driftfleet | April System Mingle

A: Closed to the Caprine

[As promised, one moment Rip is aboard the Marsiva, and the next, there's confetti and some brand of dark-colored cream nearby. How brilliant.

Of course the comparisons begin immediately: the layout of this bridge versus the one he knows so well, the difference in size, the apparent lack of any form of AI. It's an entirely too compact space for Rip's liking, but since he's been given every indication that he's stuck here for the duration, there's really nothing to do but get used to it.

Which is a thought he holds onto well enough, until he takes a look around the kitchen. Things start to click when he steps into that room in particular, and when it dawns on him as to why? He's somewhat less than thrilled.

...And perhaps debating the merits of issuing a shipwide apology now; someone must have a sense of humor, since the ship's brand new cook is a man who has gotten most of his food from a synthetic replicator for the past decade and a half.]

B: Meston

[Honestly, there's no real reason why Rip opts for Meston first; his goal is really more to get off of the ship than anything else, and Meston is close enough to serve that purpose. Not that the choice ends up going well for him, exactly--less than a day there, and circumstances wind up with him being sent to jail for something entirely pointless that also wasn't his fault, he wasn't even standing in the queue when someone decided they just had to cut in first.

Yes, he's having a great first few days as part of this new little fleet.

Once he's, ah, been liberated from jail in some form or fashion, Rip still sticks around--although maybe in a less security-filled area if he can manage it. One of the many problems he's discovering from being so entirely new is that he's got absolutely no credits to his name, which makes it rather hard to do--well. Anything. But there is work to be had, and manual labor tends to be a good way to keep one's head down and unnoticed--which is how he winds up playing delivery boy for a bit, loading and unloading transports, and getting a better feel for the area.]

C: Telluria

[It takes a bit for Rip to be happy with the number of credits he's made, but once he is? The manual labor is off, thanks. He might be stronger than he looks, but he's still, as someone from home once put it, "a skinny little Englishman," and would rather be spending his time on other endeavors.

Now, just what those things might prove to be, he truly has no idea. But he moves on to Telluria regardless, having caught glimpses of the bustling city at times during his former employment. It really is a different atmosphere entirely, much more lively and raucous--and pricey, as Rip is quick to work out. It's quite alright though; he doesn't necessarily plan to stay long.

He's gotten curious, however--not necessarily by the sights, but the sounds. While he's not typically a man of indulgence, Rip has long enjoyed assorted musical endeavors from throughout time. This place, it would seem, is in the midst of it's own rock and roll awakening. It's rather fascinating, especially as bands seem to gathered up almost at random to suddenly put on performances.

Though not all of it is to his particular tastes, Rip does make it a point to take in a few shows, be they put on by locals or apparent members of the fleet, many of whom seem ready to flock to one stage or another. Really, it's entirely different from how Rip would typically handle himself on some excursion in space and time, as he's been trained to make as minimal an impact as possible.

Get there, get the task done, set the timeline right and go.

It really is going to take time to wrap his head around all of this--and after so long spent with the Legends, that really is saying quite a lot.]

D: Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

[If anyone has a sense of humor, it has to be the one that chooses their augments and then sticks them all on the Caprine. Rip Hunter as the cook and the living war sword, Doudanuki Masakuni, as the communications officer. Doudanuki's idea of communications usually came at the end of his blade or his fist, and there was little else he cared for.

Except for food.

And while the food here isn't exactly cutting edge cuisine, Doudanuki is a tsukumogami so he really doesn't care what his food is as long as it goes in his mouth. Which is why he's in the kitchen when Rip wanders in, rummaging for whatever flavored kelp or bit of leftover water monster meat he brought back from their last planet is still in their commissary.

He sticks a piece of dried eel meat in his mouth then glances up at the sound of someone entering. Then decides that, as communications officers, he has to be the one to give the bright and eager welcome message to the newcomer!]

....Who the hell are you?

[yup, so bright, so welcoming]

[Rip is nearly overwhelmed by the sheer joy of such a message.]

Rip Hunter. [He leans against the entryway, arms crossed over his chest as he takes in the sight of someone who is presumably one of his new shipmates. At least when he'd been gathering the Legends, he'd had the opportunity to research and choose his comrades. Granted, he'd been selecting them based on their importance to the timeline rather than any sort of other long-term consideration, but still.

He'd been a great deal more prepared.]

I was just transferred onto this vessel a short while ago. [There are actually still a few bits of confetti in Rip's hair if Doudanuki would like proof.] And you are?

[Contain yourself, Rip. I know it's hard.

Doudanuki glances up at the bits of colored paper in Rip's hair, then down at his outfit - long coat, empty holster, not entirely practical, but better than most. Whoever this guy is, he isn't wearing armor or boasting pointed ears like some of the people he's met here, so Doudanuki assumes this is a human.

Then he goes back to rummaging in the cabinet to grab a different piece of eel meat. He stands, turns, and tosses it at Rip. Humans need to eat, too.]

I'm the war sword, Doudanuki Masakuni. Welcome to the Caprine, I guess. And the Fleet, for what it's worth.

[He'll try to restrain himself.

Fortunately, Rip happens to have decent reflexes. He catches the tossed over offering easily enough, although why he's suddenly being thrown a dried piece of fish isn't so readily apparent.

Rather like what Rip presumes to be the man's title.] "The war sword?" [Sounds appropriately pleasant, given the man's personality thus far. Not that Rip is necessarily one to talk.

Still, he offers up a name and a warmer welcome in return, so there's that.] Well met, Mr. Doudanuki. For what it's worth.

[He acknowledges that with a small nod, since it's apparently clear to them both this is less than an ideal situation.]

Yeah.

[He shrugs and then, because everyone needs a demonstration at first, he points at the black-sheathed Japanese katana resting up against the wall.]

If you pick it up, you'll see what I mean. And you don't gotta "Mister" me. I'm just a sword, not some kinda lord or whatever.

[He looks in the direction the man indicates, only just then noticing the katana set along the wall. Putting down the offering of eel from before, Rip takes the few steps over.]

It's a rather well-engrained habit, I'm afraid. And even if you are just a sword--[he says, still thinking it to mean something akin to warrior]--you're also a member of this crew.

[As unwillingly as Rip to be sure, but that's no reason to be improper to the man.

He reaches for the katana then, picking it up below the hilt so it doesn't come unsheathed.]

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