driftfleet | (ship mingle) your mom's chest hair!!

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[Hello, Caprine! As per usual, you've got your range of selection for music (or rather, Joseph is consistently broadcasting a selection over the intercom): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6.]

[Requests for jams are allowable, but subject to Joseph's scrutiny. Complaints should be passed along to Cloudy who will definitely (not) forward them to Joseph as part of her first mate duties.]

[Anyway, if you're looking for your captain, you'll find him in his usual spot this month in the pilot's seat on the bridge. He's doing just about everything that isn't piloting this month, which means he's reading comic books, taking a nap, or probably babytalking Cloudy. Cloudy is naturally soaking up this attention either in Joseph's lap or in her doggybed near his chair.]

[Of course, this month is a little bit different. You aren't going to find Joseph anywhere near that moon if he can help it. So, that means he's got to keep himself entertained with what limited options there are available to him on the Caprine as is. This is where you'll find Joseph positioning Cloudy on the pilot's chair, wearing his aviator cap with her paws on the controls. (Don't worry, the ship's locked on autopilot. Cloudy will not crash the Caprine as her papa inevitably will one of these days.) Joseph also wastes some of the hot water (whoops) to have Cloudy sit in the shower with a little bathing cap on her tiny head. At some point, he'll be in the kitchen with Cloudy as well, but instead of feeding her? Yeah, you guessed it. He's figuring out how to make it look like she's cooking. Why is he doing these things? Well, he's gotta harass people with pictures, of course. Feel free to catch him in the act or have him blowing up your communicator with pictures of how cute his dog is doing human-y things, and feel free to make up other things he might be having Cloudy do like being essentially Rosie the riveter down in the engine room or wearing some severely ill-fitting armor down in the armory.]

[Please file your complaints with Atroma for not providing him with more entertainment, okay.]

closed - suzie.

[You would not think that one girl would be this hard to find, but Suzie proves a lot more difficult to find than initially anticipated. Joseph had assumed that given Suzie doesn't exactly have an aggressive need to win or a mean bone in her body, she'd spend maybe a singular hour on the moon down below before deciding she should go back to the ship and stay there. But that's probably not giving her can-do spirit enough credit because God love her, but she's probably trying to find something worthwhile about the hazardous waste-filled moon. Hell, she might even be on her way to finding how she can help out with some of the terraforming equipment or whatever like some of the other engineers. As far as Joseph is concerned though, he's got a much more important job for her.]

[Which is why it doesn't matter what she's in the middle of doing or who she might be in the middle of talking to. The moment Joseph finds her on the moon, he bends down and scoops her up—carrying her like the princess she is—and immediately begins carrying her away to the shuttle he's parked not too far off.]

I've been looking all over for you. [Without just using the communicator to get her attention, you know, as would make more sense. But that would take time and you know what? Shut up. Joseph's gonna do things the hard way if he damn well pleases.] I need you right now.

[Boy oh boy, she is not complaining about this rescue in the slightest. As much as she's desperately wanted to avoid the moon as much as possible, her can-do attitude has still sometimes compelled her to make her way down onto the surface anyway, out of what's probably good-intentioned but hilariously misplaced hope of finding something positive and redeemable hidden away like a diamond in the rough.

As it is, there's been a lot of rough, and no diamonds in sight.

Consequently, some vendor's attempts at selling her a twenty-four pack of industrial-strength chemical cleaner are abruptly made moot as arms slide around her back and beneath her knees and WHEE, HERE WE GO.]

A-Ah! ...Jojo?

[NOW THERE'S A PICKUP LINE FOR YOU. "I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW" OH MY GOD TALK ABOUT UNIRONICALLY ROMANTIC AS SHIT. And also funny because it quite literally is a pickup line, as evidenced by...well. Here she goes.

Evidently it's working, though, because rather than remaining flustered, it's instinct to wrap her arms around his neck and snuggle right in on impulse, even before trying to find out what on earth is going on.]

Hi! Where are we going? Haha, Jojo, come on, I could walk on my own, really...!

[translation: DO NOT PUT HER DOWN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.]

[Sometimes Joseph has to marvel and how he managed to end up with two people who will say one thing and then do the exact opposite. Of course, the way they go about it is still quite different from each other. She can walk on her own, but she's just going to make herself as comfortable as possible in his arms. Fortunately, Joseph at this point knows better than to listen to what Caesar or Suzie say and pay more attention to what they do. Caesar's all rough and bristling edges when he's playing hard to get while Suzie's girlish playfulness. One thing though that's the absolute same is how much they soak in the attention underneath their half-hearted attempts at protest though. That's what he pays attention to.]

[...Still. It wouldn't be Joseph if he didn't tease a little. He starts to dip down like he's going to set her down—he absolutely will not—with a sly grin underneath his mask.]

