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Who: Gemini & Open to the Bishop crew.
Broadcast: Nope
Action: S.S Bishop
When: Tuesday Evening

[It's now been well over a week since the Bishop's new security officer arrived in the usual burst of music and confetti...and stalked off without a word to anyone. Since then nobody will have seen so much as a peep of her; the office marked 'Gemini de Mille' remains completely untouched, the bed in her room obviously not slept in and the clothing locker unopened. Perhaps some of them might have heard sounds coming from the depths of the ship, tapping noises, faint slithery sounds emanating from the air ducts late at night, but that's the only hint of her continuing presence. However, even though the crew haven't seen her, Gemini has been watching them, listening in on conversations, intruding into private quarters, seeking to learn as much about her 'crewmates' as possible.

In fact there isn't a nook or cranny of the ship that she hasn't thoroughly explored, slipping behind walls, squeezing under the sparse furniture, oozing around the ship's wiring to see what leads where. Lately she's been exploring the plumbing system and discovered the ship's hot-water tank, and isn't that just heavenly? But she can't float around shapelessly in the tank forever, although the stubborn part of her likes to think she could, she's getting very bored very quickly. Eventually she'll have to talk to someone, and now seems as good a time as any.

The shower locker room is seemingly empty, but Gemini is there, blending seamlessly in, waiting impatiently for someone to come along, although she's unsure of what exactly she'll say...or even who she'll say it as.]

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[Hmm. There is something fishy going on here, though damned if he knows exactly what. He studies this new arrival for a few moments, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.]

It is the strangest thing; I could not shake the feeling I was being watched.

[But now that he's established he's not completely oblivious, his tone shifts into something a little more innocuous and friendly.]

You must be the new crew member, then. You have made yourself scarce.

[She meets that look with an innocent slightly puzzled smile. She's only just arrived here what does she know about anyone watching him?]

Really? That's worrying.

[She glances around a little anxiously, pulling her bathrobe a little tighter, his friendly tone (and being shirtless) making her a little flustered, running a hand through black locks nervously. No shapeshifting assassins here!]

I'm Gemini, I don't really do well with people. [That much is true.]

A touch, yes.

[Oh, no. She had best not get flustered or he's going to get all awkward and this is going to go downhill very quickly. For the moment, he seems fine, though, dutifully ignoring the fact that he's talking to a woman clad only in a bathrobe.]

Ah, well. I can hardly blame you, then; arriving in this place may be rather disorienting, even under the best of circumstances, but I am glad to meet you at last. Most here call me Finrod. You are welcome to do the same.

['Most' being the key term here because some of his relatives are about. You will hear a few odd elven names tossed about at some point.]

Hopefully it was just your imagination?

[She appears to recover her composure a little, still looking at Finrod shyly, her eyes flitting away whenever it seems like their gazes might meet for too long. It's not hard to act a little taken with him because even though golden haired isn't normally her type, with those looks who wouldn't be?.]

That's very kind of you, you're the captain right? [She's staring a little at the tips of his ears, trying to ease as much information out of him as she can.]

Are you human?

Edited 2016-10-11 12:53 (UTC)

One can hope.

[He doesn't sound certain about that, though.]

I am the captain, yes, and in that capacity, my door is always open to you. [She really doesn't need to 'ease information' out of him, in this case. He's completely willing (and surprisingly used to) explaining his origins by this point and doesn't seem to take offense at all.]

No, I am not. I am the first of my kind that you have met, then? I am counted among the Eldar. The term most likely known to you is 'elf.'

[It's her spy training. Everyone hides something and her day job was to get it without giving away much in return, so it's nice to meet someone so open.]

That's very kind of you Finrod, I'll be sure to remember that. [In fact the door's open to her whenever she wants, having squeezed under it a day before to examine it's contents while Finrod was sleeping. But she won't be mentioning that.]

You don't seem so different. [She's circles around, looking him up and down with a shapeshifter's eye for detail.] Two arms two legs, pointy ears though, looks which are too good to be human and a certain air...I thought elves were mythical, but then so are talking ponies.

[There's something very unnerving about being circled like that. He's suddenly feels like a prey animal, being inspected before dinner. But he manages a small laugh anyway.] I have become rather accustomed to being called 'mythical' since my arrival here. As, I am certain, have the ponies.

[He's a little unnerved, good, although Gemini keeps her expression sweet and friendly, meeting his laugh with a smile.]

I'm sure, I suppose we all adapt sooner or later. Does the ship have any problems I should know about? Anyone on the crew who's not very friendly? [She asks, changing tack to steer the conversation towards the others on the ship.]

Oh no, not at all. [He answers quickly.] I am sure you will find everyone quite welcoming. The crew may be a motley little lot, but they are good-hearted.

That's very nice to hear. [Good-hearted welcoming people were easy to fool, it would make amusing herself by playing with the crew much more fruitful.]

Perhaps being trapped here isn't so bad after all. Particularly if all the guys are as hot as you. [She blushes a little, blinking slyly.]

[Ah. When he first arrived on the Fleet, he would not have understood that, but now he is fully aware of what 'hot' means. And while it's not exactly a new comment, it still is a bit forward by his standards- enough to color his cheeks very slightly, at least under the circumstances.]

You flatter me. [Moving awkwardly on-]

Caution is still merited here, of course, but I hope we are able to lessen the blow, somewhat.

Not really. [Her smile's a little too wolfish for the character she was presenting, it only lasts for a moment before her innocent mask is fully in place.]

I hope so too, although having a luxury jacuzzi on board helps and speaking of that... [She turns toward the jacuzzi cubicle, sauntering away with swinging hips.]

It's been nice talking to you Finrod, guess I'll see you around.

Edited 2016-11-04 15:07 (UTC)