Oh I love my Rosie child

[thebestseller]

Who: The crew of the SS Twin Roses and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Twin Roses
When: The end of April

['Sup, it's a ship mingle. We've lost Adawolfe, Anders and Ravi, but gained Lance, Shovel Knight, and Chuuya.

Enjoy the free pudding and make yourselves at home, newbies.]

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[stabsbothways]

Well, I'm still looking, so how about I let you know when I do find something, then?

[therewerefifty]

Mmm. As you wish.

[She'll just lurk in the doorway until you do.]

[stabsbothways]

Not that I have a thing about people watching, but I do think introductions should be made first.

[therewerefifty]

[Her lips turn up appreciatively at the suggestion behind that, but her following bow of greeting is very polite.]

Otono-Tachibana Makie. Formally of the Wind Rose, but our ship became...complicated.

[stabsbothways]

Wicked Grace. Currently of the Heron. Formerly of 'not here.'

I was rather fond of 'not here.' It didn't have coffee dispensers or hot showers but I don't like leashes.

[therewerefifty]

I appreciate the sentiment. I have found far worse places to be, but I too would prefer to be elsewhere than these ships. [But hey, at least she has friends here.]

[stabsbothways]

Bear with me, 'Onoto Tanichaba...?'

[ More syllables in a different order than she was used to. ]

[therewerefifty]

[She is so used to this by now. Makie looks amused.]

Most people call me Makie.

[stabsbothways]

Makie is much easier, although I haven't entirely given up on pronouncing the whole thing. Perhaps sometime I can trouble you for a helpful mnemonic... the dirtier the better.

[therewerefifty]

[Makie is utterly startled by the suggestion because why. But somewhere deep within there is a vague desire to laugh, promise.]

I don't believe I've ever tried coming up with one. Would you like me to write it down?

[stabsbothways]

Making dirty limericks of each others names seems like a good idea after two weeks at sea without even the meekest of breezes.

How about we get with the times and you use your little electric box to send me a message with it?

[therewerefifty]

You're a sailor. [And a pirate, probably, given some surface indicators. She's a little fascinated. Though her face is as blank as ever.]

You may need to explain to me what a limerick is. I assume it's a style of... some kind.

[stabsbothways]

It's a poem, of a sort. I'm sure there's some specific rules for what a limerick is supposed to be, generally I just go with 'does it sound like a limerick,' so perhaps that's not very helpful as an introduction.

The maids of Antiva are vicious
Beautiful and deadly, ambitious
If that's not for you
I bid you adieu
The rest of us find them delicious.

[therewerefifty]

[That does make her laugh softly.] I see. I'm not familiar with the phrasing, though the intent is certainly familiar. I shall have to practice.

[stabsbothways]

I'll leave you to it, then. I really only came for this.

[ She shows Makie the deck of cards. ]

I think Hawke would have wanted me to have them, and if not fuck him. I'm taking them anyway.

[therewerefifty]

[Playing cards? That was all? She considers them a moment, the context of the situation, and then inclines her head.]

Well. I thank you for the instruction. [Gravely.]

[stabsbothways]

[ She gave Makie a slight bow as she headed back to her shuttle. ]