Does anyone here even hunt

[hearsthesea]

Who: SS Huntress and friends, visitors, pet bears, etc.
Broadcast: If desired!
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now!

[New crew! New upgrades! New world! ...And Varric in a coma for the duration of March, which is maybe slightly concerning.

For the other members of the Huntress, though, it should prove to be an interesting month.]

Comments

[serves]

[He needs to go home, back to his army and his tower and his work, but that's not very plausible, is it? Cullen offers a polite shake of his head.]

I need very little. Things here seem to be adequate, as they are.

[misconceived]

Adequate? [ Chris scoffs in amusement. He knows what you're getting at, Cullen, and yet... ] This isn't exactly the Ritz, but we've been working on it. Oh—yeah, end of the months. If there's anything you want to improve, we usually take quick polls and put them toward whatever upgrades win. This ship used to be even worse, if you'd believe it.

[ Oh, right. He holds out a hand. ]

Um, Chris. Halliwell. I'm the captain here, sort of.

[serves]

[Ritz??? Cullen sometimes knows it's best not to ask. Besides, he's used to being stacked with other bodies in barracks. So he gives the other man a firm handshake before introducing himself.]

Cullen Rutherford. I'm somewhat out of my depth here, but I'll do what's necessary. [To... keep them from... dying? He has no idea.]

[misconceived]

There's not much necessary to do. Unless you consider entertainment to be the ultimate goal. [ Chris motions upwards to the invisible cameras hiding around. ] Like some people.

But, uh... How out of your depth?

[serves]

No. Entertainment is not my goal.

[Hell to the no. He's not about that life, and he will gladly be as boring as everyone likes to think he is. At his question, Cullen makes a vague motion to the ship around them.]

Things like this, like space, are not... explored, in my world.

[misconceived]

Oh. [ Why is it he's like one of the most technologically-advanced people here? That just doesn't seem right. ] Well, it's not that different. I mean... once you get onto the planets and stuff. Here, it's just like a big tin can.

[serves]

I've been in worse. Wooden barrels. [Ships. He hates wooden ships. This, at least, feels a little more sturdy and isn't giving him sea sickness.]

Figuratively speaking, of course.

[misconceived]

[ He quirks a brow at that. ]

You haven't seen the bathrooms yet.

[serves]

[Cullen mirrors the brow action.]

What's wrong with the bath rooms?

[misconceived]

They're not exactly luxurious. In fact, they're more like— [ He pauses. ] Closer to what you're used to than what I'm used to, actually.

[serves]

I'm... not sure I understand.

[misconceived]

You're not familiar with space travel, so how familiar are you with indoor plumbing?