First Breath Mingle

[kill_switch]

Who: Crew of the First Breath
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Aboard the First Breath
When: Throughout January

[For all your ship mingle needs, First Breathers and Friends to First Breathers.]

Comments

[kill_switch]

[There is if you grow it. If he's seen what Tyrion's done in Engineering he'll see where some of it comes from, and if he gets a chance to visit Iskaulet he'll see the gardens being grown there.]

No, I've got it under control. [She goes back to cutting up some of the vegetables she'd procured and dumping them into a put with some basic soup stock. It's nothing fancy, but it does beat the protein pastes.]

Is this very different, from where you came from?

[expellerhead]

The space travel, yeah. [he'll probably see those gardens eventually, he plans to memorize this ship and all common spaces in the fleet asap.] Everything else...surprisingly similar.

I'm not about to have a mental breakdown, at least. [so that's one less thing for furiosa to worry about.] Do people usually have difficulty adjusting?

[kill_switch]

Some more than others, but the augment helps people understand. [She remembers her own arrival, trying to keep Nux from piloting his shuttle into the nearby sun in the name of Valhalla.]

[And speaking of augments ...] What position did you get?

[expellerhead]

Lab support. [aizawa laces his fingers together and leans forward, elbows on the table.] I locked the ordering consoles to you and myself. I hope that won't be an issue. [considering that now that he's here and the consoles are active any joe schmoe could conceivably come along and order two quarts of nitroglycerinm he thinks it's probably a good idea.]

[kill_switch]

[She nods, stirring the soup and adding some spices.]

That's a good idea.

[Sets the spoon aside and adjusts the heat, letting it simmer for a bit as she thinks,] I'd like to extend that to Tyrion Lannister. He's our engineer, but he does a lot for the ship and the crew.

[expellerhead]

You're the boss. [an engineer probably could use free control over what chemicals get ordered, after all. besides, it's not like she couldn't just override him completely and give free access herself; it just works out better this way.] Any other things I should know? Rules and regulations?

[kill_switch]

[She thinks about that for a moment, then shrugs.]

Don't be a schlenger.

[expellerhead]

[the way she says it implies a meaning that requires no explanation]

Alright. Nice and casual. [he can do that. he can also leave her alpine with the questions already. she's not unfriendly, but he gets the feeling she doesn't do a whole lot of chitchat, which is perfect.]

[kill_switch]

[She's definitely from the more tight-lipped side of things, and lapses into silence as she finishes the soup and ladels it into the two bowls. She drops a spoon in one and slides it over to him, and cups the other in her hand and leans back against the counter to eat.]

[expellerhead]

[the silence is nice, actually. he nods in thanks when she passes him a bowl, and takes the quiet moment between them as they eat to collect himself and try to wrap his mind around everything.

he's halfway through his soup when he asks around a mouthful,] Do the rankings and roles actually mean anything here?