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[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! ♥]

[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.]

Edited 2016-11-06 00:40 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[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?

[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.]

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.]

[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...

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?

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?

Yeah, or figuring out where to get more. This place seems like it has an endless supply of it - even if it's just that synthetic stuff.

[Honestly - it's also quiet without Judith around. She's so used to seeing her in Carl's arms, or holding her herself - it felt a bit empty. Not the same empty she'd felt after losing Beth, but close enough. She felt like she was biding her time here, waiting for a chance to get back home.]

You said your ship has three captains, right? This one has a kid, not that I mind. He seems sweet enough.

[Actually, everyone on the crew seemed nice. It was jarring after being suspicious for so long of people. She still felt suspicious of the crew, however.]

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.]

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?

I wonder how well that stuff keeps if we need it to.

[ It's way too quiet. He misses the familiar voices. His dad, Michonne. Abraham and Eugene bickering. Home really never seemed so far away. ]

Yeah. I haven't really met them, yet.

[ He has a feeling that the quiet of the ship won't last horribly long. Three captains can't agree on everything, right? ]

[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.

That is a strange way to make it work . . .

[but she says it in a considering tone, turning back to the machine. After staring it down for a few more moments she gives it a solid "thunk" with her palm - and it begins to dispense what she wanted]

—technology is so strange.

[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.

Doesn't make sense, but it works most of the time.

[ Carl stays near the counter, and it looks as though the machine is going to continue working. ]

Are you part of the crew?

To be very honest, a lot of this - [she gestures] - will never make much sense to me.

[she glances over again and nods at his question]

Mmm, I am. [she tilts her head] Are you new?

I know what you mean..

[ Most of this is out of place for him, too. Being in space, the weird food dispensers.. All the people just living their lives. ]

Oh-- I'm just visiting. I am, though. Uh. New. [ Fucking nailed it. ]

I am finding more and more people who think like that.

[it's not a bad thing. It's nice to have something to commiserate over with other people.

With her dispensed vegetable . . . whatever, she steps over to the table]

New and already visiting? My. [she smiles at him, though, small and a bit wry] What ship have you ended up on, if I may ask?

One of my friends was assigned here. I came to check on her.

[ Not that Maggie needs checking on, but it's good to have her close. This way, he at least knows she's safe and they're ready if shit goes sideways. No more getting separated. ]

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