mingle all the way

[summerschild]

Who: The crew of the SS Blue Fish + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Blue Fish
When: The month of April

[Come hang out on the SS Avastark, you nerds. It'll probably be alright.]

Comments

[bryces_pup]

A. Dated 4/8 or earlier

[Some may have noticed that Riona's been in a quiet, more withdrawn mood the past couple weeks. Not Zuko levels of withdrawal, mind you, but still unlike her. Her smiles have been rarer and she certainly hasn't been as talkative.

A lot of her time has been spent in her room or down in the cargo bay, practicing with her sword. And of course, in the kitchen, making tea or food. She'll say hello and make polite conversation, but little more than that unless pressed.

Something is definitely on her mind, worrying her, but she's being tight-lipped about it.]

B. Dated 4/9 and later

[...so it may definitely come as a surprise when one day, seemingly out of the blue, one may hear her squeal from inside her room before she comes hurrying out. She's bright eyed and smiling, and practically vibrating with excitement as she hurries down the hall.

And just like that, her melancholy mood's been lifted. Don't mind her if she accidentally runs into your character, still grinning as she apologizes, or if she suddenly seems extra chatty in the kitchen.

Mood whiplash, much?]

C. Dated after 4/9

[Whatever's got her excited won't keep her from doing her job. But something else, apparently, is.

She's seated at her usual spot on the bridge, but she's staring blankly at the panel. Once, she knew just what to do, even if she couldn't fully understand it. Now it's all gone, a complete blank.]

But... why can't I remember? Why isn't the augment helping?

[She sits up, nervously pacing as she tries to bring the information back. Everything was fine just yesterday. So why can't she recall?

In frustration, she smacks the wall nearest her. And out pops a drawer. Riona jumps, startled, before she turns and glares at the thing. A glare which quickly turns to confusion.]

That... was not there before. Where did that come from?

[Translation: someone's got a new augment.]

D. Closed to Leliana - future dated to after the Shuffle

[Now that Leliana's off the Marsiva, Riona can finally see her. Excitement radiating off of her, she hurries to their rendezvous point and waits for Leliana there.]

D.

[nugqueen]

[Leliana was still getting settled in the fleet, but her visit to the Blue Fish was one that left her immediately struck with wonder. She loved history and the arts and technologies but this was a wonder all its own. She'd never been aboard a structure such as this.

She might have taken a few minutes to get to their rendezvous point because she decided to sneak around and explore.]

Oh, these ships are so wonderful! How can anyone stand not wanting to explore them every day?

[That being the first thing out of her mouth as soon as she sees Riona probably doesn't surprise the Hero and Queen even a bit.]

[bryces_pup]

[Not at all, but still, Riona can't help but laugh a little.]

You would be fascinated. Funny enough, you get used to them rather quickly.

[Or perhaps it was just her.

Either way, before more can be said, Riona runs up to her and pulls Leliana into a fierce hug.]

Maker, I am glad you're here.

[nugqueen]

[Leliana returns the hug just as fiercely. She must be quite a sight, wearing her chainmail armor and cowl. It was different from the clothes she had worn on their journey together. Everything about her was much different.]

Is it any wonder? This place must have its own histories, secrets and things we don't know yet.

[But that can wait.]

Maker willing, we should have been brought together sooner. I feel as if I've missed so much while you've been here and I in Thedas.

[And there was so much Riona didn't know about either, so much she wished to tell her.]

[bryces_pup]

[Riona nods, acknowledging her words but not replying. Not yet. Yes, Leliana is older and a bit different and wearing a very interesting outfit. But at the moment, she only cares that she's here. The crew on her ship and the other friends she's made here have been wonderful. But Leliana knows her, knows what she's been through in a way few others could.

Finally she lets go and steps back, taking a good look at her friend and letting her presence sink in.]

What matters is that you're here now. And we have a lot to talk about. But first things first: tea?

B

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka has sure noticed the upturn of Riona's mood, and is glad of it. He's been getting more than a little worried, watching her slump around the place. To see her smiling again is a relief. He grins at her as she races around like a crazy person.]

