SS Hot Mess shows up to mingles 15 minutes late with Starbucks

[notzubats]

Who: The Huntress Crew and Visitors
Broadcast: Maybe!!
Action: SS Huntress!
When: From now until end of the system!

[There's been an elf invasion! And an Ellen Page invasion! Also there's a star system! Come in Huntress, it's been awhile, so it's time for a mingle! ]

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[valiantfire]

{Elf invasion! Fingon nearly bounces as he moves into his new room, though he doesn't stay long. He's not visited this ship before, having gone to the Bishop most mornings to help Maedhros.

He's determined to learn all about his new ship though. But first? To the kitchen! What better way to introduce himself than by cooking and baking for his new crewmates? Just as he had when he'd first arrived on the Paisley, he set about making stew and a few trays of chocolate cookies.

He might be singing cheerfully.

Don't mind the glowy Elf? He's just happy and hopeful.}

[notzubats]

[Sora totally noticed the increased amount of activity on the ship today. There were a lot of people he didn't recognize. Which...didn't bother Sora in the least! It gives him a chance to meet new people and make friends after all!]

[So while Fingon is cooking, Sora will poke his head into the kitchen]

Hey, smells good!

[valiantfire]

{Can anyone blame Fingon for being happy? So many new people! New things to learn! He's still learning how to work certain things, and the Paisley had had a few less things in its kitchen to work with than the Huntress.}

Do you want to taste? Stew is only better when more than just the cook tastes along the way!

[castintoflames]

(He cannot quite contain his joy over sharing a ship with so much of his family. Fingon will have to endure a much happier looking Maedhros as he too wanders about the ship.)

You needn't travel so far every morning. Our quarters are close.

voice; shipwide // action

[nerdeology]

[....Yeah, he should. Probably do this. Make it official or whatever.]

Attention, Huntress- the newcomers, especially. This is Mikleo, your, uh, captain speaking.

Your fellow shipmates will tell likely you that we're very casual. Be polite and non-violent and we shouldn't have any issues.

As a forewarning, myself and the tactical officer, Dezel, are seraphim. You might not see or hear us. That's normal. If you need to contact us, use the communicator, or speak with Sorey. He's essentially our go-between.

We are not ghosts. So please don't scream at us, alright?

That's all, I guess. Welcome aboard.

[WAS THAT OKAY, WAS THAT AN ACCEPTABLE ANNOUNCEMENT?? Maybe he should have gotten Sorey to do it. Ugh. What is talking to people.

Anyway, there's a box of gold-dusted macarons in the kitchen with a little card stating "help yourself".

Mikleo himself is sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book. He might try to say hi to whoever passes through, but he's not expecting much.]


((ooc: check out his resonance permissions!))

video;

[hamburgerphone]

.......Our captain is invisible.

[A pause.]

That's AWESOME!

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[sylphystia]

[He's glad Mikleo made the announcement, because Dezel's version would've just been 'get out of my room and don't scream in my face if you run into me.' Not very helpful in the slightest. He's a bit restless because of all the new people, but there is something he'd like to talk to Mikleo about, so here he is in the kitchen.

And he is definitely ignoring the cookies. His are better and he doesn't really have much of a sweet tooth either.]

Hey.

[Someday he'll actually sound happy to see someone and then the world will explode tbh.]

(Video)

[castintoflames]

Could you define Seraphim for me? The word is not one I know.

[ video ]

[beardstrokes]

[ A little wry. ]

It never ends, does it?

video;

[twicewed]

I hope we are able to meet in person soon but thank you for your greeting, Mikleo.

[Hopefully he's not too bright for this video thing, he's still learning as well.]

I am Finwe, I've just arrived along with some of my grandsons, and if there is anything I may do, please don't hesitate to ask.

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[bythewaves]

Ah? I do not think I have met Dezel yet. You will have to introduce me, I think.

Captain.

[ because he's in a good mood and he knows Mikleo prefers not to be addressed by his title ]

[notzubats]

[While Sora enjoyed the previous planet a lot more, it's been a lot of fun exploring this system as well! As such, he has spent a great amount of time off ship, exploring the different spots and getting to know the locals. He was too scrawny for Moxie to really notice him, and everything about Spirit went over his head - but he got a lot of street cred with the Savvy once they realized he could talk to animals! So yeah, he's been hanging out a lot with them. He wasn't into the whole rivalry bit, but the Savvy were pretty cool guys!]

[But today he's actually on the ship, trying to fix some problems that the laundry machine has apparently been having - since that's his job as maintenance! Except...it looks more less like he's fixing it than poking at things and occasionally whacking at it with a wrench.]

Oh, c'mon...!

