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[holygunslinger]

Who: Wolfwood and you!
Broadcast: none
Action: Getting used to space, still on the Marsiva, and later on the Huntress.
When: 8/11 and until the shuffle, and then on the Huntress 8/12

[Wolfwood's decided to poke around the new technology, and find out how more than the showers and food processors work. He's really been taking it all in, and trying to absorb all of it, all the novelty and newness of his surroundings. Listen, the guy's been living in Steampunk Tatooine his whole life. He needs to get adjusted to the things he suddenly just knows. He's noticed the implant, the weird little nub behind his ear, and figures, hey. A life for a nub, he's not going to argue.

So far, he's poked around the medical equipment, the food processors, the communications equipment, he's seen if he can make the lights shut off or dim, and has really just been obnoxiously soaking in the sheer amazement he has over what he considers Lost Technology. Come tell him to stop messing with the gadgets, before he does something stupid.]

[... Later, though, he's over it. He lights up one of his last ten cigarettes in the pack and looks out the observation window from a sofa, gathering his thoughts. He has a sinking feeling about all of this, but really can't put his finger on just why he feels this way. It all smacks of semi-malevolence. Nothing as severe as he's dealt with in the past, but he's got a hairy suspicion that as great as it is that he's alive, he's not going to be let to retire so easily. So here's a scowling ex-dead-guy just glaring at the huge window looking out into space. Pensive, and probably looking fairly owly, but still approachable.]

 
[He's still pretty impressed by the whole I'm in SPACE thing, but it's died down a little, and he's starting to look around the quarters he's been assigned. He rubs his face and then shrugs. It's pretty all right, but something big, weighty, and full of weapons was missing. It just didn't feel like home. Oh well, he figures. He'll just have to make do. He notices that he's not the only one with the security augment on this ship, and he decides, well heck, time to meet the other crew.]

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[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash had been waiting for the crew rosters to be updated. Anxiously waiting might have been the better term. Ever since he had heard his best friend's voice come over his communicator. He just had to see him in person to really know for sure.

Which is why Wolfwood better eat that pudding he gets as a welcome gift to the Huntress quickly. As the moment Vash gets his hand on the updated list and finds Wolfwood's name he's taking off in his shuttle over to the ship and waste no time coming aboard.]

Wolfwood, you around here? [His voice sounds calm and his body language may seem relaxed, but on the inside? He was a mess. Still waiting for this to be some memory or cruel prank for a ratings spike. He had no idea how he would really act once he saw Wolfwood again. He kept telling himself over and over in his head to play it cool. To stay calm. This is normal. This everyday normal kind of thing. Wolfwood wasn't dead. He was alive. This is how it always has been. This is fine. This is normal.

This is fine.
This is normal.
This is fine.
This is normal.]

[holygunslinger]

[He finds the pudding and takes bite after savoring bite of it, immediately, instantly reminded of Milly, and smiles, bittersweet as he walks through the ship. Then he hears that familiar voice again. He turns around the corner and there the big red-coat doofus, the best friend he'd ever had and the actual worst enemy he'd ever faced, and he sets the cup and spoon aside.]

Christ, I can't believe it. Actually, yeah I can; you're entertaining as hell. you must make tons of dough for ratings alone.

[He approaches Vash. He's looking too calm, too composed. He wasn't weepy at all. God, handshakes don't seem appropriate right now. He goes in for one first, but yanks Vash forward into a big bear hug. C'mere brother.]

[goldenglasses]

[This is not fine. And this was not normal.

Well, he knew what he was going to do now that he saw Wolfwood. Moving. Talking. Breathing. Living. He was going to stare in stupid silence and completely lose his voice. Congratulations, Wolfwood, you have found what no one else could. How to shut up the Humanoid Typhoon. He can't even come up with a counter for the jab at his normally crazy antics.

Then he's touching Wolfwood again. It didn't even matter that he was already on the verge of tears when he saw Wolfwood. Now that he could hug his best friend again the waterworks had started and they weren't likely to stop.]

Wolfwood! I- I still can't believe it's really you. I-- [He hugs back tight. Knowing Wolfwood can handle the squeeze as the words: I thought I'd never see you again hang in the air.]

