Mingling with the Fishes

[save_the_souls]

Who: SS Blue Fish and Anyone visiting!
Broadcast: MAYBE???
Action: SS. Blue Fish!
When: After the Shuffle to...idk whenever

[Welcome new crew and visitors to the SS Blue Fish! There's been some additions to the crew, some grievous losses and some activity as they prepare these finale days to leave the planet of Mor. Don't mind the two cats and large amounts of meat being stored. Since Blue Fish lacks a pilot, the ship can still be found docked in Mor's volcano until they leave the planet for anyone who wants to drop by for a visit!]

[In other words, get in here and mingle!]

Comments

a location no one has used yet??? by which i mean the armory, what up.

[forcemageure]

[ Due to the fact that Hawke's major strengths are, it has been claimed, helping people and killing people, upon arrival he suddenly found himself named Security Officer. This means, among other things, guns. A pretty significant array of them, in fact, which he also ...suddenly knows how to use! That's wonderful and doesn't feel like someone has been using a whisk in his brain at all.

Regardless, as ever he is determined to be excellent at anything he tries, and as such can be found in the reasonably well-outfitted armory, examining what is available and definitely not shooting the hull. He's done that thing to his jumpsuit only dudes in space seem to do, where he's wearing the bottom half but the top is basically slung around his hips, thus making the a-shirt underneath actually the top, and is accompanied by the ship's cats. Because he made the mistake of feeding them once, and now he is doomed.

Slay is helping by biting his Achilles' tendons occasionally, and Alicia is helping by sleeping. Seemingly on top of everything Hawke wants to use at once. ]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly has come in search of the cats, naturally.]

Oh there you are! I was wondering where you had gotten off to.

[She heads straight for Alicia before realizing, whoops, there's a person in here. She blushes slightly with embarrassment. As a defense, she picks up the protesting Alicia and scratches her behind the ears.]

Ah, hello! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here.

[forcemageure]

[ Oh good, Hawke wanted at the box the cat was draped over. He makes an a-ha noise and reaches out to snag it, discovering it is a] significantly heavier than he expected and b] containing shells as long as his hand. ]

No harm done. Good luck for us both, imagine how many bits of myself I could've blown off if you'd really surprised me!

[ Uh. Yes, imagine it. Or please don't. ]

[dancingmd]

[She grimaces a little at the joke and shifts Alicia into a more comfortable position. Not that the cat will agree to stay there for long.]

Do you need any help?

[forcemageure]

You could see what's in that crate, if you're interested.

[ For all his inherently questionably humor his posture projects effortless friendliness, smile quirking into full, lopsided life at an instant's provocation. ]

I'm Hawke. I'd offer to shake your hand, but--

[ Well! She is becatted! He knows better than to interrupt that.

PS: literally anything could be in that crate. Aaaaaanything. ]

[dancingmd]

[She returns his smile with equal friendliness.]

I'm Dr. Beverly Crusher. Nice to meet you.

[Scratching a pleased-looking Alicia under the chin, she looks around the room.]

I take it you're our new security officer then. This armory wasn't here before.

[With one last pet, she sets Alicia down. The cat looks bewildered for a moment, but soon finds another inconvenient place to curl up. Beverly, meanwhile, opens the crate that Hawke indicated. Frowning slightly, she pulls out an old-fashioned (to her) pistol.]

I guess it's too much to hope for phasers.

[forcemageure]

[ How are 'Hawke's feet' for an inconvenient place? Perfect? Yes. He snorts laughter and just ...slides backward out of Alicia's reach. The cat gazes after him with perfectly round-headed disdain for a second, then oozes off in search of a warm vent.

So this is how life is for cat people. He sees so much more now. Anyway he gestures for the pistol and - much to his own continued surprise - discovers he could probably take it apart and put it back together with relative confidence, amongst a handful of other useful details - such as like, where the safety is, even if it's not loaded. ]

That's never going to stop being odd. But to answer your question, that dubious mantle does seem to have fallen round my shoulders.

[ He ruminates aloud, wry and resigned, touching the back of his neck for emphasis. You know, the whole. Augment thing. Some people came in with appropriately spacey skills, some had to have them apparently smushed right into their brains. Although: ]

What is a phaser, exactly? Maybe there's a request form around here you can fill out for others to ignore!

