Open | mingle | i give thanks that our ship is swank

[throwsdown]

Who: SS Golden crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Golden
When: The month of November!


The mingle for the Golden! Feel free to make your starters for the month and tag around.

Comments

aurae le paulmier | ota!

[noprophecies]

[being a creature of habit, whenever she's on the Golden Tempest can be found one of two places for the most part:

One, her room. Having picked up a number of plants from the planet and given them a home in her room, she spends a good amount of time tending to them. Sometimes, you might even overhear her speaking to them too. Though it sounds more like a one-sided conversation than anything else.

She keeps the door open when she's in there, though, in case someone happens by or wants to speak with her. She isn't the most social, so that's her attempt at making an effort at being open. Welcoming. Something like that.

The second place she can be found is in the kitchen. Here, you can find her sipping at tea or cursing and threatening the appliances when they don't work on the first attempt. Otherwise, she's seated at the table with a book and paper, pouring through the gift Barriss gave her and taking notes on anything of interest.

Other than that, she does have a tendency to wander the ship at random, so it's easy to catch her most anywhere (except the medical lab). So by all means, wildcard if the other options don't work! ♥]

kitchen;;

[recipio]

[ Carl sneaks away from Maggie for a few minutes so he can use the bathroom and grab something for them to drink. As he rounds the corner into the kitchen, he spots Tempest at the protein dispenser, trying to get it to cooperate.

He makes sure to at least make noise when he does enter so he doesn't startle her. Carl hates it when he's taken by surprise, too. Only natural for others to hate it too. ]

Try hitting it on the side.

[noprophecies]

[she blinks and draws her attention away from the offensive machine to look over, a bit surprised to see an unfamiliar face. If the Golden received visitors, she rarely noticed. Mostly because usually, she wasn't on the ship if she could help it. The planet and the waystation had changed that.

She glances between him and the machine, then tilts her head with a confused look]

Will I not break it if I hit it?

[recipio]

It shouldn't. We used to have this old tv that would go fuzzy every once in a while. Dad would just thump it in the side and it would work again.

[ If it's broken, he can probably fix it if he messes with it long enough. This augment thing is still really weird to get used to. ]

Just don't hit it very hard?

Maggie Greene | OTA

[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Maggie, being the newest member of the SS Golden, felt completely out of place. Not only that but downright uncomfortable. Everyone here seemed to function cohesively and peacefully, but that wasn't the problem. No one seemed to be plotting to try and leave, that she could tell. Unless she was just kept out of the loop of some sort of secret club that plotted behind the scenes - if that was even possible.

For now, Maggie can be found moving about the ship on occasion. She's still learning where everything is, after all. As far as her post, the Lab would be her most frequent destination. The kitchens were another place she visited, even if she couldn't exactly call most of this food appetising. It could be worse. It could always be worse.

Should anyone approach Maggie from afar they had better hope it isn't by sneaking up on her. She's still quite jumpy from living on the road for as long as she has. With no weapon on hand, she's left to just jump every time someone sneaks up on her, however accidentally. She does her best to keep calm and not let anyone notice, but to the trained eye it was most definitely noticeable.

Someone isn't taking their new surroundings very well. She had half a mind to just go back to her room and stay there, but she wanted to make an effort. These people didn't seem bad to her.]

Closed to Carl Grimes (for when he visits)

[Finally able to take a breather and have time to themselves, Maggie doesn't have to do much rearranging of her practically empty room. It was devoid of any real personal touches, though she hoped to fix that if she was to be stuck here. Either way, once she collects Carl from the shuttle bay, the two of them have a chance to privacy.]

So, this is it. I guess.

[Thus ends the tour? It wasn't much of a tour of her room to begin with.]

[throwsdown]

[Is that the sound of explosions? Yes, but not what you'd think. They're explosions mimicked by a young voice, followed by 'bang!'s and 'wham!'s and 'oh no, look out!'s. As Maggie wanders around, she'll note the different crew rooms, and in the captain's room (so eptly labeled 'captain'), she can see through the open door. There's a familiar kid flopped down on the floor, smashing two little warrior-shaped figures into a battle.]

Look out, look out! Protect the people!

[Said people are very crude in comparison, but Takeshi does what he can, okay.

WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN, THIS IS UR CAPTAIN SPEAKING.]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Maggie would have kept going, only stopping briefly to take a peek now and again, but she recognized him. Of course Takeshi playing was just another bonus. She thought it was adorable and that was enough to leave her standing in the doorway, watching him at play.

She didn't want to interrupt, but she also wanted to get as much information as she could. Who better to ask than the captain?

Crossing her arms, Maggie is content to just observe for a bit, not disturbing him. It was nice to see that even in this place a kid could still be a kid. She hoped that eventually Judith could be the same as he was. Even if the world wasn't right, they could make a new one.]

Takeshi, right?

[Sorry to interrupt, kiddo.]

[throwsdown]

[dsfsdkfjldsfkjdofkj no —

He leaps up with all the grace of a dog who just escaped a bathtub, eyes rounding in surprise. Clearly the kiddo had no prediction of anyone interrupting his kid's time; he pushes his toys with a foot behind him, beneath his bed, and tries to recollect some of that serious captain vibe.

It's not so successful, and he blushes madly.]

Y-yeah, that's me! I'm me! Did you need any help, Miss Maggie?

[recipio]

[ It doesn't take long for Carl to take a shuttle once he hears from Maggie which ship she's on. Taking one in the first place is...really weird, and it's still super unnerving to be in space. After all those space disaster movies? No thanks..

He greets Maggie once he's off the shuttle wearing pretty much every layer he has. Space is freakin' cold. The Golden looks pretty similar to the Red Fish for the most part, though not as old-looking. Her room looks exactly like his, though. Bare, except for the essentials. Empty shelf, bed with a simple mattress, a locker for clothes, and a bedside table. It reminds him of the prison a little bit. ]

It's nice.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Yeah, kinda reminds me of home a little bit, minus the walkers.

[All it needed was Glenn, really.]

The crew is... well, they're not walkers. There's that.

[She still doesn't trust them. Maggie honestly felt disappointed she couldn't be with Carl, but for now she was fine making a go of it here. She was happy at least she could keep an eye on the kid she'd met on the network.]

Food's no different than the Marsiva, really but they got a pinball machine in the recreation room so that's somethin'.

[She saw it when she'd done her initial look through and made a note of it. It may or may not have made her want to beat Carl's butt in a game, but then she had no intention of the two of them staying in the fleet to even bother with it.]

[recipio]

Yeah, I kinda thought the same thing. Only thing we're missing is sheets over the doors.

[ The no-walkers is still strange, and things feel slightly void without the groaning and the teeth gnashing. It's such a backdrop to their life that getting used to the noises of space is weird. Carl's ship makes odd noises that he's not quite sure of the origin.

When he saw Maggie's name listed under another ship, he'd been a little concerned, but this way, they can cover more space in case others show up. ]

At least we don't have to worry about the food expiring?

[hot4engines]

[On one of her journeys to the kitchen, she'd find Kaylee- a twentysomething young woman dressed like a mechanic- experimenting with the various flavors of protein. Right now, she's frying some in a skillet, humming a happy tune to herself as she does so.]

Now, where's the pepper...

[youdontneedapictureofme]

You can fry that stuff?

[Call Maggie skeptical. She would have been in and out and on her way, but she stopped first to dig out the pepper. It wouldn't kill her to be helpful sometimes.]

[hot4engines]

[Kaylee smiled and nodded her thanks as she accepted the pepper shaker.]

Yup! It takes a little creativity, but you can make some decent-tasting meals. Of course, it helps that I've had experience cookin' with protein before- and the stuff we had back home didn't have much in the way of flavor, neither.

[noprophecies]

[it's a personal decision to never step into the labs. Sure, she'll walk past it, maybe linger in the doorway if she feels up to it, but otherwise? She gives it as wide a berth as she can.

It's on one of these passes that she spots Maggie. She's long been used to people coming and going, and seeing someone taking up her friend's spot isn't a surprise in the least. She'd already spent enough time being upset, and it wasn't Maggie's fault. She had to keep that in mind.

She doesn't step into the lab. She barely leans in the door. But she does make herself known, heavy bootsteps against the floor and a quick knock on the door to announce her presence]

Making yourself at home, dear?

