driftfleet | first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[The Vision, luckily for him, doesn't seem to need a breath mask when he goes out; still, after the first day he's rigged up a little recharging station with a few spares near the main doors in case anyone needs to go out.

Today he also enters the kitchen, an unusual place for him.]

Ah, hello, Kitty. I'm afraid I haven't been able to find additional food supplies at a reasonable price on this moon. Have you had any better luck?

[Well, hello there, Captain The Vision. Or is it The Captain Vision? Captain Vision, The?]

No. Looks like it's mostly just exciting gels and pastes for awhile. Seems like the have to import most of what they have for themselves. [Pretty deeply poisoned and all. She tilts her head.]

Are you running for shipmate of the year? Spending your money on food you don't even eat? [Not his first time. If he was running for shipmate of the year he'd have her vote from the pizza thing back when they were on the station.]

[He inclines his head and smiles lightly.]

I find it's important to maintain morale, and food is as good a way as any. Besides which, you may find it easier to forgive me for taking up more of the cargo bay with some of the local supplies, should I choose to do so.

Food is definitely a good choice. [She does look curiously at him though.] The local supplies? It's mostly chemicals. Planning to make some homemade bombs? [Wait, are you planning to make some homemade bombs? It's the same question, but with less joking in her mind now.]

Oh, that's hardly necessary. But complex chemicals are often in demand, regardless of where we are. It's possible we could make a large profit.

[They may as well use their cargo bay for something besides his hanging gardens, right?]

At the very least, we can be well-supplied for cleaning supplies, coolant, and the like.

That makes sense. You're definitely better at the capitalism thing. [She's never really had to worry about money. Child, collapsed society, prison.] I'm sure Castle and his little friends will be excited about the cleaning supplies. [As if any of them want it dirty.]

So, how's it going with the captain-hood? [She'd barely known Natasha. She'd liked the woman, but she got the feeling it was hard for a lot of the others to lose her.]

Mr. Stark was quite insistent that I learn. It is as good a hobby as any to have in this place. [Especially if he can use it to help his friends.]

It has its differences. [More responsibility, and he misses Natasha more than he'd thought he would, but he'd always cared about the well-being of the ship as a whole, and this is only an extension of that.] I don't know that I'd have applied for the position if she hadn't made it clear that was her desire, but I hope to do the best I can.

[Stark sounded familiar. Who mentioned that name to her recently?]

I'm sure she chose you for a reason. [She'd liked Vision right away. She wasn't sure he seemed like a leader to her, but certainly a good teammate. And she still didn't know him well yet. She'd never seen him in a crisis. She wouldn't count him out.]
Already three people gone since I arrived. [Dean, Leia, and Natasha. Granted, Leia had transferred, but now it seems she's gone from the fleet too.] Is the turn over usually so much?

[He certainly doesn't see himself as a leader - that should go to someone with more experience. But as someone who pays attention to detail and cares about the ship, he feels he can handle that much, at least. And if he has to make any unpleasant commands, Wrath can back him up.]

About one a month, or so it seems. Hardly anyone of the crew I arrived here with is left. [Which is sad to think about, really. But it doesn't stop him from wanting to do good by the crew.]

I think it's likely Natasha chose Wrath and I because we do take an active interest in management. She was a military officer for many years, if she hasn't told you.

Those choices work. You'll be happy to know I'm not planning any coups. [Not that she wouldn't try to assert herself if the situation called for it.] Wrath told me a little about the situation at home. [Kitty wasn't especially close to anyone in the crew yet, but she'd met them all and liked them. And, to be fair, she was still warming up to people in general. Caring is one thing. Being vulnerable enough to let people in is another.]

[That gets a smile.] I hope not to provide a reason for a coup, but I suppose one can never tell what the future will bring. Naturally, if you've any feedback I'd be glad to hear it.

What she's told me is fascinating, though I don't pry. [Which is the same thing he thinks about everyone he's talked to, as it happens, but then he generally likes people.]

