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.

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.]

[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.

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. ]

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. ]

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!]

[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). ]

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?]