning metal walls; but sara isn't someone a lot of people would choose on sight for a plenty.]

ngl i would pay to see that just for sheer comedy value

[pyroelectric]

[Azula casually opens her hand with the flick of her wrist and a ball of flame appears there.]

A reminder of a minor disagreement with another crew member.

[You know, normal stuff. Nothing to worry about. Unless you also want to disagree with Azula, that is.]

i wish sara would do that...she would tho buy a fire extinguisher SO

[revivo]

[sara's gaze -- sharpens, flicking from azula to the flame. she's seen a lot of things over the past six years, but this is a new one.

people summoning fire out of thin air. that's. nice.]

Handy trick. [but she doesn't remember seeing any of their shipmates looking particular charboiled, when she thinks about it.] I'd hate to see what happens when you have a major disagreement with someone.

the ratings would probably soar too

[pyroelectric]

Indeed. [She smiles, and it's a sharp smile-- no soft edges here.]

But surely there's no need to worry about that here. [Message communicated, she extinguishes the fire in her palm.]

Princess Azula, of the Fire Nation. And you would be Sara Lance. Our new security officer.

[It isn't hard to deduce. Azula keeps vigilant watch over the crew roster.]

[revivo]

You've done your homework.

[sara tilts her head, acknowledging, and shoves her hands into her back pockets. she's as willing to believe azula tried to toast someone as she is that azula might've torched the walls to make a point.]

If you know that, [she's the security officer, she means] you know you can tell me if someone else bothers you. It's kinda my job. [apparently. and before she sounds like she's dismissing azula's ability --] You said you're a princess, right? Getting your hands dirty isn't supposed to be your problem.

[and oxygen's going to be in shorter supply whenever they leave this station, which is what really worries her. giving people chances is a lot more oliver's territory than hers, especially when she's clearly being threatened, but azula's a young girl.]

[pyroelectric]

It's true, of course. But you know what they say. If you want something done right...

[revivo]

Or if you want something well done.

[pyroelectric]

[Was that a fire joke...? Azula smiles.]

... I'm glad we're on the same page.

D

[bigvessel]

So, he offered a drink after Sara found her way off the mothership, and he was here to deliver with a bottle of whiskey in hand. He knew brand new with a frozen spending account and no cent to his name otherwise, he would have appreciated the alcoholic olive branch.

Plus, someone who got current pop reference. It was funny how quickly he missed the little things when he was stuck with people from worlds full of weird shit like magic, and women from the forties and futile eras, and angry men who only knew how to grunt their feelings.

Approaching her door, he knocked on it with the booze and waited casually against the frame.

[revivo]

The door whooshes rather than creaks inwards -- genre-appropriate, she guesses -- as Sara lets FDR in, expression warming into a smile when she sees him.

"Glad you could make it."

He'd been good company on the network, giving her some well-needed levity at the time. And, honestly, it hasn't taken her long to see why her pop culture knowledge was noteworthy. She's already starting to get used to having to explain her references or just watch them sail over other peoples' heads. It's not their faults, obviously, but some normalcy is refreshing.

She gestures to the inside of the Blameless, stepping aside so he can come in.

[bigvessel]

"Absolutely. I hope you have the glasses, because I'm not above being uncivilized and drinking from the bottle if I have to." and he flashes her a grin as he steps inside. It's the first ship outside the more communal one he's bothered to visit yet, so, of course it gets the cursory exploration.

"So how are you handling life in space?"

[revivo]

"We have glasses," Sara reassures him, starting to head towards the kitchen area. "But I've never minded a little uncivilized."

Said while flashing him a grin. The ship might seem small in some ways, relative to his own. New means no modifications, added wings, or even separate bedrooms. Sara isn't too upset about the bunk beds, but you'd think someone who could buy a spaceship could spring for some real rooms themselves. Some of the hallways have burn marks, and some don't, but Sara just walks past without explanation.

"I got a job." It's so ridiculously mundane that she gets to space and immediately needs money. Then again, maybe some things never change. "If I ignore how everyone on the station looks, it's almost just like home."

[bigvessel]

He chuckles at her answer. Jokingly or not, she has a knack at saying the kind of thing he likes to hear. He likes a girl from his own world, his own time. There aren't those strange social gaps that he has to constantly toe. "You know, I've got no doubt you can get a little wild."

Call him a professional people reader.

And a man who pays attention to his surroundings too. The burn marks are...a little concerning actually, but since the ship still seems to be in one piece, he'll ignore it right along with Sara.

"A job?" Oh, he understands the need for work. Coming in with nothing when he was used to having a lot was a hard adjustment. But, he had means of getting what he needed either way. "What are you doing?"