Oh, you don't have to worry about that. If I have suggestions or issues I'll bring them up. [She wouldn't say her relationship with leadership she's had in the past has been contentious, but she is young and bold and speaks her mind. Those relationships tended to fall into a parental place under the circumstances. She probably won't be calling Vision daddy anytime soon though. No worries. I'll do my best not to be annoying.

You don't really seem like the prying type.

I'm glad to hear it. [And like basically everything else he says, he sounds very sincere; he does prefer openness and honesty about these kinds of things.]

No, I can't say I am. It hardly seems necessary. [Frankly, it's lucky for all of them he doesn't like to pry. Between his technological prowess and having a symbiotic relationship with the Infinity Stone of the Mind, he could learn quite a lot that people would rather keep hidden.]

Mm, yeah. People usually reveal themselves in time anyway especially if you know what to watch for.

I was friends with a criminal profiler in my last life. [The prison. And when she says friends she means, well, friends, but also more.]

If one knows what to watch for. Yes, that's a very good way to put it.

[Well, now, that's a fascinating tidbit. His eyes open wide.]

Even moreso to them, in that case. I admit my understanding of human behavior is far more based in theory than experience, for the most part.

Then it's too bad he isn't here. [Or a relief? Who even knows with the two of them.] He was actually teaching a criminology class back in the prison. That is a strange sentence now that I think of if. Anyway, it was useful, but I'm sure it takes awhile to really hone in on things like microexpressions.

Microexpressions. [The Vision looks somewhere between concerned and rueful; a profiler would have a lot to say about his own expressions based on that alone.] It would be fascinating to learn, I think. Teaching criminology to prisoners hardly seems less strange than teaching computers to space-farers.

[And goodness knows he's had to do that a few times.]

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It was interesting. I don't think I'd really be qualified to pass it along though.

Do you get a lot of requests for that? [Then again Makie was from a time without technology, wasn't she?]

I wonder if it seems as telepathy to someone unfamiliar with the technique, or if it makes one any better at poker.

The augment takes care of a great deal, but there are a fair number unfamiliar with androids. I've taken to referring to myself as a golem in those cases.

He is scarily good at poker, but he was also born in Vegas, is a genius, and can count cards. [How did she casually get herself into a conversation involving the person she misses most from the prison? Oh, right, because she misses him and tries not to talk about it probably. It just leaks out now.]

A golem, huh? Yeah, that would probably throw some people. The mutant thing confuses people too. Sometimes they think it's a negative term, so they try to convince me I'm not really one.

I find it difficult not to count cards. [He sounds apologetic but also smiles; it would be good to meet Kitty's friend if for no other reason than that they were friends.]

It's a fair enough simplification. In a sense, I was inanimate material brought to life by magic.

[The mutant thing makes sense, too.] They are perhaps used to mutations which harm an organism rather than help its survival. Those are called "adaptations" instead. Even so, it would be more respectful to use the term you prefer.

Well, if he ever shows up I'll direct him to you for a game. Should be an interesting match up. [Definitely interesting if he ever shows up. Probably too much to hope he'd have memories of the prison if he did.]

So many problems could have been prevented if whoever named us in the first place had gone with Adapters or something. [There's a little smile and isn't it nice to be on the ship where you can see a person's smile instead of the polluted moon.]

I knew a golem once. I mean someone who always identified that way. Or one and a third golems maybe.

I'd like that. [He'll even promise not to use the Mind Stone to cheat, because what fun is a game like that if you cheat?]

I can only imagine. None here have given you any difficulty, I should hope? [Even he hasn't seen too much pushback, and he's very obviously visually different than the other Fleet residents.]

One and a third? A part-human, or some other situation?

[She shakes her head.] No, nothing like home. Dean was suspicious, but we had an understanding. Not that he stayed around long.

And as far as the golems go I knew a little golden flying adorable ball and a guy who was part rock golem. I'm not sure if the math adds up, but I'm sticking with one and a third. [Because the math doesn't really matter.]

No, he didn't. [And he does look thoughtful about that much; the Windrose has seen a fair amount of activity recently, for all that they've finally enough room for everyone again.]

Ah--would that be Timcanpy, by any chance? I've not met any rock golems here, but Allen's friend is in the Fleet along with him.

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