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a) caprine

[This can be backdated a bit! Come and meet your newest crewmate, Caprine. Slightly disappointed by the lack of private bunks, Finn quickly settles in to his role as Security and spends the first few days thoroughly familiarizing himself with the ship. The food isn't nearly as bad as he'd been warned, especially with their nice, upgraded kitchen. Most of all, he seems very relieved to be off the lonely Marsiva.]

b) shopping

[While he doesn't have a whole lot of money yet, Finn has decided to invest what he does have in a gas mask so he can get out and explore. He avoids anything terrible Stormtrooper-like with a passion, which leads to looking at some of the more esoteric masks. A bird? A plant? Come help him make a decision that isn't terrible!]

c) catch-all

[Anything else? Feel free to add in something!]

Moon: Exploring Inside
[Indoors Kitty can be found looking around, just getting a read on the vibe of the place and the inhabitants. She pauses around some of the more interesting art and architecture and takes her time through the museums. The shopping selection doesn't get much more than a passing glance except when something metal catches her eye.

Moon: Exploring Outside
[She's not a big fan of having to wear the mask, but she still does it for exploring the forest. There's a gauntlet strapped to her right forearm. It doesn't look like the original exactly—there's an almost steampunk vibe to it now where you can see gears fused and distorted together, but it can still shoot out three sharp metal claws thanks to Erik—Blade's—help. She finds a dead tree to cut up so she can get a feel for it. The claws are also brass now, which is a far cry from the original adamantium, but it's nice having the familiar weapon back. She doesn't have much trouble with the terrain since she can always walk on the air over it. Interesting how it does feel just a little different while phased than air normally feels to her.]

Moon: Games
[She'll keep an eye on people playing their games. There are many things about them that appeal to her—the action, the teamwork, the socialization. She hates the name though. War games? War is not a game. Not unless you've never seen one or you're a psychopath. She spends a lot of her time on the fringe, watching instead of participating. It's easier to include herself with the strategy games though especially chess. Step up and try your luck or ask her to join your paintball team or something!]

Windrose
[Spending her days in a breathing mask loses it's shine fairly quickly. She'll be on her ship spending most of her time on the bridge—the domain of the pilot after all or the kitchen—the domain of the hungry. Her own room is small and private and she tends to prefer being around people, so she's rarely there for more than sleep.]

Iskaulit
[She's a couple months into her Drift Fleet stay and forming something of a routine which includes, without fail, time spent training. Though she might poke her head into other areas of the ship since there are still parts of it she hasn't fully explored.]

Anything
[Whatever thing you want that I didn't cover!]

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[Max vanishes almost as soon as they get there. He leaves Rock to keep them company (so at least it's like Max never left, obviously, since they're so alike). But he doesn't take all his things, and that's probably a good enough sign. He's only gone for two days, though. Just two. Wanders back into the SS Starstruck with without a mask and sighs, a bit on the pale side. Somebody didn't bother with protecting himself from those toxins. And is about to spend a whole day resting (and maybe barfing but whatever, he's fine). Luckily for him, though, just being out of the air is already doing wonders for him.

He puts fuel and coolant in the cargo bay, in a little storage area. As well as one emergency gas mask. All he could really afford right now, until he got more stable work.

At some point, after far too much deliberation, he enters the bathroom and returns with a completely... clean-shaven face. Granted his hair is still a bit overgrown, bangs a bit wild across his forehead, and he's still golden and dusty and spackled with what appears to be automotive oil. but... he's. Shaven. It's a miracle. Bet some of you didn't know this motherfucker had an upper lip after the hobo hair he was rocking for a while. Shocking, I know.

He sleeps off the illness in one of the shuttles, then takes time out of the day to work on training with Rock; he's gotten a lot achieved, which isn't surprising, given how much time you have to waste aboard the ships: sit, heel, and lay down are easy tricks now. And now they've finally perfected 'speak'. The dog's eager barks sound off through the ship.]

Mmh. Good.

[Max is pleased. So very pleased.

He can also be found outside their ships, lingering around. But more than that, he's found a bit of good work for credits and the like: in one of the working areas, he can be discovered working on the land transit. In fact, he's elbows deep in a jeep's hood, nearly disappearing into it. Probably looks something like so:

You might only know it's him by the obvious leg brace.

... Yeah, they really like the cut of his car jib. In exchange for his time and effort, they've been feeding him on the side, too. He can't complain. As for his mask -- which is required while he's working out there anyway -- it's a simple half-mask that covers his mouth and nose. Nothing fancy. He's not one for polished goods.

... He'll be getting into war games, don't you doubt it.

But we'll see that later. Yessir.]

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[She will spend some time there out of curiosity to start, and stick around for the job opportunity. She quickly earns a reputation for vehicle handling, both the maintenance and running of. She's got a particular knack for bigger and weightier ATVs, but she's not too bad with the landspeeders, either.]