[holygunslinger]

I know. I wish I could say I missed you, but it's only felt like a few days for me, not a few years.

[Wolfwood's hug is genuine and firm, and soothing when he pats his friend's back]

C'mon, let's do this anywhere but the hallway. Big baby.

[he pulls away and nudges Vash's shoulder with his own. He finds a small lounge area, and holds back remarks about how the place looked like a secondhand store got robbed. But he doesn't mind. He takes a seat in an armchair and laughs, a little incredulously]

Sorry it took so long to get over here?

[Like it was any part his choice.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash rubs at his eyes, but still can't stop the tears. They were at least calming down a little bit in terms of intensity.]

That's okay. I'll just assumed you got lost when your bike broke down on the way here. [Vash finds himself a seat and can't take his eyes off Wolfwood. The man moved just the same as he remembered.]

[holygunslinger]

[The tears are a relief, honestly. Even though it had only felt like a few days for him - and those few days started when he woke up on the main ship - he knows it was likely years since Vash really let himself let out the pain of loss. He doesn't know what happened after he blacked out in the church, but he knows he'd died. There's no way he hadn't. He felt himself lose consciousness after there wasn't enough blood to keep him from passing out.

But he'd thought that over for the past three days. Mindfucked it, actually. He just wants to listen to Vash for a while.]

Definitely sounds like me. Rode straight into the sunset and broke down five hundred iles from anywhere.

[His tone went sympathetic.] I'm here now. I'm sorry it took this long. Three years, you said. That's way too long to leave you to your own devices.

[goldenglasses]

Hey! I'll have you know I've been very good! I've only set one kitchen on fire since coming here! And it was a little fire!

[A beat.]

Oh, and a birthday cake, but that wasn't really MY fault. I didn't ask for that cake.

[holygunslinger]

Only two fires in three years? That's a record for you. You have been behaving.

[With a moment of thought, he remembered what he wanted to ask]

How much do they know about your past?

[goldenglasses]

For some reason it's been a bit easier without a bounty on my head.

[Vash shakes his head lightly.]

Almost none of it. I've never been one to talk much about myself anyway. Some have recently learned a bit more than I probably would have liked, but they seem to be taking it well.

[But before he elaborates on that.] What about you, Wolfwood? How much do you know? How do you know about Knives? I never said anything about him.

[Three years was nothing to Vash. Those thoughts he had the day Wolfwood died was still fresh in his mind.]

Huntress

[bythewaves]

[ While he's wandering around, at some point, he'll hear someone playing a harp. Yes, an actual harp. The sound ripples lightly, and the more he listens, the more it sounds like rain on a moonlight lake. Following the sounds will take him to the bunkrooms, and eventually, to Maglor's room, where he's forgotten to shut the door and is, indeed, playing a silver lap harp. On his bunk.

Maglor looks up at the footfall and blinks at him.

Also, he didn't turn on his room light, so he's clearly glowing slightly, as if there was a moon directly overhead. ]

Ah... sorry, did I disturb you? I don't think we've met.

[holygunslinger]

[Glowing people. Well, he'd have to assess later if he's seen weirder. But the music is nice, and it's beautiful - not like the guitar he's used to. It's sweeter than that, and more like moonlight than anything. And so is its player.

He's just a little astounded.]

Oh, not at all, it's beautiful music. Keep playing if you'd like, don't let me disturb you.

I'm Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Security.

[In lieu of letting it seem like he doesn't want more music, he waves, instead of extends a hand.]

[bythewaves]

Ah! Then you will be working with my brother Maedhros.

[ Maglor smiles and bows politely ]

Well met, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Maglor, at your service. You must be new then, I assume? Welcome to the Huntress! Come in and sit, if you like - there isn't much space, but I always feel a little rude, if I don't at least make the attempt.

[holygunslinger]

Maedhros. Maglor. Huh, interesting names.

[He's used to more common names like Tonas and Hoppard. He slips further into the bunk and settles against the wall, leaning and sliding down to listen, head tilted a little.]