[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Maggie looks up, just as she's sorting through all the medical utensils - nothing too out of the ordinary that she can find. Still, it strikes her that now she's going to be responsible for people's care should anyone ever get injured. She was essentially their doctor. It would be a bit hard to avoid being here if people actually needed her, right? That almost made her feel guilty.]

Tryin' to, I guess. Don't have any other choice.

[Closing the drawer she had been poking into, Maggie crosses her arms.]

Doesn't this place bother anyone? Everything seems so - [She gestured wordlessly.] relaxed.

[noprophecies]

[there's a couple of ways to instantly earn Tempest's interest and respect, and Maggie hits one of those buttons almost instantly. She crosses his arms as well and takes the smallest of steps to lean against the door proper]

It is not as relaxed as it would seem, I can assure you. Not everyone enjoys it here. [and she frees a hand to give a little finger wave]

The only reason I am not bothered, per say, is because I have done this before, and there are others here that I met the last time. So it makes it easier.

Carl Grimes || Visiting!

[recipio]

[ Really, he's on the Golden only for the purpose of visiting Maggie. Gotta stick close together until they get their bearings or more of their own group shows up. He hopes they don't, but at the same time, there are a few people he misses terribly.

When he's not around Maggie, or maybe he's even looking for her, Carl is around the hallways or in the kitchen, stopping in for refreshments or poking his head through the door in search of her.

Maybe you've even caught him in the cargo bay just getting off of a shuttle. ]

Jeyne Westerling | OTA

[goodandtrue]

[It was Jeyne's second shuffle, but the feeling of being lost and out of place hadn't been shaken off yet. Because of her divided time between the Golden and the Blue Fish, she hadn't had a great deal of time to meet and socialize with her crew members. They were still strangers to her, but she wanted to become friendlier with them.

Still a bit shy, Jeyne wandered uncertainly about the ship. She could often be found in her room. She would keep the door open until later evening, in case anyone needed assistance or general first aid. When not with visitors, she took up reading some of the books that she had found about, growing used to the noise about the ship, happily accepting it in place of the silence on the Marsiva.

On occasion, she would visit the kitchen, still struggling to learn how to make herself something to eat. Despite her sweet nature, when she failed yet again to catch on to the concept, she would smack the appliance and whisper an oath under her breath. A burned lunch, a burned dinner. It was always the same.

But more often than not, she can simply be found wandering, exploring as she did once before.]

[hot4engines]

Turn the heat on lower. [Kaylee had smelled the burnt dinner, and so she followed her nose, deciding to help Jeyne and smiling as she pointed.] You can turn it to different heat settings up here, see?

[goodandtrue]

[She smiled in relief to see Kaylee. Having expected an eventual scolding, it was nice to see someone that she considered a friend to help her.

She glanced at the settings, hesitantly lowering it as Kaylee suggested.]

Paste or burnt food. I'm famished just by thinking of my choices.

Thank you. I regret taking the cooks in my household for granted.

[hot4engines]

[Kaylee nodded sympathetically.]

It's definitely a skill that can take some time to learn. But it's worth it when you do, especially if we ever get ahold of fresh ingredients. When I got enough credits, I'm makin' us all a steak dinner.

[noprophecies]

[FINALLY, someone understands her troubles with all this rubbish technology! Tempest catches Jeyne in the kitchen and crosses her arms, watching until she hears the young woman mutter her oath and can't help but snicker to herself. A sympathy snicker, because the stove is just about the only thing she can get to work properly]

Tricky thing, isn't it? Would you like some help?

[goodandtrue]

[Her eyes darted up, unfamiliar with the voice, but unsurprising that someone wandered by. Over a week on the ship and she had learned to grow used to having others about, using the kitchen as often as she did.

It was a bit embarrassing though to find someone she hadn't met.]

Please. I think these wheels [she pointed to the dials] mean something, but I only seem to make it worse.

[noprophecies]

[she understands the embarrassment, having gone through it before. Instead of commenting on it, though - as she normally would - Tempest moves over to stand next to her, the better to gesture as she speaks]

They are - I think they are called knobs, and you must turn them in order to make the top light up. [she turns one on, but low] The more you turn it, the bigger the flame is. This middle one is for the oven part, and it works a similar way. The more you turn it, the hotter it becomes.