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Around! And not so around.
[As time passes Kitty has been visiting the moon less. She doesn't enjoy wearing the mask and she's getting restless, hoping they can move on soon. She's been pretty directionless in the Fleet, and that becomes more apparent when the new distractions to explore run low.

She manages to burn off a lot of that restlessness with Winn which generally happens on the SS Tourist at night. If the shuttles are all on board at night you can almost guarantee there's one extra from Winn visiting. During the days when she's not at the Iskaulit for one reason or another you can find her reading on the bridge, exercising in the cargo bay, snacking in the kitchen—she tends to graze instead of eating meals when the meals are as they are, or just generally being around. She may hit you up for conversation or a game of chess at any moment though. Be prepared!]

Blameless Crew
[Kitty has set up a few visits from people she knows well on the Blameless. Scattered over time and without giving her actual reasons over the network. Don't worry. She's prepared to play chess or give you bacon or whatever she suggested. Of course, it's kelp bacon. Details, details.]

Wildcard
[Anything else. Plans and stuff. Random visits with or without invites. Running into other people's visitors!]

A

[It was window-cleaning day for the bots, so any visitors to the Windrose might find Castle's group of upgraded bots cleaning the ship's many windows. The squeegees could get a little loud, and sometimes the bots got in competition to clean off every last streak and bit of dust.

Castle... was following them with popcorn. Hey, it was either that or get back into playing paintball.]

B

[Castle's room was now too large to contain his creativity. After his "hey I might be dead" confession, he'd been struck with several ideas for a new mystery- starring, of course, characters who were similar to (but not actually) members of the Drift Fleet.

So he'd set up a board in the cargo bay, with lots and lots of sticky notes attached, to plan a story.]

Laying Low
[Wrath is basically laying low this month, just hoping for progress on the fix for her back. Just duty and training Officer Snuggles, basically.

She's also feeling a bit on edge and paranoid, thanks to knowing that the Stalker might be around somewhere. She's keeping to herself to an unusual degree, and may be found wandering the hall with Officer Snuggles at odd hours--

--or taking a shower, because no one should miss the opportunity to have an awkward conversation with their naked first officer, right?]

Chess
[She does have a new hobby--chess--thanks to Charles. And she's more than happy to play against anyone else as long as they have a set or can borrow Kitty's.]

Drawing
[She might take a break from the brooding (as much as she ever broods) in the armory to sit in the cargo bay and sketch for a bit, or work on a digital painting. She's always happy to having someone kibitz!]

[Usually an island of calm patience, the Vision has been acting rather restless lately. He's acquired nearly everything he might want from the moon so he's more often at home on the ship. His crew can always find him on the bridge at dedicated times of day, because it's important for a captain to be accessible, but even when he's there he's almost always tinkering with some device or other instead of sitting still. The cargo bay is starting to look more full than usual after investing in some chemicals for trade and his plants are thriving. He's only picked up a few specimens from this moon due to their toxicity, but he hopes to find a use for them regardless; they sit on the highest shelves to minimize accidental contact.

When he's not in one of those two areas, he's almost always down in Engineering working on various projects except for a few hours of rest in his quarters.]

( sewing )

[ as you walk through the common areas on the ship, you might see the little queen sitting with a bunch of fabrics and using a thread and needle. she works in absolute quiet, seems focused on her work and perhaps a bit more pensive and less enthusiastic than usual.

or perhaps that's just the impression she wishes to give today. you're welcome to come sit with her, however. ]

( sick - bay )

[ thankfully, not many people are sick because of the air anymore and so most of the hours she spends here are quiet, devoted to learning and understanding the different medications and the equipment of her lab.

you may find her in her silks but barefoot, looking at different papers. she will smile at you when you walk in

'I do hope this is an ordinary visit and that you are not feeling ill' ]

[After the famous 'Officer Snuggles' incident, Ordis has become more and more protective of his personal space. He's spending less time in his room and more glued to Tenno's side, however, with the news that the Stalker has found his way to the fleet and maybe, just maybe he can be found down in the armory trying to get a feel for different weaponry. Untrained and woefully underestimating the difficulty of all of them he may be, but he's not about to let any of that get in his way. He has an Operator to protect.

When he isn't fretting over a possible invasion and confrontation, he can be found at the bridge, trying to learn more and more about the systems of the ship and maybe forlornly staring out into space every once in a while.]

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[The advantage of being a communications officer is that the Stalker figured out ship-to-ship transmissions rather quickly. He's been biding his time, of course: watching his crewmates, training in private, trying to get used to this strange augment.

But now? Now he is comfortable enough with this strange body and his equipment that it is time to give the Tenno what he deserves. The Stalker records the feed in the privacy of the training area. With his newfound abilities, he can transmit it on every screen in the Windrose.]

Crew of the Windrose. You have a murderer in your midst.

Making a New Mark
[After the incident at the masquerade, it's been made painfully more clear that the Stalker was going to be an issue at some point or another. It was certainly a reminder of home that he would've gladly have left behind. Instead it decided to stare him in the face, barely hidden away behind a mask. At the very least Ordis had been distracted so the incident didn't garner a rise out of him.

He wanted to prove that he didn't belong to that man. Sure the scar across his back and chest was enough to show his defiant survival but he wasn't willing to flaunt that about. No the main detail that was easily shown was the stalker's sigil branded into his left bicep. A sickening reminder worse than the scar. So he took matters into his own hands.

A large stitched up laceration now crossed over the mark. It had been painful but worthwhile in his mind. That and there now was a new tattoo going along his right arm. Circuits in blue and black, pulsing but much more vibrant and alive than the darks of the sigil. It had been a search to find someone who could do it on the moon but he managed. Now he had to be more careful in his job because of it all.]

Work and All
[More often than not, the tenno can be found nearby the armory doing a majority of the clean up and moving of supplies. It was his part of the half while Wrath continued to take it easy due to her back. Most of the time it wouldn't be unusual to see Ordis glued to his side while he did his duties about the ship. The cephalon prattling away about new discoveries and whatnot while he listened intently.

Other times, he'd be down in the cargo bay by the fish tank trying to meditate and relax.]

Vision? Wrath? Could y'all meet me on the bridge? I got something important to tell you.

[She'll wait for them there, trusting that they'll come.]

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