driftfleet | We Lost Our Doctor and All We Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt

[Simon's gone, and she's more glad than she is disappointed, if only because she knows how lost he really felt here. He can go home to his sister, and that's great. Never mind it feels like she's slowly losing all the sane people on the crew. Or all her friends.

Oh, well. She shelves her mixed feelings. More practically, she has to make an announcement or six. (Okay, probably just. IDK two.]

[Ship Broadcast]

So if you checked the rosters today you'll notice we're down a doctor, and that means we've also lost our medical bay. [Isn't it amazing and/or suspicious as hell that their ship can just change at the drop of a hat?] We've still got fully stocked first aid kits. If anyone has medical training, now's a good time to let me know. Otherwise I can deal with most reasonably uncomplicated things, up to setting broken bones.

Also, Allen had a good point the other day about the upswing in augments going haywire. It's no one's fault but the Atroma's if they decide to mess with your head, but at the same time it's better for everyone if we try and make sure there's as little fallout as possible. [Sascha was small potatoes next to Winter, and Winter is small potatoes compared to whatever's happening with the dragon down planetside. Seriously, what the hell.]

I wanna make sure everyone stays safe. I'm also a pirate with a limited grasp of technology and magic, so. Ideas at this point would be great.

[She can think of a few for herself, but that's not exactly sharing and caring, is it?]

Nami out.

--wait, Nami not out. Sascha. Come find me on the bridge.

[This is a polite non-invitation.]

[ Oh no oh nooo.... What did he do now? Sascha's certain he hasn't--he's been hiding in his (Bigby's) room, trying to avoid everyone and anyone if he can. Partly because of Wanda, and partly because he's...well, scared to really see anyone after what happened.

Nami especially since he does remember quite vividly biting her.

It takes him a while to answer her summons, and when he finally does? He's kind of creeping along the wall, doing his best to avoid people on his way to the bridge. He even pokes his head around the corner of the doorway leading to the bridge, gulping. ]

Nn....Na....mi....? [ Please don't be here so he can go back to hiding ]

Edited 2016-09-10 06:09 (UTC)

[Bite's long healed, dude. And now Nami's just irritated that apparently you're gonna hide forever, geez, that's no way to live. It's also kinda cowardly, in her books.]

Close enough. Come in, sit. Let's talk about horrible stuff.

[ Welcome to Sascha's entire existence :Db ]

--I didn't do anything! I think? I promise-- [ Yup he's already fretting and babbling, that's how anxious he is about all of this. ]

[Aria is a medieval girl who still isn't quite used to the comms, so instead she just hunts down Nami the old-fashioned way to talk to her.

She's trying very hard not to think about the 'pirate' part. She talked to Robin, so it's probably okay, right...?]

I have no skill at healing, but what other ideas are you looking for?

[IS SUDDENLY THERE WITH PUDDING

Apollo blinks wide eyed, looking back and forth, trying to get his bearings. How is all this possible??? is what he wants to ask but, he knows he won't get a logical explanation. At least he isn't yelling OBJECTION?]

Er.

Hello??

[She lifts her gaze from the juice she's drinking, giving him a lazy look.] You mean besides the slew of biting you did not so long ago?

[Hi, I'm brutal today.]

Edited 2016-09-11 05:34 (UTC)

[Man, she's used to this by now. Well, in a way. The suddenness of new crew appearing is enough to make her jump, but the confetti that rains down? That's just old.

Hey there, Apollo. There's a redhead with her feet up on one of the counters, flicking a piece of coloured paper out of her hair.]

Well, at least you come with pudding. Hi. You must be... [What the heck did the roster say--] Apollo Justice?

[What a name, dude.]

[ Hi Brutal I'm sorry today ]

I.... [ Sascha fidgets immediately, shrinking back against the door frame as his gaze heads immediately to the floor. ] I'm really sorry...

[Nami gives her a wry smile as she comes onto the bridge, but she shakes her head.]

Well, I'm not sure. I mean-- at home, we'd just set up watches, but people don't tend to go crazy at the flick of a switch back home. Did you see Allen's entry a while ago?

[She's gonna flick through her communicator in search of it anyway.]

I do not believe so... Ah, who is "Allen"?

[someone isn't socializing enough]

Good. That's all I wanted to hear. [Stiff apologies from your other creepy self didn't count. She puts her juice down.] Apology accepted.

Have you apologised to the other people you hurt?

Yes! [ Sascha nods quickly. ]

I said sorry to Kitty and Winn and you... [ Not Sam yet but he's been in solitude so far ]

[It's a perfectly fine name, not weirdly specific at all, gosh. He blows some confetti out of his face, frowning.]

Er, that's right. I guess I'm a new--recruit? Um, I don't know space lingo.

He's a guy with white hair and a mark on his face, and he's been kicking around in places like this for... probably the longest of any of us, by the sounds of things. And he runs the local blood bank-- you'll probably see him talking about that at least once a month. It's a good idea to donate, if you can.

Here. Some of these are overkill, I think, but some of them are good ideas. What do you think?

[She's just gonna slide her comm over so it's open to this conversation. Aria's security, right? Best person to talk about this with. Okay never mind she hasn't thought about the fact that you're kind of... one of the few people less tech-oriented than she is.]

That's okay. Most people still don't unless they're lucky enough to be born where space is a common thing.

You're new crew! I'm Nami. Captain of the Bloodsport.

So there's just Sam left. Or is there someone else I don't know about?

[She goes over the list, nodding to herself.]

These seem wise, though there is much I do not understand... Ah, if there is someone violent, I am capable of a magic for containment, as well.

That's handy! And that's a start. It's not our fault if the augments glitch, so the most painless way of stopping people is the best, for everyone concerned.

We don't have an engineer on board. Are you-- is your magic capable of setting an alarm? Like Allen suggests on the engine.

[She shakes her head, a little meek.]

I am not. My sister was the one skilled with magic, I simply learned that which may be used for fighting.

Trust me when I say that someone who can fight on board is definitely appreciated. [Don't be meek, man, she's glad you're on board.]

...that does lead me to a more personal question, though. I'm guessing you're aware what happened with Sascha a few weeks ago?

I am. I stood guard when he was confined to the room on the Iskaulit.

[were you expecting anything else]

[...okay, yes. That makes her smile briefly.]

He's not the first this happened to. Before you got here, we had another passenger glitch and he was way more violent. A lot of people got hurt. But the common thread is-- both of them kind of got tuned to a point in their past that was seriously detrimental to the safety of others.

... I see.

[She has to take a moment to consider that carefully.]

May I make a request?

I don't remember biting anyone else...

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