I'm pretty dang new, yeah. Only just woke up here about a week ago. I dunno if I'll be staying here on this ship, though I'll definitely like to meet everyone here. Offer my hand if and when it's needed. Thing is, I found out my best friend is apparently captain of the Twin Roses. And he'd probably cry his eyes out if I decided to stay, no matter how good the company is, and how good the music seems to be. I dunno. Maybe I should stay just to see how long it takes for him to break down and ask.

[big grin. He's fully kidding.]

[bythewaves]

[ He laughs softly, hands going back to the harp, almost unconsciously, picking out a low background tune ]

Are they? They are quite normal, for my folk. Ah, but you are fortunate, to have friends here! On the Twin Roses, is it? Mm, that must make you Vash's friend, I think! I don't know him that well, however I am sure he would be happy for you to join him there.

[holygunslinger]

Not a lot of people do know him well. He may seem really open, but he's actually pretty secretive. But I'm going to sweat him to ask me first. That's a captain's prerogative, after all.

[He keeps his attention on Maglor, despite the fact that he wants to ask every last thing about the music, and Maglor's people. Actually...]

If you don't mind my prying, what kind of instrument is that? It sounds incredible.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs softly at the thought ] It is, and I am sure he will sulk at you forever for making him do so.

Hm? [ He looks down at the harp and pulls a glissando from the strings ] This is a harp - a lap harp, specifically, although they can get much bigger. Have you never seen one before?

[holygunslinger]

[His smile is genuine, almost youthlike in appearance. Sorry, Maglor, he's a little astounded that there's still things he hasn't yet seen.]

Huh-uh. I'm familiar with similar instruments, though. Guitar, piano. Nothing sounds quite as sweet. It's like... Hm. Sounds like what I'd figure clouds would sound like. Like light wisps of them over the moons at night.

Huntress - Engineering

[monolike]

[With the system being as interesting it is Sorey doesn't spend much time on the ship, but there are still things that need doing, engines that need fine-tuning and upgrades to small parts that can't be done while the ship is running.

When Wolfwood comes wandering by, Sorey will look up from where he's testing the new ion coils and smile up at him, hair a mess and cheek smeared with the same kind of dark substance staining his coveralls.] Heya! Looking for anybody in particular?

[holygunslinger]

[Oh hey, now this looks fun. He's found the Fun part of the ship. (This, of course, is before he finds the armory, so he's enjoying the fact that even these engines look fun and horribly complicated) And when he sees the young man, he grins wide.]

Just checking it out. Heard I'm going to be flying around on this bad girl for a few days, just wanted to acclimate myself to where stuff is on the ship.

[He extends a hand to shake.]

Nicholas D. Wolfwood, security. You've got grease on you. Or what passes for grease in this place.

[monolike]

Oh, new crew! [Sorey wipes his hand off on his coveralls before taking Nicholas's.] I'm Sorey, I'm one of the engineers here. And First Mate, for however much that counts. Sorry for the mess, it's maintenance day.

[holygunslinger]

[Firm, cordial handshake is a go! He grins and shakes his head, dismissing the mess.]

Not a problem, Sorey. I'm used to messy engines, myself. Not that I ever have luck with them, but I guess that's why I'm security. Mind if I ask a hundred questions? Promise I won't touch anything.

[monolike]

Sure, I don't mind. I maybe won't be able to answer all of 'em, but I'll do my best! [He's got to start cooldown on these coils though, so excuse him for looking away for a minute]

[holygunslinger]

I'll go easy on you, let you focus on work first.

[It gives him a chance to collect his thoughts.]

So do you have any idea how any of this works, or is it all just kind of guess play and augmentation?

[monolike]

A lot of it's the augment, but thankfully I've been here about a year now so I think I'm getting the hang of it! [Flexes an arm proudly.] I used to be much, much worse at this than I am. Hahaha, looking back it's kind of amazing we didn't all blow up! [Cheerfully punches in the commands to shut down the coils~]

[holygunslinger]

I'm glad you didn't blow up! It's way more advanced than much of anything I've seen, but it sure is cool. I probably won't be down here much, but hey. It's good to know about where you are, and how it works if you're flying around in it.

[And how much of this is decorative or extremely vital. He did hear that this was all for entertainment, so he wonders how much of this is prop and how much is actually able to do stuff.]