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[The first clue Vash had was waking up and finding out he had been made Captain. That seemed odd. He hadn't been captain for more than a couple days before Ino put in the request when this cycle first began. It was confirmed when he checked Ino's room and she was not just in deep sleep but gone completely.

He finds the letter left for him and smiles. He really isn't sure what happens when people leave. Most seem to think they go home. He likes that idea and hopes it's true. Alright, his first responsibility as captain. Let people know.

Being captain sucks.

He'll find the crew of the Three Twins personally and speak to them one on one if they haven't already found out themselves. Then he should next tell... oh man. This was not going to be easy.]

Private to Hiro

Hiro. Are you there? It's Vash. I need to speak to you.

[Because he at least deserves to be told in person one on one. In fact everyone who who had a gift left behind will get a private message from Vash.]

Private to those getting gifts

Hello, this is Vash of the SS Three Twins. I need to speak with you please. [If Vash knows you it will likely be a little less formal.]

Open to all

[Vash wishes he knew all of Ino's friends. So he could let them all know one on one. With no one else he could think of and the ones with gifts having been notified Vash let's everyone else know.]

Hello Fleet. I'm sorry to say that Ino has been returned home. [It's nicer to say than vanished. True or not.] So I have been made captain of the SS Three Twins. She was a great Captain and I know she will be missed. I'm sorry everyone.

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[If one of the first people Vash met here just left he certainly won't show it as he smiles at Ravi. Vash still really wants Ravi to feel welcomed.

So he laughs at Ravi's disappointment.]

I don't know. Try to eat just those gels for about three weeks and I think you'll see how important cooks are.

[He grins a little at that, although the idea of eating gels is one of the less exciting things about this apparent space trip he's on.]

Oh, I wouldn't get your hopes up. I wasn't exactly known for my culinary skills at any point in my life. You might have been better off with the gels.

And I've never flown a space ship before. Don't worry this place will help you fill in the blanks.

Even just being here the ships will update and give us some better cooking supplies either way.

So as long as I have this "cooking augment", we'll all get better food?

Or at least, an easier time being able to make better food. And as long as there are enough stations to stop at now and then to pick up fresh supplies. That really hasn't been an issue before.

[For now.]

[This is a long-suffering sigh. One that is mostly made in mock despair, but a long-suffering sigh, nonetheless.]

I suppose sacrifices must be made for the greater good. I'll take one for the team, at least until another cook comes along, or we decide that my cooking skills are actually that abysmal, whichever comes first.

[Self-pity party over, he grins and holds out a hand towards Vash.]

I'm Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti, by the way, but you can just call me Ravi.

Hey, if you ever get it changed don't worry about it too much. We've survived this long without a cook so far. I'm just saying don't doubt how useful a cook can be.

[Vash reaches out and takes Ravi's hand in a firm, confident grip for the shake. Not so tight to be painful at all, just firm.]

I'm Vash. Technically I'm the captain of the ship and pilot, but it's mostly just a title. I don't really do much except fly this thing when I have to and get the slightly bigger room. So please try your best to get along with the rest of the crew so I can keep being lazy.

[His sound advice after being Captain for a few hours.]

So you can get it changed? And how does one go about doing that? Just for future reference, of course.

[The near future, he hopes. Not that he's going to leave his new crew in a lurch. As any good doctor knows, proper nutrition is key!]

If it helps, I was voted "least likely to cause a fight" in my preschool polls.

Well, I've seen the forms to request a change. I just have never seen one actually get completed before. There are forms for a lot of things, but I swear the "powers that be" [And he actually does the air quotes with his fingers for that.] have them automatically sent to an incinerator or something.

And that does help! I really don't like violence. Don't have the stomach for it. I can pass out from just the sight of blood sometimes. [The scars he has hiding under his coat might say otherwise.]

So don't bring you as the back-up to my knife-fight in the alleyway between the Sharks and the Jets, got it.

[As if Ravi would have any idea of what to do in a knife-fight. This past year has involved a few scuffles that he'd rather forget, but it's been a bit of an anomalous year in more ways than one.]

Guess I could always hang onto one of those forms. Just in case. Possibly fill out multiple copies in anticipation of them becoming cinders.

More so if it's sharks with jets on them. [He totally got that reference. Nailed it!]

Who knows, maybe if you pester them enough they might switch you one day.

[Ravi just laughs.] I'll be sure to count you out.

So do I get the grand tour of my new home? Or are you going to delegate that task to someone else, Captain?

No, I'm happy to give you the tour! And just Vash is fine. I've never been one for formal titles. Where would you like to start? Most like checking out their rooms. Or maybe you'd like to see the kitchen now that you're the cook.

Or, if you've never been to space would you be interested in seeing the cockpit first?

Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!

[Vash's head leans back in laughter, but not in a teasing fashion. He has a feeling he's going to like this new crew mate.]

I guess I should have started with that then! There are a few people in the fleet who are use to being in space, but most of us have never been before. Come on, it's this way.

[As Vash leads the way he'll point things out as they go. Down that hall is the bathrooms. If he goes this way that's where the bedrooms are until they get to the cockpit. Vash has given it a little of his own flair. He's added a few potted flowers in a couple places and added a red cushion to the pilot's seat that look like it's been sat on a few million times at this point.

Vash leans over the chair to take down some of the navigation charts he usually keeps up. This way Ravi can get a better look at all the stars and a few of the drifting ships that can be seen outside. Then he leans back and out of the way.]

Not a bad view, huh?

[Ravi engages in the tour in an animated fashion, genuinely rapt with interest at the things this small ship has to offer. But when he reaches the cockpit take in the view, he lets out a low whistle of appreciation.]

Pretty bloody gorgeous, if you ask me. You'd think I'd be tired of it already but... [He gestures helplessly towards the vastness separated from them by a seemingly thin layer of plexiglass.]

No. I've been here nearly two years now and it's still beautiful. [He just hates the quiet emptiness that comes with it sometimes.]

Two years! That's a long time to be away from home. Tell me, do they happen to give "vacations" here? Because the last place I got stuck in at least had the decency to grant us that.

Well, I know some people have fallen into a deep sleep and they aren't able to be woken up at all. When they eventually do wake so far most have said they've just returned from home. Always different lengths of time. Never happened to me yet. That's probably as close to vacation as you get around here. And I don't know anyone who has tried to request falling into one of those sleeps. I do know for sure that otherwise whoever brought us here doesn't seem to care about sending us back.

So it's some kind of hibernation or cryo-sleep? That's interesting.

[Vash is really glad his newest crew mate is finding this all interesting and taking things in stride so far.]

Yeah. It really kinda is. And they just fall asleep. No pod or container needed. No drugs either as far as we can tell. Unless our food gets poisoned somehow.

Well, I can promise that no matter how bad the food I prepare turns out to be, it will never be poisoned. So there's that!

Then you sound like the prefect cook!

Now, would you like to say you've flown a space ship? [With major supervision of course.]

How do I say this... YES! Absolutely! 100%!

Edited 2016-10-01 14:58 (UTC)

[Vash swings his arm out over the pilot seat in a welcoming fashion.]

Just don't be too disappointed if it's not as exciting as you might be picturing.