Someone's in a good mood.

[bryces_pup]

[Riona slides to a stop, glancing over her shoulder with a grin in place.]

That obvious?

[She suspects as much, but she has to ask.]

[alwayscomeback]

[He pinches his thumb and forefinger together with a laugh. ]

Just a tiny little bit. What's cheer you up so much?

B

[theoniongirl]

[It's not meal time, but Jilly is taking a quick snack break between paintings when she sees the very happy-looking Riona in the kitchen. Rolling a piece of fruit between her hands, she tilts her head to consider the other woman with a smile]

I'm going with....good date? Or you won the lottery.

[bryces_pup]

[Riona pauses in her actions, which currently involve making up a nice sandwich. She shakes her head, though her smile doesn't falter.]

I'm afraid I don't know what a lottery is, but no. Neither. Someone from home, one of my dearest friends, just showed up.

[theoniongirl]

[she laughs] Then you did win a lottery. That's wonderful.

Back home, it's a competition of sorts. You pay for a ticket, along with a bunch of other people, and then one person's ticket "wins." The prize is usually all of the money that's been paid in, so the more people there are, the bigger the prize...but that also makes it harder to be the one with the winning ticket.

It gets used as an expression a lot, though, for when something unexpected and rare happens.

STILL A

[sandhate]

[ Anakin's waiting outside the lock and after being here for a split second, he's already out of patience. He comms her quickly. ]

I uh borrowed Stefan's chocolate chips and I'm outside, where are you?

[bryces_pup]

[Riona's surprised to see the message, but it does lift her spirits a little.]

In the kitchen. I'll come get you.

[While she's not entirely in the mood for company, she knows it's for the best if she has some. She's been brooding a bit too much. As she walks towards the door, she glances down and notes that she's not exactly dressed in her best. Her hair's in a bun on top of her head and she's in those awful coveralls. Crap. A moment of consideration passes where she debates whether or not to go back and make herself a bit more presentable. But that would keep Anakin waiting, and that's not acceptable.

A minute later, she arrives and opens the door for him, offering a smile.]

I didn't know you were coming.

[sandhate]

[ Anakin returns the smile and excitedly dangles the bag of chocolate chips in front of her. It might be the first time that they're actually meeting face to face but he's always been impatient and eager to get to the core of it; and today, that is sharing chocolates on sundaes. ]

I thought I had to pry these out of Stefan's cold dead fingers but it was just in the kitchen. We're in luck. [ A shrug, he lets himself on the ship and takes a few step before deciding it'd be better to let the person who knows where to go to lead. This time he does catch the look on Fiona's face and he paused for a second. ] It's not a bad time is it?

Jilly - OTA

[theoniongirl]

|Dates 4/9 or later|

[Jilly hasn't meant to stay reclusive--especially after her involuntary coma for the past week--but even after waking she doesn't make it planet-side any time soon. She's got the sudden rush of years of memories in her brain, alongside the knowledge that their presence can be messed with all too easily. She doesn't want to forget. Not again. So, in between meal preps, she can be found in her room working almost feverishly on a set of paintings. The canvases are small compared to what she'd been used to, and she can't work with oil paints in the enclosed space so she had more than a few rough starts as she adjusts to a new medium, but once she finds her stride she's hard to distract.

A. In her room

Most hours of the day, the artist can be found in her room, working away. Her door is usually open (both for ventilation and because she really does want to know how her crew is doing), so feel free to drop by while she works.

B. During meal preps

She does try to keep up with her duties in the kitchen, so most meal times she can be found before and during meal times, paint-speckled and cheerful as she helps keep the Blue Fish fed. Of course, if she's particularly focused on a project, meals might be a bit.....late. Or possibly burning. Maybe remind her that she had something on the stove?

C. Pick Your Own Adventure

Even a devoted artist and cook needs a break now and again. If she isn't soliciting a ride over to the Iskaulit, she can be found wandering the confines of the ship, stretching her legs and uncramping fingers that have spent the last few hours holding pens and brushes]

A for Art!!

