driftfleet | Do the Mingle Jingle~

[Hello Pathstone. You didn't like your kitchen nice and clean, right? Good, because it's not.

Dante is no cook, and it shows. Someone relied a little too much on take out and delivery, and now he's paying for it. He may be going through pizza withdrawal and in desperation, he's taken to attempting to make his own. It's not going well.

Synthetic cheese powder covers the counters, and there is a giant pile of dishes filled with failed attempts at making cheese and dough. And let's not even get started on his attempts at the sauce. Just don't look at the sink, whatever you do.

The Nephilim himself looks like he walked into an exploding pizzeria. There might even be sauce - or his poor attempts at it - in his hair. He's sitting on the floor, back perched against a cabinet. His expression bears the miserable pain of defeat.]

Edited 2016-11-20 19:28 (UTC)

[Lark didn't have a lot of reason to be on this ship other than curiosity, but that curiosity now had her headed to the ship's kitchen. What her ship had wasn't bad, but her exploration had taught her not all ships were the same in what food they offered. Perhaps there was something more tasty to find here...something she could nick and take back with her.

What she didn't expect was to find the utter disaster before her. Lark pauses in the doorway, looking around with clear surprise and a touch of amaze. Finally, her eyes find the man on the floor and her arms cross.]

I assume you got into a fight with the food and the food won? Surely it's the clear victor here.

[Oh, just what he needed. Sarcasm.]

... [Then again, she's not wrong. And that's more or less what he'd say if he were in her shoes.] Something like that. I'm not a good cook.

[The surprise was quickly replaced with amusement and the corners of her lips quirked up.]

Clearly. Why were you trying in the first place, if you already knew this? Unless you were attempting to learn for some reason.

[Honestly, why cook when someone else was around willing to do it? Lark knew how to prepare and cook what she killed out of necessity, but that was the limit; there'd always been someone else in the clan willing to do the cooking...and then there'd been Morrigan!]

Pizza. There is none around this fucking place and this is the longest I think I've gone in my life without having it.

[Demon hunter, felled by a lack of pizza. It just won't do.]

...Pizza? That's a food? Do you actually have the ingrediants or were you hoping to throw some random things in an oven and hope for the best?

[She's not trying to sound judgey, but she's not doing a great job.]

[Well, as the ship's actual cook, Nightingale is going to just walk in and stare.

Stare in shock, horror, and perhaps a bit of wondering if she can get away with murder.]

What the fuck even happened in here?! Who did this?!

[...well, shit.]

Totally wasn't me. I'm just sitting here, covered in flour for the hell of it.

[Well, if he's going to die, he's going to die like the sarcastic asshole he is.]

Not the stupidest thing I've seen someone do, honestly.

You're going to clean this up, right?

[why this.]

Not the stupidest thing I've done.

[It's probably one of his most... innocent stupid things he's done.]

Yeah, yeah, I'll get it. [Don't expect a bang up job of it, though. Someone's never done much in the way of cleaning.] Where's a hose when you need one?

If you try to use a hose in my kitchen, I will take that flour to mean you want me to shove you in the oven to bake.

[... big words from a 5'1 twig of a girl, but i mean.]

[Twig or not, he can appreciate a good threat. At least when it's not... very threatening.]

You're the cook, huh? [GOOD TO KNOW.] Come on, it'd be easier than wiping it all down by hand.

Asking me would have also been easier, but you don't seem to be interested in doing things the easy way. What were you even trying to make in here?

Oh. You a cook?

[Oops.]

Trying to make pizza. I'm going through withdrawal. [He's not entirely kidding, either.]

Obviously.

... Withdrawal. From pizza.

[she just slowly brings a palm to her face.]

I will help if you swear to never touch the kitchen again.

Uh, yeah.

[What, normal people don't have that problem??]

Define "touch". Unless you plan on having someone bring me all my food and drinks from here on out, I'm gonna have to touch it.

[Smart-ass.]

I will make the food when I'm around, just... Don't experiment. Don't do anything that can make a mess like this.

[she wants to smack him already.]

...Please tell me you're planning on cleaning that up.

[She'll be nice (for now) and not ask any other questions.]

I was thinking just burning it down might be easier at this rate.

[But yes, he will. Granted, it won't be a good job because he sucks at cleaning, but he'll do his best.]

That seems slightly counterproductive. Please don't make me break in this augment, I've had, like... Eleven months without having to worry about the medical bay.

[He raises a brow.]

You're lab support, too?

[say hello to your lab partner in crime, Natalie.]

Yeah, I'm the only—

[Wait.]

Oh, shit, did we get another one? [This is what happens when she stops paying attention.] How long have you been here?

A few weeks. [He snorts.] Not like I've really been in the lab much.

Well, that makes it slightly better, I guess.

[a pause]

What's your name? I'm Opal.

Not like there's much to do. At least there's shit to pass the time with on planet.

[He nods to her.] Dante. You been on this ship long?

Man, this planet is creepy. I'm giving it a pass.

[she nods in return.]

Yeah. Almost a year, I think? A year in January.

Beats being stuck on a ship all day long.

[Someone doesn't handle stir-craziness real well.]

Shit. So it's true then, how long some people are stuck here.

Oh, man, just wait until you hit your first week or so between planets. That is not going to be fun for you.

[she nods]

Yeah. There are people who have been here way longer than I have.