[ In his experience that's just ...what happens to request forms. ]

[dancingmd]

[She laughs. Even in the 24th century, humans haven't quite figured out the meaning of efficiency in the bureaucracy. Before answering she gingerly puts the pistol back, worried she might accidentally set something off.]

They're laser pistols that can be set to either stun or kill... obviously I almost always use the stun setting.

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke, who has spent enough time at the party pedestal to recognize a certain skittishness around weaponry, reassures with combination headshake and close-mouthed grin. ]

You're in less danger've losing fingers than you think. [ He taps the safety's little lever, by way of demonstration. ] Not perfectly idiot proof, I don't think that's possible with these things, but it certainly helps.

In case you were worried we're all the idiots in question, not just you.

[ Guns seem a lot more like magic than weaponry to him, just a type of magic he now understands. Magic is as controllable as the mage using it, but perfectly safe? Never. ]

[dancingmd]

[Good save there, Hawke.]

I just need some training in how to handle guns... I've only ever seen them in museums or in holo- [She pauses, not really in the mood to explain holodecks again] in reenactments, never used one myself.

[forcemageure]

[ Don't worry, he is the Primary Idiot in this case. ]

Before your time, I take it. [ He takes it incredibly dryly. ]

[dancingmd]

[She laughs again.]

Just a little. You wouldn't happen to be interested in taking on a student, would you?

[forcemageure]

Seems in my best interests, doesn't it? We do all live on the same boat.

[ He gives her a sunny, lopsided smile, finds a place to perch on the uhhhh, long metal bench narrative has just decided exists, and pats the spot next to him. ]

We can't exactly go firing live rounds into the walls--well. We could, but I don't think it'd would win any popularity contests. At the least I can show you what all the parts do! Assuming, of course, that all the information they've shoved into my head means anything and isn't just a fancy recipe for biscuits.

[alwayscomeback]

[Oh hey, it's this guy. Sokka will just be wandering in, looking around the armory appreciatively. ]

Now, this, we can use.

[forcemageure]

Yes, if we need to kill swathes of people in the next twenty minutes we'll be all set!

[ Uh. Hi, Sokka. Don't let how he's an idiot put you off. ]

[alwayscomeback]

[As if such things put Sokka off. ]

You never know. I'm still waiting for Atroma to send someone in to shake stuff up. Or, you know, come after us if we ever figure a way out of here. If we have weapons, we've at least got a fighting chance.

[forcemageure]

Except they're weapons provided by our captors. They might shoot flowers for all we know.

[ ...they don't actually do that. They in fact shoot bullets. Madness.

Come to think of it the real madness is that Hawke understands that they do this. ]

[alwayscomeback]

...Those would be pretty useless weapons.

Unless the enemy has a really bad pollen allergy.


Or were scared of bees.

[forcemageure]

Ooh, offensive pollen weapons, that'd be novel.

[ ...uh. Well, he's technically correct. ]

My name's Hawke, since we're here. You must be the leader of our little entourage.

[ someone else is in charge and it is glorious. ANYWAY, he lounges idly on whatever he is closest to, since that is what he must do in space. In. The space around him. But also actual space in this case. ]

[alwayscomeback]

They'd never see it coming?

Trying to be, anyway. Name's Sokka. [Look, he'll deal with all the bullshit and you can be a COMPANION for c change, ain't that nice, Hawke? ] Nice to meetcha.

[forcemageure]

[ Hmmm. ]

Good point! You know, I'm nearly positive I've got a friend who uses bees in jars in that fashion. I mean I'm nearly positive about the bees thing, I'm nearly nearly certain I do in fact have the friend.

[ Being a companion is the best. ]

You know how to use any of this?

[alwayscomeback]

Really? Huh. Bees in jars. I'll try to remember that one.

[He shakes his head. ]

Nope! I can throw a boomerang and swing a sword, all of this [he gestures to the guns ] nooot a clue.

[forcemageure]

You can throw a what? The sword I understood.

[ Narrative in no way believes they had boomerang or boomerang equivalents in Thedas. Hawke tilts his head, quizzical. ]

[alwayscomeback]

A boomerang.

[He pulls the aforementioned boomerang out of its holster at his back, offering it for inspection.]

My dad gave it to me. It's a traditional weapon in my tribe.

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke looks, but doesn't touch. He's interested in how it's waited, but 'inspection' does not mean 'physical examination.' ]

And what does it do, exactly?