driftfleet | First Breath Mingle

Tyrion, by in large, set himself to wandering these days. Oh sure, he could still be found on the First Breath, working in the Engineering Room. He could be found at the bar, keeping accounts and making sure everyone kept drinking. He could even be found in his rooms, reading.

He drank more than usual, though, and he had taken to walking the halls of the Hotel Corona, all manner of all hours. He did a few of his personal jobs there - negotiating deals between parties as a third party arbitrator. Yet his heart wasn't into it, in fact there was very little passion in anything he did these days.

Kitchen

[Since Lily's absence, Furiosa had found herself attempting to cook. At first it was simply in an attempt to make sure the fruits and vegetables didn't go to waste. Then, it became a matter of making sure Max eats more than protein paste.]

[What she makes is simple, but hearty. Stews, goulash, nothing too extravagant. There's plenty of leftovers and if you're there she'll dish it up hot. She's been in space for over a year and she's still not over the fact that - even rationed - food is several times more accessible than the Wastelands.]

Cargo Bay

[She continues to maintain a physical regimen to keep from getting restless. She's got her fast and fierce Wastelander style, but she's starting to pick up on other tactics from people she spars with. What have you got to teach her? Or have you anything to learn?]

Hotel Corona

[When she needs a break she's still got her tropical paradise room on the Hotel, as well as she picks up whatever odd jobs she can - running courier, help moving large items, whatever she can do for a few extra credits.]

Wildcard

[OTA!]

Furiosa has definitely noticed his mood. She's also aware that they are down a Jojen and remembers that he was from Tyrion's world. After quietly observing him for a few days, she finds him in engineering. She lets herself in, settles back against the wall, and crosses her arms.

"Okay. Talk."

Tyrion had noticed that as well, and it was another layer of weight on his heart. Jon, Bran, Dany and Jojen. Theon had come back ... something else. Who knew what would become of the rest of them here?

Furiosa's presence snapped him out of staring at the page in his book for another ten minutes, and then he sighed. "Dany is gone."

His answer is a little surprising, and immediately after her features soften and she goes over to sit nearer to him.

"Dany ... the blond girl, right?" Furiosa thinks she's seen her around, that she reminded her faintly of The Dag. "You two were close?"

He nodded his head, and as she sat down next to him, he pushed the bottle over to her.

"I was - am - should be in the future - Her Queen's Hand. Her top advisor, representative, and her ruling stead when she is off in battle. I ... we trusted one another."

She takes the bottle, looks at it, and just holds onto it for a while. She'll take a small drink now and again for appearances, but maybe she's more interested in making sure he doesn't overdo it than she is sharing in it.

"Can I ask ... what is she going back to?"

Himself, he is quietly watering his various plants - things put into order, neatening and making sure that everything is 'just right'. He's ... listless, on edge.

Her question makes his shoulders tense, and he takes another hit off the bottle, "She is going back to make war. To take back Westeros from the Usurpers."

[ Cara doesn't drink as much, but there's something relaxing about the atmosphere - it's the closest to home in a way. So she slides near him, eyeing his glasses. ]

Busy night?

"So, she's alive? She can keep going?"

Furiosa is getting at something. She watches him fidget with his plants, and after a moment slides the bottle back over.

[he's not expecting gourmet food when he heads for the kitchen- actually, he's not expecting anything. though he probably should have; people must get bored, being confined to these things all day for weeks on end. cooking is something to do.

still, when he spots the kitchen occupied he stops in the doorway. is she the cook, or cooking for herself?]

Should I come back later?

[She looks up from her concoction. She could only assume this was a new crewmate - either that or a visitor to one her current crew. Either way, she didn't recognize the man. She smiles. It's a small, soft pull at the corner of her lips; she's a weathered woman and isn't one for brazen emotions unless under great duress, but her edges have softened some in her time here.]

No, come on it. Are you hungry?

I could eat. [aizawa you could just say 'yes'

he lets himself in and sits down at the table, peering around at all the contraptions and dispensers in the kitchen, a mixture of recognizable utensils and strange apparatuses.]

Do you cook for the ship, or just for fun?

Just for fun. We used to have someone who enjoyed making food for others with fresh ingrediants. It's not a bad habit to get into. [Thing is Furiosa is still getting used to preparing food like that. She didn't have the benefit of available resources out in the Wastelands, and had pretty much been subsisting on the protein paste until Lily got there. She pulls a second bowl from the cupboard.]

I'm Furiosa, First Breath's Captain and Pilot.

[so there's fresh food on these things? aizawa can't help but think it's probably not a common occurrence.]

Aizawa, new lab support. Good to meet you. [so she's the captain...] Need any assistance there, Captain? [the titles seem more or less arbitrary, but he's not about to dismiss that out of hand. she definitely doesn't carry herself like some puffed-up civilian, anyway.]

[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?

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?

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?