[that's not going to be fun for anyone.]

How the hell have they not gone crazy here?

You would have to ask them, but honestly, I'm pretty sure most people here are used to really bizarre and kind of shitty circumstances. Makes it more entertaining for people to watch, you know?

{ tony has been in a coma for about a month and has therefore been useless. you probably all didn't know you had a captain. that will probably not change, because tony is the worst. but he can often be found messing around in engineering where he's not supposed to be or tinkering with experiments in his room, or actually on the bridge.

where he's, you know.

supposed to be.

either way, tony is around and ready to make friends. or not. depending on whether or not he loses interest. ]

[So, here's a new face aboard the ship, just giving Tony a weird look as she spots him on the bridge.]

Oh, shit, do we have new people already?

[ tony has just settled himself into the captain's chair to get himself resituated with things when --

he turns, almost methodically, steepling his fingers.

looking, every ounce, like a (probable) evil villain. ]

Uh, new? No. Captain. I was unconscious. Atroma decided to put me under for four weeks, give or take. Or something, I haven't really figured it out yet.

[ pause ]

Who are you, again? Have we met?

[ tony is really great at remembering people he likes and really bad at remembering ... literally anyone else ]

[It says something about Nightingale's life that she can see the evil villain vibes, and she has to seriously question if she's going to have to beat this guy up at some point, or if he's just an edgelord.]

Not that I remember. I'm Nightingale, I used to be on the Bishop, and then I transferred here for Opal.

I didn't know we had a captain here. Are you just messing with me?

[That one she's lying about, Natalie mentioned him before. But hey, now she wants to mess with him a little.]

[ p a u s e

what tony should do is ask who the hell is opal, because tony knows her as natalie (or really that girl in the place who keeps touching his stuff but he's cautiously fond of her so he keeps her around regardless)

but that would be admitting defeat and he can figure it out soon enough anyway once he actually reflects on their past conversations

but that's for another time ]

Right, no one told you? There's a mutiny. That thing that pirates do when they're sick and tired of the inept captain. They kick them out and take over and create a better tomorrow. That's what I'm here for.

The old guy got taken out back to the big dog house in the sky.

[ with a slight wave of his hand ]

I accept all forms of sacrifice and donation to please me. Leave them in the donation box outside of my room.

[There is a pause as she considers that.]

Wait, mutiny? We can do that? Do I just have to knock you out to be captain myself, then?

[She is suddenly holding a wooden staff that definitely wasn't there a minute ago.]

Oh, hey, you're not dead.

[what a kind greeting. she approaches him as he's working on engineering.]

What're you doing?

No, just comatose. Apparently.

[ tony appears to be taking apart what seems to be an alarm clock. it might have been at one point, anyway. right now it's making an odd whirring sound. ]

Scavenging for parts for a thing... [ but he pauses to look up, arching his eyebrows ] You're not dead. Congratulations -- how's it been since my uncelebrated exit?

Wow, parts for a thing. That's really descriptive.

[she glances from the whirring object to him when he looks up at her]

Uh, I'm probably not the best person to ask that since I kind of ignore everything I don't care about. There was a weird creepy ship in the middle of a weird creepy forest? Were you non-comatose for that?

Edited 2016-11-23 23:45 (UTC)

Will it help if I say it's a thing that won't kill anybody?

[ but he tilts back in his chair to finally give her his full attention, arching his eyebrows ]

-- definitely comatose for that part, but I looked outside, so I got the clue. [ also, the avengers told him. ] I haven't actually gone out into the weird creepy forest yet, but I'm trusting someone reckless and uppity like yourself has already led the charge.

Uh, I was assuming that already. Was that, like, a possibility at any point?

[please don't build a death ray tony]

I am not reckless and uppity. Also, the forest was not actually that creepy once I was there.

[So Nightingale can't really be called new to the Pathstone anymore, since she's been with Natalie here for a while now, but she hasn't really socialized yet. Which she should! But trying to figure out how to talk to people is hard, so instead, she's just hiding out in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. That's the best way to make a good first impression, right?

She managed to get a good stock of food from the planet, at least, so now there's just a whole roast chicken on the table there, to tempt people to come say hello.]

[Felix arrives on the Pathstone with little ceremony, but he isn't at all surprised by this development. He isn't exactly a new face on this ship, but one that has never bothered to linger very long beyond his periods of occupancy in Crowley's room. Today, however, he's searching out his new quarters.

Not that he'd notified anyone on either ship of this decision, but it's one he made for very simple reasons. He was safe here. He was wanted here.

As if he owned the place, the wizard can be found re-arranging his belongings in the new space - a colorful but organized jumble of books, papers, and expensive-looking clothing.

Come say hello?]

[ sometimes, tony, like. bothers seeing who is actually on his ship. the pathstone is the literal worst, okay.

but when he notices there's a new person on board (like... literally a week after felix arrives), he peers in, arching his eyebrows. ]

Who'd you rob?

[ a bit flatly

those are nice clothes, okay ]

[He's dating the worst demon in existence. He has very few expectations about the Pathstone and it's crew.]

[He glances over his shoulder at Tony as he slides a hanger into his tiny closet. There isn't much in his collection. He could insist that it's a matter of quality over quantity but frankly it's taken all the time he's been here to afford it.]

No one, unless you could the people paying us to be here.

Do the Mingle Jingle~

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it's the captain bro.

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