You sure? [he sing-songs.] I'm pretty sure I can walk faster. Plus, I know where we're going. But if you can walk on your own...

[Hey there, Caprine, it's your still wet-behind-the-ears Security officer. Finn's been splitting his time between the ship and the moon pretty evenly; he's taken to chowing down indiscriminately on the various flavors of protein gel without once complaining, and he doesn't have any problem sharing sleeping quarters or showers. he has picked up the habit of wearing the Atroma-issued security armor every time he goes out, thanks to the war games, but he sheds it as soon as he gets back and seems to enjoy just hanging around in the relative quiet. (Relative, thanks to the music selection, but even that wasn't hard to get used to.)

His favorite thing to do, though, is browse the file directory for the ridiculous things Atroma sent people around Calibrations. And he has a lot of questions - often about Earth culture, since it seems to be so prevalent.

The other place he's likely to be found is on the Iskaulit, spending a lot of time with the Jedi there....]

[Dany hadn't taken to her role as Communications Officer immediately upon her arrival, but she had been aboard the Caprine for a time now and she felt it prudent to welcome anyone newly arrived, which is why when she finds Finn in the kitchens eating the disgusting gel, she has a small plate of fruit set before him. It wasn't much, but they had a small selection of things in the pantry. She still had the jerky she'd been given before their engineer's departure. It hadn't been a long interaction between them but it made her feel saddened that she hadn't seen him in some time.]

Are you settling in well?

[She leans casually in the doorway, holding a mug of freshly brewed tea from the dispenser in one hand and a piece of fruit in the other.]

[Wait, what? Hold everything, no, wait, this isn't what she wanted at all, noooooooo she's descending OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO — and so naturally she holds on even tighter and more emphatically, wriggling a little against the possibility of being let go.]

No, no, I changed my mind! Jojo, I changed my mind, dooooooooooon't!

[She's, like, 75% sure he's teasing, of course, but that remaining 25% is prevalent, and a firm reminder of why it's always dangerous to gamble with a Joestar.]

[More food? More real food? That gets an absolutely delighted grin from Finn, though he finishes chewing first before he talks.]

Hey, thanks! I thought we couldn't get much resupply in this place. Where'd you find these?

[Is he using the pumpkin spice protein as an apple dip?]

Oh, yeah. Not too different from home here, except the food's better. [Yes, he did just say that.] Miss one of my friends, but I know she's doing all right back home so I'm not worried.

[Joseph chuckles at the reaction with how quickly Suzie changes her mind. It's about what he would have predicted her to do. So, he straightens back out and holds her close with only the regret that he can't also kiss it better as well right now.]

Alright! Don't worry, I've got you. I promise your feet won't touch the ground until we get to the Caprine.

[And now she at least knows where Joseph's whisking her away to! In case the shuttle that he's stopping outside of wasn't a good indication that they weren't staying on the moon. Joseph gets the door on the shuttle open with a bump of his hip, already keeping true to his word that her feet won't touch the ground.]

[Once she's righted, she's even faster to settle in again, keeping reasonably still so as not to make it harder for Joseph to carry her by squirming around. Really, it's nice, in a fun and playful kind of way; the dashing around with Jojo close by is far preferable to anything she'd been doing on the moon's surface, even with the slight shame of being rudely whisked away from that one vendor guy factored in.

These masks really are terrible. She can't even nuzzle up for a pleasant mid-carry snuggle, with all this plastic and metal and glass in the way.

Once they're in the shuttle, though, things are familiar, albeit just a different kind of tedious. Trading the open air for the cramped quarters of the shuttle isn't much of a trade, even with all of the pollution outside.]

Mm, so that's where we're going! What's on the Caprine, hmm? Your captain's quarters?

[GET IT, SUZIE.]

[ Dean, the newbie here on this lovely ship, can be found milling about when he isn't kicking it and getting into a disturbing amount of fights out on the moon. Playing wargames isn't even the name of the game, no he's just a little trigger happy when it comes to causing a ruckus. Which likely means he's looking a little battered and bruised at any given time, though he's still resisting that whole sleeping like a normal human thing, despite the vast opportunity for it. (Though, he can probably be found slowly beginning to nod off on his cot at least once or twice during the day.) He's used to less than four hours a night, this is absolute madness. So don't mind him if he just happens to pace past you a hundred kagillion times - he's kind of a nervous wreck and it's likely that it shows. He's not truly trying to be a dickhead, he just sort of... is one.

But he can most definitely be found in the kitchen being somewhat horrified and intrigued by the food selection. He might in fact be making himself more coffee than any person should be drinking, but the whole thing is somewhat of a thrill, so he's seemingly taking advantage while the opportunity is right in front of him. Not to mention, the weird food situation? While it is, yes, weird- it still could be worse. There could be no food. Even if Dean is kind of mostly not too interested in eating the crap.

