(no subject)

[grandstanding]

Who: The Heron crew + visitors
Broadcast: nope
Action: The Heron
When: August

[As the ship drifts on, what are you up to this month, Herons?]

Comments

[aigue]

[That's what she expects. Still she doesn't look too pleased at this information, her ears flattening.]

Fantastic. Do you know how many humans are involved in this? Nonhumans?

[reconstitution]

There is an entire fleet of ships. There are eighteen in total, including the Heron. Each has a crew of between six and ten, though most have a capacity for twelve. Humans and non-humans are mixed throughout.

[ No one is pleased about the brain-hacking death machine in their head. ]

[aigue]

That's... fairly specific.

[She was expecting 'most people are human' or 'most people are nonhuman', honestly.]

How do the politics work around here? Is there anyone deciding on rules or do you all just go about your business and not think about it?

[reconstitution]

Most ships take care of their own. Each has a captain and first mate. Unless it is a matter that involves other ships, things tend to stay within their own ship.

[aigue]

That's encouraging. [Councils and rulemakers tend to turn into witch hunts, in her experience.]

How do you run this place, then?

[reconstitution]

As long as no one's causing trouble, I don't get involved in everyone's business.

[ Now, that's not to say he's not paying attention to the comings and goings of his crew. He just wants a peaceful ship. ]

[aigue]

Good to hear. I tend to keep to myself.

[She gestures with a paw at the vermin.]

Aside from going after those.

[reconstitution]

[ He raises his right hand in a surrendering motion. ]

I'll leave you to it, then.

[aigue]

Alright.

[She hopes that he'll actually live up to that. Actions speak louder than words.

She picks up the vermin again, turning to head to her room to snack on it.]