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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.]

[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.

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?

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

Don't be a schlenger.

Hmm, no more than usual.

[He is cleaning the glasses with a practiced eye at this point, even if he is just going through the motions.]

What can I get for you?

"She is alive. She is going. I am not entirely certain she ever stops."

Is Tyrion's simple response, as he moves onto the next tank.

"Then there's hope."

It's not much, she realizes this; not with the way he's described his world before, but things could be a lot worse.

What is your strongest brew?

[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.]

[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.]

"... I do not put much stock into hope these days but - I know her. She can stay alive." She had to. For all their sakes.

That ... would be some sort of strange vodka that looks like vodka, but may or may not be vodka. Crowley is surprisingly close-lipped about it. It is not inexpensive, just to warn you.

"Hope is a tricky thing. You can't depend on it too much, but it can be enough to get out up in the morning."

Wake you up, keep you going. "But she's alive, and that means she can still fight. That's something. Hold onto it."

[ She makes a face. ]

How much?

[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?

[All things considered, the ship made it through the chaos in one piece. The crew might be a different matter. Once the dust settles, there's some cleanup to be done. Maybe a few things that need to be patched here and there, meaning they're free to triage the damage to the rest of the fleet.

Kaidan himself suffered only a few injuries - a few bruises and a glancing shot or two from the raider's guns that his armor patched up or deflected. There are bigger injuries to be dealt with around the fleet, so he had ignored those in favor of divesting himself of his armor to starting on repairs.

However, Kaidan isn't in the armory right now. The pieces of the distinctive blue armor are set out on a table, but he's nowhere to be seen. Rather, he's currently in his quarters, curled up into a corner of his bed with the lights off. It happened like this sometimes, once the adrenaline from battle had passed from his system. The stabbing pain of a migraine that often crept up and slotted into his brain, somewhere between his temple and his amp-port. Repairs would have to wait.]

[Max isn't letting Furiosa do much in the way of cleanup ... or much in the way of anything, aside from recover from the concussion she got on the Iskaulit. He can't babysit her all the time, though, and in those moments she catches for herself, she makes her way around the ship and checks in with her crew.]

[She'd noticed Kaidan's armor without Kaidan. She makes her way slowly to his quarters and knocks on the hatch,]

Hey, you in there?

[Her voice is hoarse, but otherwise steady, for the moment.]

[For a moment he seriously considers saying nothing so he can lay here in peace, but the thought of letting her worry is one he can't abide.

There's a long pause, though, until he answers]

...yeah, I'm here.

[He speaks up as loudly as he can manage without causing too much pain, so he sounds about as worse for wear as she does. Not that he's getting up to open the hatch for her.]

[NBD, she's a grown woman, she can handle the hatch herself. It just take her longer than usual to let herself in, and when she's finally successful she's also looking like death warmed over. She settles herself on the nearest thing that's remotely chair-like and sighs.]

Good to see you're alive.

[Lucky for them both, the only light in here is the ambient light from the hallway, so it's hard to make out the finer details. It's still easy to hear the weariness and pain in her voice though.]

Same to you. Was a bit worried when you left and didn't come back.

[He's trying to decide if he also resents her for that action. Sure, the boarding party was dealt with but the battle wasn't over. Without a pilot they'd been left to drift.]

Forgive me...if I don't get up.

[He's shifted a bit so he can sort of see her better, but that's about it. His hand is more or less permanently affixed to his head]

Mm. I ran into some ... difficulties, on the Iskaulit.

[She'd been under the impression their secondary pilot Barton would have grabbed the wheel, but if that's not the case - Kaiden - you need to let her know.]

What happened to you, anyway?

Took a few hits during the raid. Scratches, really. No big deal.

[Deep scratches, going by the blood, but it's true that he's hardly bleeding out.]

What kind of difficulties?

[Still, should probably have that taken care of before it gets infected.]

Greater numbers, more powerful weapons. Blow to the back of the head. [That was kind of it for her and fighting, this time.]

You should clean up.

[The mention of a head injury gets his attention, though, even through the fog. Grunting, he pushes himself up to a sitting position, a slight grimace of pain contorting his features along with the flash of concern]

Top of my list, I promise, just as soon as this migraine lets up. What about you? Did you see a doctor yet?

[Difficult, considering they once again don't have one on board]

[She sits up slightly as he turns to look at her. That expression of concern gets a huff of irritation.] I've been seen by enough people, I'll be fine.

['No' and also 'Not Happening'. She generally tried to avoid ~~Organ Mechanics~~ Doctors whenever possible.]

[That attitude isn't terribly uncommon among soldier types, so he isn't terribly surprised by it. It's mildly hypocritical of her, though, after offering advice for his own care. His expression is impassive but unflinching in response.]

If you're sure. Probably should get someone to poke you awake every so often tonight. To be safe.

[He is not. new. to injuries.]

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