driftfleet | Shufflemageddon- it's a Bishop Mingle!

[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.]

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_{[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.]}

I can cook but I have no ingredients!

[--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!

[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.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

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

[Do you dare, Pidge?]

[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?

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

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

[ 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?

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

[Aaaaaaaaand there's the kicker.

Pidge just... deadeyes this guy from down the hall.

And promptly turns around and starts walking the other way. Nope. Nope nope nope.]

NO! No no nononono. Where're you going? [Jack scurries after.] You're missing out. And I've got no one else to play with it!

[Walking just a little bit faster, nope nope nope.]

I'm going away because I don't want to know what you're talking about.

Oh.

[He pauses, then sashays after her more quickly.]

But why? Haven't you any sense of fun at all, lad?

[Yeeeah, as luck would have it, the newly-appointed ship's captain was just exiting their shiny new armory up ahead. And really, she's only caught part of the conversation here, but... it's Jack, so she's pretty much ready to throw any presumption of innocence out the nearest airlock.

Possibly Jack along with it, if that Look she's shooting at him is any indication. Give her a reason, Jack.]

Not when it comes to things underneath a stranger's coat.

[And then-- Whoa. That sure is an alien species Pidge has never seen before. It's enough to bring Pidge to a stop in the middle of the hall, looking up at-- them(?) in surprise. Whose side would they even be on, here?]

Cap'n Looma, sir! [Oh God why is she fixing him with the death stare?] You're lookin' so....muscular today, milady. Have you met this fine lad yet? New crewmember. Thought I'd initiate him with a fun game.

[Glare is definitely not going away Jack, especially not after...well, everything that comes to mind with what Pidge had to say. It's enough to spare the much smaller boy a glance, but Looma would table figuring out who they were and where they'd been assigned for after she'd finished discovering just what in Tetra's name Jack had been getting up to.]

I have not. But by all means, enlighten me on what this initiation entails. I would know what makes it so important it does not require the Captain's input.

[Thin ice, Jack. Thin ice.]

[Pidge sort of... steps back a little bit to make some room for what would appear to be turning into some kind of showdown. And also decides to make some mental notes on the current situation.

Captain Looma. That will be important to remember. And... Well, the creepy one doesn't seem to have been given a name just yet, but Pidge will definitely mark him as The Creepy Pirate Guy for the time being. So it seems like it's a very good thing that the captain has shown up to put a stop to this... whatever this is.]

For the record, I'm Pidge.

[Oh whale bollocks. Why can't a simple pirate have a simple game with a simple lad? Jack clears his throat and puts on a winning smile. Surely even Looma must be swayed by the record-breaking charm of this smile.]

And as a footnote to that record, I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow.

[THERE PIDGE BE CONFUSED ABOUT WHO THE REAL CAPTAIN IS. At least momentarily.]

I was just sayin' to the lad, 'How's about a bit of fun, eh?', because he looked so sorrowful and confused and lost and sad. Not good for young ones to be sad, you know. Causes them to go all dark and broody and before you know it, they're becoming poets and drawing small anatomically incorrect skulls and whatnot. Can't have that. Not on the Bishop! Because there's pride in the Bishop, eh?

[Unfortunately something happens at this point. Because what Jack had under his coat was a precariously balanced Jenga stack, and he'd hooked it into the top of his trousers to sort of balance it so he could do the big reveal in style, because he does EVERYTHING in style. He's Captain Jack Sparrow. Except now the Jenga pile is becoming unstable, and bits of it are starting to drop down his pantlegs, which is causing him to jerk around uncomfortably and sort of...paw at himself indelicately.]

[Jack no]

Captain Jack Sparrow?

[While her lower arms might be resting at her hips, she'll go right ahead and smash one of her other fists into her palm hard enough to make the hall feel just a bit drafty.]

So you have decided to challenge my claim after all!

[ABORT JACK. ABORT ABORT ABORT.]

Pidge, perhaps it would be best if you stand clear. I do not wish to injure any sensible crew members!

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[Pidge's eyes go wide, and she - perhaps very wisely - takes a laaaarge step back, getting closer to the wall. If there's about to be a fight, Pidge is going to bet on the alien woman that's twice her own height and is definitely not about to get in the way.

And then of course there's the extremely weird way in which Jack starts moving, which really only serves to make Pidge even less inclined to interact with him. Probably better to leave it all to Captain Looma.]

...Maybe I should keep exploring then and leave you guys to it. [It's more an offer just for the sake of offering, since Pidge is also kind of curious to see how this plays out. If this is really the crew she's about to join, it'd be best to take the opportunity to learn something about them.]

[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.

Shufflemageddon- it's a Bishop Mingle!

CAPTAIN Looma Red Wind (this bodes well)

Noctis Lucis Caelum | OTA

John Laurens | your friendly med officer

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Pidge Gunderson | Resident Engineer, reporting in!

Rick Grimes | Security!

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