Shufflemageddon- it's a Bishop Mingle!

[tough_love]

Who: Bishop crew and any visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Anyone aboard the S.S. Bishop
When: RIGHT THE HECK NOW (and also throughout the month)

[New crewmates, new captain, new reasons to wonder how the ship's still flying]

Comments

CAPTAIN Looma Red Wind (this bodes well)

[tough_love]

[Honestly at this point she's not even surprised to wake up in new places anymore, it's just a mild annoyance. Though this time around it's actually pretty appreciated because heck yeah bigger bed! And slightly bigger room, which is nice, because she could barely fit into her old one.

For old and new crewmates alike, she can be found either in her quarters (for a change) or making the rounds through the ship to keep an eye on everyone and get a feel for the new additions to the crew. So. Beware the giant armored wall of a captain marching about, but you'll probably hear her before you need to worry about getting bowled over.

Occasionally there'll even be an announcement over the ship's speakers warning everyone she's headed down to the cargo hold for some "exercise," which is all the warning you get before she starts beating the hell out of the interior bulkheads.

You can thank the new first mate for the fact anyone is even given a heads up about that.]

[alwayscomeback]

[At some point, early in the month, Looma is getting a visitor! Lucky her. Sokka heads through the Bishop, seeking her out giving her a lazy wave when he finally finds her. ]

Hey, Looma! Thought I'd pay you a Captain-y visit, see how it's working out for you.

Noctis Lucis Caelum | OTA

[starless_sky]

<sub>[He's in the kitchen, or what can be called a kitchen... sort of. This wasn't really a kitchen in his eyes. Sure it had all the necessary appliances but... he couldn't get into this. This was so bizarre. Where was the food? He didn't want to deal with that gel stuff. He knew how to make it into things and he didn't want to know how he knew that.

He grimaced at the potato flakes and the canned meat... and especially the beans. He tossed everything aside in disgust.]</sub>

I can cook but I have no ingredients!

[tough_love]

[Yo angry chef, if you can hear those heavy footsteps over all the noise you're making, you've got a visitor. A very big visitor.]

Make do. No one will complain if it's something simple if it gets them out of eating that disgusting paste.

[Sure you could make it taste decent enough, but there was still just something fundamentally wrong about it.]

I will procure some real food at the next planet. Until then, you are free to deny meals to anyone who chooses to be ungrateful.

[starless_sky]

_{[He startles at the booming voice abbr then again at ther intimidating figure. He's quiet at first.]}

The next planet... when's that gonna be? How do we get more? Do we have money?

Sorry... new here. I'm Noctis... I don't think denying people would be right. How ungrateful are they going to be? So be potatoes and... beans aren't anything to celebrate. Better than that paste. I'm not eating that.

[tough_love]

[That's a whole lot of questions at once, good lord human. All Looma can do is shrug her shoulders.]

We will know when we arrive. I do not believe this fleet follows anything resembling a schedule. As for how it will be obtained, I was responsible for the last allotment of real food. Whatever game exists, I will hunt it myself.

[The giant sea serpent head in the hold was just what she felt like sparing for aesthetic reasons, the ship had sea snake for actual weeks.]

It does not need to remain paste- something I hope you are aware of if you are to be our cook. But I must agree with you as to its...suitability for consumption. It is disgusting, and best left to be a small but necessary portion of a meal. If anyone objects to what else you prepare, they can make their own meals.

[luxoraculi]

[ Poor Noct. Luna's made her way over to the Bishop, and she's on a mission. She asks around and soon she's directed to the kitchen -- and she arrives just in time to hear his outburst. She can do nothing but stare at him, before she bursts out into a fit of amused giggles. The King of Lucis himself standing in a kitchen rummaging through things so that he can cook for his crewmates.

Luna herself, however, looks just as silly. She's got a pair of bright pink, very cheap sunglasses sitting atop her head, and a bag draped over one of her arms. She's been looking through the gift basket that had been left for her, clearly, and she's brought things to share with him. ]

Good afternoon, Noctis. How do you like the Bishop so far?

[starless_sky]

_{[He flinched when he heard her voice. It... it was real. He whirled around to meet her gaze and despite the silly pink sunglasses Noctis looked grief stricken.]}

So it wasn't a dream. You're really here... _{[He hurried around to her side and before he could think he threw his arms around her. He just couldn't let her go again in case she went somewhere.]}

Luna.... Luna. Where are you staying, how did you get here? How did you find me?

[luxoraculi]

[ For a brief few moments, Luna almost thinks this may have been a mistake. She probably should have called first and given him some kind of warning instead of just popping up, and that's something to keep in mind for next time. The look on his face stings her, though, and she swallows. ]

I am, and I have been here for nearly four months. [ She offers him a tiny smile, before she very carefully wraps her arms around him in return. It's still strange to her that he doesn't remember the time they'd spent together here, or the rather feverish kiss they'd shared during the ball... but perhaps that's for the best. She's certainly not going to bring that up.

She does, however, shift to place a hand against one of his cheeks, pushing herself up on her toes to press a warm, grateful kiss against his other cheek. ]

I am currently residing on the First Breath alongside Prompto and Ignis. I am one of the communications officers there. As for how I got here and how I found you, I took a shuttle and I asked around.

John Laurens | your friendly med officer

[unbridles]

[--So he's quite happy to be back aboard the Bishop. Which is much less quieter than it was before, and he appreciates that! Deeply. He's also noticed a bunch of new things, and is, therefore, exploring. He finds his way to a room labeled armory, and:]

Yo, holy shit, we got guns now! Hell yes!

[ringleadering]

[ Making his rounds and scribbling down notes, Rick paused thanks to a sudden exclamation. Wonderful. Weapons never made things more complicated, especially with those who weren't as skilled with them.