Also? The likelihood that he's coming back from the moon smelling like an obscene amount of whiskey is, well, proooobably pretty high. But let's not point out the fact that he's not even remotely acting like he had a drink or fifty. Man can hold his booze. ]

Edited 2016-04-10 01:19 (UTC)

[For the most part, Joseph's learned to ignore whatever weird habits people have in their communal bunk. It's not like his own snoring doesn't have the tendency to wake people or keep them awake, or whatever. But the new guy's consistent pacing this night is starting to grate on his nerves. He'd be able to sleep through because he can just about sleep through damn near anything, but he cannot sleep through it when it's keeping Cloudy, his dog, awake and wriggling around on the captain's bed.]

[So, there comes a point where Joseph admits defeat, but rather than immediately sit up, he removes his pillow out from underneath his head and pelts it directly at Dean. Then he sits up.]

Go to sleep, [he says in a harsh whisper so as not to disturb any of the others who were lucky enough to fall asleep before the pacing started.]

[ Dean is somewhat sure he isn't bugging anyone. Which is to say, he has no idea as to whether or not he may be, and hasn't really stopped to think about it. But he has bad habits ingrained from five years of needing to be awake at all times for convenience's sake. While there might be the possibility of sleeping like a normal human with no imminent threat hanging about his head, it's really pretty damn hard to shut that part of his mind up. He'd apologize for it if he could. Really he... no, okay, he probably wouldn't.

But yeah, that sure is a pillow coming straight for his head. Dean only flinches sort of halfway, but manages to grab the thing somewhere between mid air and colliding with his face. He stuffs it under his arm and stares through the dim light, eyebrows raised. ]

Keeping you up? [ Ya think, Dean? ]

[It isn't much! They get what they can from planet to planet. Her first week here she ate nothing but the weird jerky she'd been given, intermingled with the gross goop they usually get. It was a rough week. Luckily- she's eaten worse things. Having to cook her own horse after it died of starvation in the desert leading to Quarth had been slightly unpleasant but she'd take horse meat over the goop any day.]

Occasionally, we do get supplies when we travel from planet to planet. There is a small pantry aboard the ship but it mostly has more of the usual suspects.

[The pumpkin spice protein might be a nice dip? She's tried the protein thing herself but not as a dip. That might be good? Clearly she needed to try it.]

The food is better? I suppose you are fortunate to have arrived then!

[You poor thing.]

That's great! Maybe I can find something down on the moon to stock up some more. [It's expensive as hell, but what else is he going to use his money for? What is saving? Someone's never had to deal with money before, clearly.]

I'd say so. [He munches on the dipped apples - tastes good to him.] We haven't been attacked once yet, so it's already better than where I was. As for the food, picture this only with like one flavor.

That's not a serious question is it?

[Joseph has to reach out and pull Cloudy back into the bed beside him because she's about to hop down. Where she might want to go is anyone's guess, but Joseph doesn't feel like having to wrangle his dog on top of everything else. He pulls her into his lap and rubs at both her cheeks with his hands.]

If you can't sleep, at least go somewhere else to do that.

[What?]

What?

[Yep. You will find not a single person out there with smoother moves than Joseph Joestar. Observe him in all his glory as he deftly handles this advance put forth by his girlfriend. Knocking this one out of the park, honestly.]

[What little is left of his dignity is mildly saved when it doesn't take him too terribly long to recover. Relatively speaking. There is a small, internal debate about the proposition. On the one hand, Joseph's trying to be responsible here and do what's best for his ship and his crew. But on the other hand, his girlfriend just propositioned him. This is far too much for his young, male brain. Joseph clears his throat.]

Well, that's certainly there.

[And currently empty since most of the crew has vacated to go stir up trouble on the moon. Joseph sits in the pilot's seat for the shuttle, letting Suzie occupy his lap with her legs over the arm of the chair. The door to the shuttle starts to close and the filtering system starts to kick in, so Joseph peels off his mask, tossing it into one of the spare chairs and fixes his hair. He's leaving the but hanging in the air because...]

[Because but his girlfriend just propositioned him. God, being a responsible adult sucks. Who wrote these rules? He demands a refund.]

That's not exactly what I had in mind though. [Dammiiiiiiit-uh.] Not right away.

[It is a Herculean effort not to laugh at him, or more specifically not at him but at least in his general vicinity. In fairness to him, she hadn't seriously expected that he'd interrupt her in her daily life just for something like that — or rather, only for something like that — but when the implications are there, who is she to not take the opportunity to make good use of them?