[Overall, though, it unsettles and angers her, seeing the world in this state. Seeing - and having to wear the masks - leaves a gnawing sickness in the pit of her stomach. She tries to forgo the mask herself when she can, drawing a scarf over her nose and mouth instead. It's not as effective, and while she's sturdier than most, she's not invincible.]

[Overall, wherever you find her, she's going to be a little more drawn than usual with a perpetual, if slight, frown.]

[What she wouldn't find for a healthy, green world.]

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[ peggy's no stranger to masks. in an unexpected fashion, its utilitarian lines and shape actually compliment the business-like lines of her skirt suit. what isn't business-like are the colourful paint splotches dotting the dark blue of her clothing. presumably, she got herself caught up in someone else's paintball match -- to the extent where a red smudge dashes off her mask's edge and into her long loose curls. her face is barely visible, but she's likely recognizable by all else: figure; stance; body language.

just like max is unmistakable, even bent over a jeep's cracked hood. and it ain't just the leg brace. she'd been walking back through the settlement on her way to a short-range shuttle, but she'd seen the curve of his posture at a distance and (having not seen him for a few days) thought it best to check in. so (metal briefcase in hand) she modifies her route.

rather than announce herself with some word or shout, she reaches the jeep and gives its flank a sharp double-rap with her knuckles. ]

[ -- if peggy stops at a nearby vehicle yard, it's only because she's already come to expect she might fight max among the tires and wing-mirrors. whatever reason she's looking for him today, however, doesn't much mutter. and when she spots furiosa -- who she recognizes from the network, even with her face half-covered -- she stops a few feet off and raises her hand.

meanwhile, she's opted for a full mask. ]

[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?

[THUNK, that's the sound of his head hitting something as his butt jumps in surprise -- and then he's sitting up out of the jeep's guts with a scowl and a distorted huff through the mask. Funnily enough, Max speaks quite a bit through his eyes, so she doesn't even have to see more than the raising eyebrow on his forehead.

Yeah, he's looking at the paint all over her outfit.

.......

What's up with all that mess, Peggy?]

[ Leto doesn't need a mask, thankfully. Any chemicals or poisons that enter his body are converted and broken down carefully, due to his Bene Gesserit heritage. A Duke's son must always know about poisons, the phantom voice chides him. Carefully, he sets aside a little time to correct the bodily process. It would not do to irritate the Worm.

As he wanders this polluted place, he comes across a small gathering of people playing chess. Old, diluted variation of chess, not like the kind he used to play.

Ten minutes later, he has taken over that corner as another person leaves in disgust. He twirls the piece in his fingers, a knowing smile on his face. ]

[ kate (who considers herself to be futzing adorable in her mask) shoulders a particularly non-lethal looking paintball gun. she carries it against the back of her neck, with her wrists draped over either end.

and when she recognizes kitty, she slows down. with a jerk of her head, she invites the other young woman to join. ]

Come on. I could use a wingwoman. [ muffled, but friendly. ]

[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.]

[Hearing everyone speak through the masks does take some getting used to, but the people of the moon really know what they are doing with that technology at least. One of the trickier things is recognizing people who she only ever met over video with part of their faces covered and their voice somewhat altered. She manages to make the connection with Kate though.]

I guess I could. [As if she hadn't already been thinking about it.] Who are we [that's a yes] up against?

[ her eyes might be a bit more...veiled -- by glass, chiefly. but she can still see his, which often speak louder than his mumbled words. in response, she points at herself (at the smudges) and shrugs. ]

Got in the way of someone's game. [ her voice is muffled, but peggy makes a point of adjusting her own volume and elocution in order to make herself heard. ] Nothing serious.

That's a great question. [ kate's eyes are expressive. bright, wide, and they telegraph more of her mood (perhaps) than her mouth does.

she turns her body and looks at the rest of the 'crew' heading for the forest. ] Buddy stepped on someone else's foot, I guess? And they weren't having such a great day, I guess, because it all devolved into handing out paintball rifles and chanting. My participation is collateral damage.

Well, as long as there's solid reason. [Which there isn't, but luckily she comes with her own.] Wouldn't mind seeing that marksmanship of yours though. [She'd smirk, but it's lost in the mask anyway.]

[Kitty pauses when she sees a familiar face in it's entirety at one of the tables.] Should I be worried you don't have a mask or just mildly annoyed that you don't need one?

I find both is acceptable. I could teach you the techniques but it involves a lot of complex muscle control.

