[001 - Video]

[nowyouseeit]

Who: Kuroba Kaito and YOU!
Broadcast: Video - Fleetwide
Action: The S.S. Blameless
When: Today! (Oct. 21)

[VIDEO]

Oooooi! Anyone out there?

[the video feed flickers on to show a scruffy looking teenager casually strolling down the scorched hallway of the S.S. Blameless. he's covered in confetti, bits of colorful paper nestled in his hair and flaking off his shoulders, and he looks pretty unfazed, all things considered! in fact, he's got his communicator in one hand and an open, half-empty pudding cup in the other. someone has decided to help himself to the celebratory treats, because why the fuck would he not?]

Nice ship ya got here, yeah? Reminds me of something straight out of a cheesy sci-fi flick, heh. Could use a li'l bit of work. . . [he tilts the communicator so the video feed pans to the black marks on the walls] I'm not sure I wanna meet whatever or whomever did that, but hey! At least your lives seem-- uh. Interesting.

[the feed pans back to Kaito, whose demeanor is still totally casual and not at all concerned about his potential safety in the future]

Anyway, I haven't got a clue who I'm talking to here, but who doesn't like to meet new strangers in space who may or may not be human? [his grin widens, cheeky and a bit sly, but he really does enjoy meeting new people] Whoever happens to get this, give me a shout, all right? Name's Kaito-- Kuroba Kaito, but just Kaito's fine.

[he's not really one for formalities, after all. after a brief pause, the teen raises both eyebrows, and his words suddenly thicken with forced niceties. starkly different than his genuinely cheery introduction earlier]

And if any of you watching this just so happen to know a redheaded woman who goes by the name "Iota," please let her know that Kuroba Kaito would like to have a little. . . uh. Chat with her.

[another pause, and for a moment it looks like he's about to cut off the feed, when something suddenly hits him]

By the way--

[the feed pans lower to show a ton of pudding cups tucked underneath Kaito's arm. a ton of pudding cups. possibly all of the pudding cups that came with his new arrival, tbh]

I'm keeping the pudding. Finder's keepers!

[and the feed ends]

[ACTION]

[anyone on the S.S. Blameless can find Kaito wandering about the above mentioned hallway! he sure is scrutinizing those burn marks, brows furrowed, expression curious. wtf even happened here. . .]

Comments

[beathach]

Mm, something like that. I think our capacity is eight people until we upgrade it, but - I don't think there's ever been eight people here at once.

[he gestures to the lab, since. Well. That's the direction he headed in and he loves his lab, shh] This is the lab - Cisco and I use it the most, but you're welcome to if you're interested. We keep it stocked with - whatever we can use, honestly.

[nowyouseeit]

[nods along with Hank's explanation. he's all ears right now]

What d'you use it for? Medical research?

[beathach]

I think I'm obligated to say "nerd stuff". [Cisco isn't here to say it]

Mostly - I take samples from our stops and catalogue them with Charles. Genetics research.

[nowyouseeit]

[pffft. he snrks]

[and genetics is way outside of Kaito's area of expertise. he isn't really a scientist so much as an inventor. . . some chesmitry to create a smoke bomb here, a few ingredients to make some sleeping gas there. maybe he'll fiddle around to rebuild his arsenal, since Atroma found it necessary to strip him of his weapons and tools]

That's one way to spend your time trapped on a space ship, I s'pose.

[beathach]

Give a scientist a lab and he'll find a reason to use it. [he shrugs, because it's normal to him. After all, he makes plenty use of his back home.

He gestures down the hallway nearby] This is where all the bedrooms are. You're free to pick one of the empty ones. And past that is the kitchen.

[nowyouseeit]

I want the one closest to the kitchen.

[he says with a totally straight face]







[is he joking? Hank may never know]

[beathach]

It's yours.

[y'know, if it isn't taken]

[nowyouseeit]

[fistpump of victory!! now he can sneak into the kitchen for late night snacks, only to be disappointed by the food the ship offers]

Is there any place I can buy, y'know. . . something to make the room a li'l more homey?

[beathach]

[at the very least we have some creative people who try to make things with what we have??]

Uh - there's the Iskaulit, where you might be able to find a few things, but - the waystation's a little dangerous. If you want to go there I can go with you? I wouldn't go by yourself.

[nowyouseeit]

[he's gonna hire Aoko to come help with that, tbh]

Dangerous. . .? How? I'm pretty good at taking care of myself after Kyriakos, y'know.

[beathach]

As in - it's full of criminals, the violent kind. I've been - jumped, more or less, a couple of times and had to handle it. [says the tall, skinny nerd. He faintly shakes his head] It's a different kind of dangerous from Kyriakos.

[nowyouseeit]

[raises an eyebrow]

Petty criminals, like muggers and pickpockets, then.

[not the sophisticated kind SUCH AS HIMSELF]

I'm familiar with that from home, at least.

[beathach]

Those types, worst - [he purses his lips, frowning] I don't know exactly what their crime of choice is, I just know it isn't safe.

[nowyouseeit]

I don't need to know to understand that I've gotta keep my guard up.

[he frowns, hand drifting towards his hip]

. . . and of course, my weapons were confiscated when I got here.

[beathach]

Mm, definitely keep your guard up.

[he glances down and sighs. He isn't surprised he had weapons in the first place. Kyriakos made that necessary]

They were. Though - if you want something temporary, speak to Raven.