+1.5: Free Time Event

[hopefullyyours]

Who: The Crew of the Huntress
Broadcast: ??? IF YOU WANT???
Action: Here and there on the Huntress
When: Whenever!

[It's a nice ship, isn't it? It's definitely a nice ship. It doesn't matter if it's a nice ship to other people. It's a nice ship to him.

What a nice ship.]

Comments

[hopefullyyours]

[Komaeda hasn't ever been somebody prone to staying in one place for long without good reason, so any current members of the crew are likely to find a fuzzy-headed high-schooler rummaging in cabinets, looking around corners, checking out vents and their view angles, and testing the strength of doors versus being broken down.

Normal introductions? Psht.]

[misconceived]

[ Yeah, no. There's a whole introduction jingle and confetti and pudding and it is completely obvious that someone's here so Chris is just kind of trying to follow imaginary footsteps to see where they've gone. It takes him a minute but eventually he finds the curious kid. ]

Uh. Hi?

[hopefullyyours]

[Sweets have a minimal draw for Komaeda, because let's be real he's skinny enough to fit through a straw.

Other people, however....

Komaeda pulls his head out from inside the compartment he'd been checking for hidden doors or passages.]

Ah, hello! Nice to meet you. I'm Nagito Komaeda.

[Doesn't he just seem so normal and nice?]

[misconceived]

[ Truthfully? He might be one of the most normal ones on the ship... but Chris is the one who actually looks normal. He just stares for a minute before shaking his head. ]

Chris Halliwell. You're the new guy, right?

[hopefullyyours]

That's right! [He shuts the door of the cubby he'd been checking out without breaking eye contact with Chris. He's.... still smiling, at least?]

I suppose I'm your pilot. Unless you have one already? I hadn't checked.

[misconceived]

No, no pilot so far. We've got two lab supports and security.

What are you doing?

[hopefullyyours]

Hm, I see. Security? On such a small ship? Doesn't that seem excessive?

... Oh, just checking for hidden passages or any unusual objects, you know. It's good to know any avenues of approach! [Something about how he says that indicates that he's not talking about emergency situations.]

[misconceived]

Doesn't two lab support technicians seem excessive to you?

[ He's just all... what? What? ] Approach where?

[hopefullyyours]

Well, theoretically, if you need to analyze anything you come across, you could complete the work twice as fast, right? [He is definitely thinking of forensics involving dead bodies. That does not come across in his body language.]

'Where'? To where you are, of course. Not you personally, but in general. [Handwave handwave. You sure are getting worked up for nothing~~]

[merchantprince]

[Varric stumbles in on him almost literally. He knew there was a new arrival-- there's always confetti and dumb bullshit accompanying those broadcasts-- but he's not expecting the kid to be halfway in a cabinet.]

Holy shit!

[That hair. Why is his hair -- whatever. He smooths his coat down.]

Looking for a way out, kid?

[hopefullyyours]

[Komaeda wriggles his way back out of the cabinet, flicking Varric a surprised look. He ruffles his hair back into shape from where the cabinet mussed it (maybe? it's hard to tell), giving a politely embarrassed laugh.]

Oh, no, just looking around to get a feel for the area. It doesn't hurt to know if there are any hidden passages or trick panels, after all.

[merchantprince]

None that I know of. The ship's pretty basic as far as these things go.

[He rubs at his temple.]

Maker's breath, is everyone around here a human teenager? I'm glad puberty isn't contagious.

[hopefullyyours]

Have you looked for things like that before? [Komaeda perks up. It's worth knowing somebody else's skillset, even if he sure as hell won't be taking his word on the ship layout. Better to check for himself on that front.]

Please excuse me if this sounds rude, but when you say 'human,' do you mean that you aren't? [Komaeda is not only a teenaged boy, and thus rail-thin, but is also almost six feet tall. There is... a height difference in this conversation.]

[merchantprince]

Of course. I'm the ship's security officer, and a handsome rogue. It would be absolutely criminal if I didn't know where to hide things.

[He pauses at the question, though. It's not that he's offended, but... He looks at Komaeda, and then he looks at himself.]

You're three feet taller than me and you're still asking that?

[The corner of his lip rises.]

I'm a dwarf. Varric Tethras is the name.

[hopefullyyours]

So then, if you were going to say that places on this ship are more prone to having hidden compartments than others, you might suggest.... where? [It's less an information probe and more a feel about how Varric reacts to people asking after that information. Of course if he has experience in hiding things, he won't just give up his hiding spots.]

...Haha, well, to be fair- [Komaeda shrugs and has the grace to look a little sheepish, a uniquely teen-boy sort of expression.] I'm used to being much taller than most people. Also, I've never met somebody who wasn't human before.

[bow bow polite Japanese bowing] Nagito Komaeda. I'm the ship's new pilot, I suppose.

[merchantprince]

[Varric chuckles.] Nice try, kid. I'm not that easy. [At least he's not mad? It takes a lot to get on his bad side.]

That doesn't surprise me. There's already been a couple people who thought dwarves weren't real. [A shrug.]

Pilot, huh? I take it you can't just drive us home.

[hopefullyyours]

Haha, well, it was worth an ask, wasn't it? [You're probably going to find that limit tested before you'd expect, Varric...

Komaeda takes mental notes down as Varric talks: easy-going, but a strong backbone. misdirects via joking.]

How could I pretend you aren't real if you're right in front of me? [But at the question, he shakes his head and smiles a little.] Even if I could, you would be landing on my home, wouldn't you? Since I'd be the driver.

[hearsthesea]

[There's scattered confetti and neglected pudding around the entrance, so somebody's obviously taken off from their own party. Can't really blame whoever it is, but meeting the new arrival seems like a good idea so Shirley goes off in search of him.

Seeing the new guy trying to pick a fight with a door(?) gives her pause.]

What are you doing?

[hopefullyyours]

Trying to see how much force it would take to break down a door here. [Komaeda gives the door a sunny smile before turning to face Shirley. Well, the smile is still there, so...?] Just in case that becomes relevant, you know!

[hearsthesea]

Um...

[There's theoretically some logic in there, but still. Really?]

I don't know whether we can replace that door if you break it.

[hopefullyyours]

No worries, I think even if you and I tried together, we couldn't break it down. Isn't that reassuring?

[hey lady, look, when random murders are made to literally be your entire focal point in life, you get on top of assessing how well you can break down doors in an area, okay? ISN'T THAT REASSURING!]

Do the doors all lock from one direction or another?

[hearsthesea]

I never thought to check. Is that important?

[Not so sure about the reassuring part, to be honest. But she'll let that drop.]

[hopefullyyours]

Well, imagine if you were locked out and you heard screaming from behind a door! [He spreads his good arm out, the one in the sling giving a little jerk.]

Or, the other way around, if you were able to be locked into a room from the outside? It's good to keep track of this sort of thing.

[hearsthesea]

[...Um.]

Is that really what you think is most important right now?

[hopefullyyours]

Is there something else you think is more important? [The heavily sardonic 'such as???' hangs unspoken in the air. Komaeda: a paranoid asshole in space.]