[ And bullshit science. So much of it. ]

MOON »

[ very early on, kate gets her hands on a sleek and stylish looking mask to help her very mortal and very human respiratory system filter out the lion's share of lethal toxins. one has to wonder if her entire wardrobe isn't filled with varied hues of purple and pink because -- no matter what day she's seen -- she always seems to match.

although she avoids a lot of conflicts on her own behalf, she often gets dragged into war games in loud and bold support of others. friends, perhaps. or crewmates. or maybe just some guy on the street whose cause seems worthwhile. after all, it's not as though the games are hurting anyone. and she particularly likes the paintball matches -- or anything that involves sharp aim, really. she's supportive of those on her team, but ruthless with those on the opposite. she might just pop out from behind a toxin-weakened tree and snipe you, fellow fleeter! or just maybe you got caught playing a strategy game with her, instead. your chances of winning would be better.

throughout the city, she hits the usual hotspots: shopping, shopping, and more shopping. but once that avenue is thoroughly exhausted (and it happens quick, given how over-saturated the hobby had been at the previous stop), kate turns to...other diversions. curious down to her bones, she spends an awful lot of time wandering the indoor museums. she's particularly struck by whatever passes for modern art on this moon. god, she could lose hours staring at walls and wide geometric prints...

finally, she uncovers something fantastic near the training grounds. although the moon is avowedly anti-violence and weapons are definitely on the blacklist, there's something universally sportsmanlike about a shooting competition. so long as the well-documented bows and arrows never leave the indoor training field (and so long as they're used in the pursuit of games greatness), she can book a range for an afternoon and lose herself in some proper archery. the arrows are blunted, but the feeling's the same. ]

BLAMELESS »

[ or catch her back on the blameless for meals, r&r, or other casual social needs. ]

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[Oh, well, nothing serious. Works for him. He still is trying to wrap his head around this talk of 'games'. Apparently no violence, none that he's used to. How on earth did this world not spiral into pure chaos? It makes him wonder. Is his world really so lost? (Yes, yes it is).

He climbs back out from under the jeep's hood, putting down a wrench on a chair nearby with all his essentials. They'd just removed the original engine -- apparently they go bad very quickly here -- and he's working out the kinks before the new one gets shipped in. Looks good, though. And it's also strange to find vehicles without rust, without the need to be held together with chain or rope or whatever works.]

Should be more careful where you walk.

[Such apt advice, Max. He wipes at his hands while an older woman wanders over towards them — she's got a mask much like Max's, her warm eyes crinkled in the corners as she addresses him with a rough voice, like a smoker's.

"Should be in today, Handsome." She motions at Max, laughing a spell in Peggy's direction. "Doesn't have much in the way of names, does he? Anyway -- here. Fresh from my own pan. You been working for hours without stopping, haven't you? I notice everything around this dump."

She's gone as fast as she's arrived, leaving Max standing there with a Styrofoam container of dinner. Yet another gift from the woman who had given her name... which he didn't absorb. Ah. Anyway. He turns back to Peggy.]

... Working for pay n' food.

[Clearly. In case you thought he was conning older ladies out of exotic casseroles.]

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[ the woman -- stranger though she is -- gets a smile that can't be seen and a warm tip of the head. although peggy doesn't answer with words, there's an immediate camaraderie to be found with someone coming to much the same conclusions as her own. she lets the two of them tidy up their transaction. silent, observing, and amused.

she saves her spoken reaction for after the woman leaves. there (predictably) turns max, and he makes his clumsy attempt to explain away what seems to her a perfectly natural exchange. ]

Whatever you say, Handsome, [ she teases. how could she not? ] From where I'm standing, it looks like a mighty fine hustle.

[Sorry. X-Men only use the most sciencey of science.] It'd be a nasty pass/fail test at the end. Survive or don't. [Actually, it kind of sounds like a final exam she'd give back in the day. Her eyes drop down, recognizing the game there.]

Chess, huh? [Of course it would be chess.]

[Cole is wearing a mask, because one was put on him by a kind person who thought the simple boy needed someone to help him.

He sits down opposite Leto and just watches him for a moment. He came here because he was aware of him, like he's aware of Solas, of other things.

He doesn't know how to play this version of chess.

His mind/soul/self reaches to try and commune with Leto. It's been so long, since River, since he could share like spirits shared.]

_{[ Kirk had been drawn over when he saw the people playing chess. How could he not be, when he had such a connection to the game? Just watching the people made him ache and miss his crew, especially Spock, whom was usually willing to entertain him with a game or two. The tiny, fractional changes in his expression whenever he lost were always worth it.

Through the crowd, though, he sees a familiar face and he smiles to himself, recalling their first encounter. It had been too long...

He wandered over, taking the seat across from the other confidently. ]}

Care for another game, Leto?

No matter where we go or where we end up . . . there must be chess.

[ He's faintly amused by the coincidence. If it can be called that. ]

My sister always says I play a "mean" game of chess.

[ Leto's a multitude, a million ghosts inhabiting one body. His soul is coloured, patched by many, many memories, so many of which do not even belong to him. Though, under it all, his core remains undisturbed. A faint, steady beacon of light that beats steadily to the heart of the universe, to the heart of time. Unlimited kindness, unlimited selflessness enclosed in a vessel of degrading humanity.

If Leto senses Cole reaching out to him, he doesn't mention it. ]

This is not the best place for you, little guidichar.

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