Eventually she'll have to take pity on him and let him actually explain whatever it was he had in mind. For the time being, their masks coming off means she's got an easy shot at his throat, and she makes quick use of it by ducking in to place a kiss against his Adam's apple.

After all, she's got to have her fun too, doesn't she?]

Oh, well. What did you have in mind, then?

[It is a perfectly innocent question that is probably not implying anything about knocking boots in the pilot's seat. It is but a simple question.]

I'm always happy to help out, Jojo...

[This woman is an unholy terror. Joseph was not prepared for this. Mostly because he didn't really take the time to think through how he was going to approach her in the first place because he really only got as far as get Suzie, so his awareness on what exactly he was inviting or implying is more or less an exemplar of the cliché that hindsight is 20/20. But he's still honestly never all that prepared for Suzie and is of the opinion that no one possibly could be. Which may or may not have anything or everything to do with why he like-liked her in the first place.]

[(Yes, that's right. Like-liked. He is an adult and adults can like-like each other. Heck off.)]

[But a simple question, his ass...]

[...What were they talking about again? Oh! Right! He's just gonna focus on...you know. Stuff. Like getting the shuttle up off the ground. Yeah, that's it! Responsible Jojo Mode Activated!! Or close to it. He does take a moment, however, to fix a few loose strands of Suzie's hair.]

You remember how I taught you some of the basics piloting these things?

[Ah, yes, the hair-fixing and subsequent semi-petting is highly well-received; she really gets tired of these stupid masks, and having the band sit on her head and the airtight seal against her face all day is a tedium made easier by the little things like this, the moments when she's free of them and there are fingers in her hair instead.]

Mmhmm! I remember. Oh, were you thinking of another lesson? Haha, you should've said something! I don't know when I'll ever have to use something like that, but it's better to know it and not need it than the other way around, sure!

[And she smiles up at him, eagerly.]

[The truth of the matter is, Suzie ends up on the Caprine a lot these days. Home is still the Bloodsport, and it's still where most of her duties keep her, but home-away-from-home is Captain Jojo and First Mate Cloudy's stomping ground, and it's gotten to a point where she feels just as comfortable stopping in for a visit as she would visiting extended family — the variety where you sort of see the front door open and just walk right in calling "hello, I'm here" to announce your presence, rather than waiting for an answered doorbell.

And since landing on the YuckMoon™, those visits have only gotten more frequent — like today, for example, when she seems to have rustled up a couple bags of shopping purchases and hauled them over to the Caprine instead of the Bloodsport, quite possibly for no better reason than that it was a shorter trip, and she was in a hurry to get her mask off as fast as possible.

Which means there's some new and definite clunking around going on, and if investigated, one might just discover Suzie setting up shop to trim colorful fabric into wing shapes, evidently with a crafty outcome in mind.]

Not quite, [Joseph says with a crooked grin, and he starts to wonder if it's even occurred to her that she can teach others things, too. He kisses her temple and decides to see by not telling her directly just yet. He's also mysteriously not done with fixing her hair.] You know, the Caprine's out of engineers, right?

[It's good to see another familiar face from his first arrival on his ship, especially after he'd had an enlightening discussion with the Captain and now knows her as Jojo's girlfriend. When he investigates the sounds, Suzie gets a friendly wave and a smile from the local newbie.]

Hey! How's it going?

They are? Oh, that's too bad! Haha, you'll have to be a lot more careful, then, if you won't have somebody on board to help keep an eye on things like that!

[Give her a second, though — actually, maybe five seconds, since four will get eaten up with this hair-playing — while the wheels start turning. Suzie, I need you, and the Caprine doesn't have an engineer, and now the discussion of fixing things...

Hmmm.]

Jojo...

[H M M M M...]

...Did you break something and you want me to show you how to fix it before anybody else finds out?

Finn! Hi! Oh, haha, did you get assigned to the Caprine, then? That's so great! Then you must've met Jojo and Caesar by now — they're some of the friends I was telling you about that one time!

[TECHNICALLY NOT UNTRUE. They are still definitely her friends. They are also a lot more than her friends but this is polite company we're talking about.]

Mm, I hope I'm not in the way or anything! I just wanted to work on things for the big event that's coming up, and the Bloodsport was farther away from where I was...wearing those masks all the time is really awful, isn't it? They stick on my face and feel so big and clunky!

I did, yeah. [He grins back and leans up against the wall.] Jojo said you come over to cook sometimes? And that you three have a, kind of a thing? [Words for this, he lacks them. But he knows, and it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.] So it's good to know you'll be visiting. We got plenty of room.

[He shakes his head a little ruefully.] It's not the first time I've been in a mask for a while. Doesn't bother me too much, but if you're not used to it I could see why.

(ship mingle) your mom's chest hair!!

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