[revivo]

FDR has a way of making her smile, and her grin only grows at his comment about getting wild. Even before the Amazo and Lian Yu, before the League of Assassins, she'd been nothing like her sister. Laurel was always the responsible one, while Sara snuck into Tommy Merlyn's infamous parties just for the chance to talk to boys she had stupid crushes on.

"You'd be surprised."

Maybe that's a little too honest, but he's not likely to guess her life turned into a horrific real life Cast Away when she was nineteen.

"Bartending." It doesn't take long to get to the kitchen, and when they do she starts rummaging through futuristic cabinets for a couple of glasses. There's a table if FDR wants to take a seat. "I did some in college, and it seemed as good a way as any to make some cash. Especially with our accounts locked up."

[bigvessel]

"Are you really gonna leave me hanging with a comment like that, or do I get a sample of this wild behavior?" He has no problem with honest, he likes honest. Just about as much as he likes a mystery. Or a challenge. And hell, combine the three and he's likely to be in love.

"A useful skill for the evening then." He slides over to the table and sets the alcohol down, watching her easily as she looks for something to drink out of. SHe doesn't find it soon though, he's willing to call her out on uncivilized drinking.

a!!

[intelligently]

Lydia doesn't really have a reason to be here - she isn't visiting anyone, but considering this ship appeared out of nowhere Lydia can't help but be curious by it, and anything that may be on it. Where did it come from, how did it get there and who is on it?

Once she's off her shuttle Lydia's exploring, though it doesn't take long before Lydia runs into the scorch marks. Which was concerning considering how new the ship was. Thankfully there was crew around, or at least someone even if they didn't seem to know what was going on.

"How exactly did this happen?"

Maybe shadows could help to extinguish them. After an answer, anyway.

[revivo]

Fire-wielding teenage girls, apparently, or so Azula wants her to believe. Sara's sure she doesn't have the whole story, but at least she found out before she actually bought a fire extinguisher.

Truth be told, she hasn't ruled out buying one.

She raises her eyes, turning to take in the newcomer. It's not a face she recognizes; her first assumption is new arrival, though she didn't remember seeing any confetti or chocolate pudding-like-gel around.

"All about the S.S. Blameless, where the fun never stops."

[intelligently]

"Fun like destrying the ship?" Though whilst the flames weren't that wildly raging - yet - it still wasn't what Lydia had expected when she'd come to the new ship. Or perhaps this was just how the ship had arrived - a wreck.

She's raising her hands from her side now, silent and focused on the shadows in the corridor around them. Slowly it moves - expands until it's almost covering the flame like a cloth, extinguishing at least one part of the firey trail.

"I'd hoped to see the new ship and what was on it." What new information there may be, or anything that said where it came from. Lydia's still working as she speaks, expanding the shadows further.

"Burning it down doesn't help that."

a)

[diplomacme]

Padme had been getting stir-crazy, so exploring the other ships seemed like a good idea. Especially since she could check in on people. She's on the Blameless to see Luke, but she's taking herself on a tour first. To a casual observer, she's looking idly at her surroundings. To someone with a sharp eye, she's taking in every detail, likely memorizing the layout and any identifying features in the ship's construction.

She overhears Sara as she rounds the corner.

"Those didn't come with the ship?"

[revivo]

Spaceships mean miles and miles of metal, echoing footsteps whenever anyone walks around. Learning the patterns of her crewmates' footfalls isn't something Sara's completed yet, but the sound's enough warning that Padmé's presence doesn't catch her off guard.

"They might have. The ship already had a crew by the time I got here."

[diplomacme]

"All I can tell you about the Blameless is everything you undoubtedly know by now."

Padmé walks forward to examine the scorch marks on the wall with a critical eye.

"It looks like someone took a flamethrower to the walls."

This isn't the result of an accidental fire, nor is it a mistake made during the construction of the ship.

[revivo]

"Or something else," she mutters in an undertone, frowning at the walls once again.

Or someone else. They look like the result of deliberate shots, but that doesn't mean someone was aiming for the walls.

"Maybe someone wanted to show the Atroma what they think of them."

[diplomacme]

She laughs.

"Somehow, I don't think it worked. The Atroma aren't the most attentive 'hosts.'"

Padmé finds it unlikely that it's just a random act of vandalism, but it's the lighter topic of conversation. Besides, it's clear that Sara knows as much about the situation as she does.

"My name is Padmé, counselor for the Heron and stowaway on the Paisley."

Her tone of voice suggests that her assignment as 'counselor' is rather laughable. Winter had been right-- nobody on the ship troubled her for her services. Though she had been remiss in advertising them anyway.