[dancingmd]

[As Beverly is walking past Jilly's quarters one morning, the colorful canvases catch her eye and she slows down to take a look. Not wanting to intrude, however, she knocks softly on the door frame.]

Hello? Jilly? May I come in?

[theoniongirl]

Beverly, please!

[looking up from her work, she smiles as she quickly pushes her hair back behind one ear, leaving a streak of green paint along one cheek. She doesn't seem to notice.]

Feel free to just...push stuff aside. [a quick laugh as she realizes just how cluttered her room has gotten. Piles of library books are stacked on her one chair, and her art supplies and sketchbooks were heaped like small mountains along her bunk.] I should probably do something about this.

[dancingmd]

[She gives Jilly a good-natured smile.] I don’t mind.

[Sure, perhaps it hasn’t got the neat regimentation she’s used to in Starfleet and in her own quarters, but the room feels lived-in. It’s nice. Careful not to get them out of order, she moves the stack of books from the chair to the floor in order to take a seat. Her eyes are drawn first to the painting Jilly is currently working on, then to the others around the room.]

These are all so beautiful. You're quite talented!

B

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka, like a Pavlovian dog, is always in or around the kitchen close to meal times. You know, to be there for the exact second the food is placed on the table, and also for all spook-licking duties. He's glad Jilly is happier, but has stepped in to take his normal place at the table ready for food to find a burning pan. ]

FOOD! BURNING FOOD! FOOD IS BURNING!!!!

SOMEWHERE DOWN THE HALL

[save_the_souls]

[Allen wasn't in the kitchen. He was busy getting...well, something done. But Sokka's panic still triggers shouts from down the hall]

WHAT?! OH NO, THE FOODS BURNING!? SOMEONE PUT IT OUT!!!

[theoniongirl]

[she'd only stepped out for a minute...or, at least, that was all it was supposed to be...but the shouts definitely catch her attention, startling her away from the book she'd gotten sucked into when she'd gone to write down an idea. Tucking the pencil behind an ear, she makes a beeline for the stove, half-expecting to find the place burning down from the amount of panic in the guys' voices.

It's a bit of a relief when she darts in, just behind Sokka, and discovers that it's only a bit scorched where the food had begun to stick to the pan.

Okay...and it's a bit smokey...but it really could have been worse.]

I'm here, I'm here. Sorry.

Robb Stark / OTA

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[For most of the time Robb can be found inside the ship. The masks he has to wear are uncomfortable and he is wary of absolutely everything upon this planet. It does not tickle his adventurous side at all. Even though he does not particularly like it here, he does not want to die here either.

At the afternoon he has left his room and can be found in the kitchen slicing a couple of pieces of bread for himself. After covering the slices with butter he walks back to his room again, thoughtfully chewing on one of them. Unfortunately ships are still not the most common to Robb Stark and somewhere along the way he fails to pay attention to the floor and does not notice a black wire lying there.

Instead of that he stumbles, loses his balance and falls face flat on the floor, all that bread nicely spread around him.]

Bloody hell...

[A long string of colorful medieval-sounding curses follow as he rubs his nose.]

[theoniongirl]

Oh!

[and here's a tiny artist to help pick up the pieces.

She'd been on her way to the kitchen anyway to start prepping for dinner, and she's quick to stop when she sees him trip]

You okay?

[between all the time she'd spent on the space station and then her unexpected "nap" they'd only had the briefest of interactions, but her concern in genuine]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Well, except for a bit of a loss in his dignity and a swollen nose Robb is doing fine.]

Ah...you’ve seen that? [He tries to smile a little while rubbing his nose. When he sees a red mark on his fingers the frown on his face turns a little deeper.] Gods, it’s bleeding...

[Just his luck.]

[theoniongirl]

[she gives him a quick smile, then nods towards the kitchen]

I'm sure I saw nothing.

There are towels in the kitchen.