[ Meanwhile, that blue and black lion cub of his is nearby and like any typical cat, making himself comfortable in a basket of fresh laundry. Great. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Why does nothing on this ship stay fixed. ]

. . . Sora.

[twicewed]

[Finwe was glad that he was going to be able to stay with his grandsons now. He knew they were all grown and could look after themselves but it made Finwe happy to take care of them.

He also wanted to get to know the members of this new ship so after getting settled in his quarters he decided to explore. He had been to the planet but today he would spend on the Huntress to settle in.

So there is a tall, very bright Elf wandering the halls, peering around and ready to greet anyone he comes across.]

[castintoflames]

(One of said grandsons will drop a kiss on Finwë's cheek as he passes by.)

How do you fare, Grandfather?

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan was carrying a small purchase of scented candles when he spots Finwe in the corridor.

Well.

He briefly contemplates if there was a polite way to retreat. ]

[sylphystia]

[There sure are a lot of new people. He's been off the ship for a few days as he explored the system, but now he's back and there are... elves? What the fuck is an elf?

People with sufficient resonance might see him just leaning against the wall like it's going out of style, while others might just feel watched. Some may even feel judged. This is his ship, and he will dismantle anyone who seems to pose a credible threat.

... But mostly, he's just bored and he likes to people-watch, so yeah, he's going to spy on people as they go about their lives in the hall, the kitchen, the cargo bay, and the bridge.

There is one room that seems to be haunted, for those who try to claim it. There are no signs it has been slept in, but there are a few items here and there-- a box that makes nature noises, some kind of cardboard castle (handmade), and a rainforest-like terrarium containing two fluff slugs from the handholding planet.]

[castintoflames]

(This is an Elf. He is over seven feet tall - maybe closer to eight - with vivid copper hair, pale skin and too many scars to count. One ear is most definitely pointed, but the other has been cut almost in half. Oh and he is missing a hand.

His eyes are alight with a tentative hope as he walks the halls. The sensation of being watched, however, makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.)

My eyes tell me I am alone and yet my other senses say otherwise. Show yourself.

(If he had a sword, he would draw it. As it stands, he is not accustomed to using guns yet, so he must rely on his physical strength.

Which is, of course, no use against a spirit.)

[notzubats]

[Well Sora's not afraid to approach the ominous figure in the hallway, so here to ruin his creepy demeanor is this kid who just walks up and starts talking to him]

Hey. What's up?

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan tends to drag his heels when it comes to being on the Huntress. Most of the original crew, save for Mikleo and Sorey, have gone and while he'd never fully admit it, the losses have been felt. Still, he is a consummate professional and makes sure everything in the cockpit is secure and working well. Obi-Wan may not enjoy piloting, but he continues to put in effort in his efficiency.

So he spends a lot of time in the cockpit of the Huntress. On occasion, when it is very quiet, he'll take out his guitar and strum a few tunes, humming quietly as he does. Otherwise Obi-Wan wanders around the ship, making sure everything is in working order. It's a habit he's picked up since things on the Huntress seem to be constantly breaking. ]

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[bythewaves]

[ abruptly sliding into the cockpit and shutting the door ]

Please don't tell my family I am in here.

[ Because after living essentially alone for the last several thousand years, suddenly having a brother, two cousins and a grandfather who are all fretting over him is somewhat... terrifying ]

[hearsthesea]

[Shirley's just visiting for the time being, although she's still asking herself whether she wants to come back after the disappearance and return that brought her to the Three Twins as of late. It's been a while since her last visit, thanks to working on the ships' bugs earlier and her studying and her own hesitation to invite herself over, but once Dezel's asked her she can't exactly stay away.

Today she's come bearing gifts - specifically, some fresh homemade muffins. She'll be coming around all the public (or at least non-private) areas of the ship, looking for faces new and old.]

[bythewaves]

[ Have an elf turn the corner and blink, bowing to her politely ]

Good day, milady - I do not think I have met you before - are you new?

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[monolike]

[There's definitely quite a racket happening down in engineering; someone's talking to himself about various ship parts, the lower half of his body sticking out of an access panel as he noodles around in the vital guts of the ship that keep all of them alive and breathing.]

Hmm...is that supposed to be dripping that? [Clank. Click click click.] I should probably clean that up. Where are you little wrench guy? Are you- urgh. Oh there you are.

[bythewaves]

[ There's an elf sitting in the room he considers "his", practicing on the strange instrument he acuqired several stops back. The tune is a little melancholy - he's worried about Beverley, who bought it for him - but still very sweet.

The door is also wide open, so that the sound can drift out, curling sweetly through the coridoor.

Come and visit? ]