Walking over, he looked at the man in question with a tilt of his head. ]

Do ya know how to handle a gun?

[unbridles]

[John's raising his eyebrows in some disbelief.]

Willin' to bet I was usin' one before you were ever thought of.

[ringleadering]

[ With a nod of his head, he moved forward to try and peer inside to see what all they had to work with. ]

What's your weapon of choice?

Pidge Gunderson | Resident Engineer, reporting in!

[pidge_out]

[As it happens, Pidge is simply standing in the middle of what appears to be a bedroom. Quarters. It's kind of similar to what the paladins have back on the Castle of Lions, but only in the sense that it feels pretty... utilitarian. Small. Essentials only. It's probably a good thing Pidge is so small.

After a quick look around, Pidge can only guess that this is no longer that first ship, the Marsiva. The others had said that eventually everyone would get assigned a smaller ship in the fleet or whatever, so this was probably it. Made enough sense, right? With that in mind, Pidge decides to move out of the room and start investigating the rest of the ship.]

[all7seas]

Oi -- you! Over there! Person! C'mere. Got somethin' to show you.

[Do you dare, Pidge?]

[pidge_out]

[Way to get Pidge's attention, there. With a quick look back just to see that it's no one else being called over, Pidge kind of just... stares over at the man down the hall with an eyebrow raised in confusion. Not moving yet, just.......... staring.]

Uhhh. What?

[all7seas]

Come 'ere. [Run fast, Pidge.] I got somethin' I want to SHOW you underneath my coat!

[LATER]

[tough_love]

[Never let it be said Looma was a hands-off captain. She had no plans to run the ship like she would an actual warship, but she wasn't going to just let everyone do their own thing either. She was captain, they had their own crew stations, she'd utilize them accordingly when the need arose. But, through her own experience dealing with humans and the knowledge that her first mate probably wouldn't get off her case about it if she just started barking out orders, she'd at least try being somewhat polite about things. For the first time she had to ask, at least.

So long after the situation with Jack had been resolved and she'd had time to arrange a full inspection of everything that had changed aboard the ship- to say nothing of the crew roster- she'd show up outside the door to Pidge's bunk and give it an unnecessarily loud couple of knocks.]

Pidge Gunderson. I have a request, and require your assistance.

[She might have been a little bad at the whole "polite" thing, but she was trying darn it. At least she wasn't threatening to tear the kid's arms off if he took too long answering or something, right?]

[pidge_out]

[Looma's probably pretty lucky that Pidge even happens to be back in her bunk by the time she comes calling. She's actually in the middle of poking at the paladin armor, trying to figure out what's working and what isn't. So it's additionally lucky, then, that the captain knocks so loudly. It's enough to pull Pidge's mind from her work, and to have her get to her feet to answer the door.

And look up and up and up once the door is open, just to see Looma's face.]

A request? With what? [...Then, as kind of an afterthought, she adds:] Captain?

[tough_love]

You are our engineer, are you not?

[Yes, Looma had actually taken the time to read the crew roster. She was taking the whole "Captain" thing deadly serious, apparently.

But she'll hold up a rather large suit of flex armor- clearly meant for her, considering it was almost as big as Pidge was- for illustrative purposes.]

I have apparently been gifted with this armor as part of my reassignment. But as I have no use for it, I require your expertise in putting it to use for another. I wish to know if it is possible.

[It was sort of straddling the line between needing an engineer and needing a tailor, but the engineer's station was the only one with any sort of tools to it, which meant Pidge was the logical choice here.]

In exchange, you are free to use whatever material is left to supplement your own armor. I will provide what assistance I can, though I am a warrior, and not used to working any particular trade. What I can do is secure you whatever tools or materials you might require.

Rick Grimes | Security!

[ringleadering]

[ Waking up in another new location worked at Rick's nerves but after the initial frustration, he realized he had a lot more ground to cover. Exploring every inch of the place and making notes seemed like the proper first step. Interacting with the new crew members, well, they could have more information than they thought. Most witnesses took in far more than they originally believed until more things started to come to light.

Just arriving there proved a challenge.

With a sigh, Rick wandered around with a notepad and a pen, trying to figure out the new 'ship' and all its features. ]

[tough_love]

[Looma had been exploring the ship herself, mainly to take stock of the new additions to the ship along with the sections that had been re-opened due to the new crew, though she wasn't taking notes on any of it. Not physical ones, at least. Fortunately she remained aware enough of her surroundings that she wouldn't bowl right into Rick, instead coming to a stop and staring down at the unfamiliar man. And it wasn't an especially friendly gesture either- his note taking had not gone unnoticed]

...I certainly hope you are one of the new additions. I cannot say I would approve of any strange visitor studying the ship in any detail.

[ringleadering]

[ At the sound of a voice, Rick looked up from his notepad and had to keep glancing up to take in the face of the one who spoke. Back to questioning the head trauma possibility. Flipping the notepad shut, he straightened his own spine out but knew he would never match the intimidation level, at least, height wise. He never took up much space but more than made up for it in other ways when needed. ]

I am. Just got assigned to this place. [ Perhaps, he would believe it to be a ship soon enough but not for the moment. ] You got somethin' to hide?

[redatheart]

[Oh hey....dude he's...seen in Carl's memories. Well. This isn't weird at all. (Not in the least because he's seen Rick's wife die....)

Sayid is heading from the cargo hold to his room when he comes across Rick. He pauses for a long moment, clearly slightly surprised, before he approaches the man.]

New crewmember?

[ringleadering]

[ Looking up, Rick placed the notepad and pen in his pocket for the time being. ]

That's right. Rick Grimes. [ He held out a hand, attempting to offer a small if a little tight smile. ] Taken it you've been here awhile?