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First Breath Mingle!

Who: The First Breath and Visitors!
Broadcast: None!
Action: On the First Breath!
When: Shuffle Day, in the evening!

[Two of the shuttles have been away, on the planet, and it's late on the day of the latest Shuffle when they dock back up, a solid half the crew re-embarking after a planetary visit to find their little aloof and uncomfortable family has expanded yet again. Tim comes to the bridge right away to double-check all ship's systems, just on general principles, but he invites anyone he sees along the way to come with him.]

Hey. Welcome aboard.

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[Kibachiyo was just happy to be out of the extremely bland and boring place that he had woken up in. So if he entered this new ship witha slight bounce and maybe a bit of a wobbly gait, well the bounce was easy to know. The wibble wobble was him realizing that he was surrounded by metal and maybe he would rather be in a forest because there was earth there at least. No matter he is going to cheerfully greet everyone he meets and learn about these humans he gets to spend time with.]

Hello, hello there!

[ Steph jumps a little when she steps out into the hall and comes face to face with the dragon... person...? Shipmate. Whatever he is, it's not exactly what she was expecting, and she stares at him for several long moments before shaking herself a little and smiling. Even if his appearance is a little startling, he's friendly enough. ]

Uh... hi! Welcome aboard!

[And his smile just gets a bit wider and he gives a short bark of laughter in greeting.]

Well, thank you for the welcome. It's nice to meet ya. Kibachiyo of the Seiryuu at your service.

[ She hesitates for a second, and then offers her hand. ] I'm Steph. Tactical support around here. Not that the position seems all that necessary so far...

[He tilts his side to the side for a moment until he remembers what it is that Westeners do to greet one another. Then he smiles brightly and a bit awkwardly brings his clawed hand up and gently grasps her hand. He has no idea if he's actually doing this right.]

Well hopefully neither of us are needed then. I'm up for a good spar now and again but this security thing seems more serious then that.

[ The grip's a little awkward, but Steph rolls with it. She shakes his hand and releases him, still smiling. ]

Well, everything's been quiet since I got here, at least. Hopefully it'll stay that way.

Hi. I'm Tim, I'm your Captain and Pilot.

[Hope you don't mind or get too offended if he gives a lazy and probably completely incorrect, little salute at that. He only has a few random anime episodes and vague memories of Heian era protocol to go on in regards to ranks that humans have.]

Well nice to meet ya oh captain. Kibachiyo of the Seiryuu at your service!

[A bad salute is more salute than anyone else has given him so far.]

Good to meet you, Kibachiyo. What's your augment?

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[He laughs for a moment because he finds it a bit amusing on what he was given.]

Someone tried to find the closes thing my kind does when they gave me security. Hopefully it won't really be needed though.

Hopefully. But it's always appreciated. They don't unlock ship's weapons systems without a security officer on board.

[ When Malak returns to the ship, he returns to the kitchen, too. It's more than a little depressing to go back to the protein cubes after real food on the ground, but he does it willingly enough. His experimentation has at least put him in the best position to give things flavor. So he can be found in the kitchen, testing out the tools and flavors that he doesn't know as well. There's always enough for everyone come mealtime, and there's usually leftovers chilled and ready to eat.

When he's waiting on something to cook, he sits at the table and works on an elaborate set of blueprints, or draws metalworks he might make.

He can also be found straightening up around the ship. Folding things, making beds, cleaning up, in between actually working on his job in the engine room. ]

[ Something... actually smells like food in the kitchen for once. (Steph is not a cook, here or at home. The best Steph can do is get the various solids and gels to approximate something vaguely palatable... and just barely that.)

She pokes her head in, and smiles a little when she sees it's someone she recognizes. Even if it is Mr. 'My Planet Is On Fire and That's Totally Normal'. He's weird, but he seemed nice enough. Spotting the blueprints, she tilts her head and walks over. ]

What's this for?

Hello!

[ A smile; it's courteous, if a hint withdrawn. Malak is private, and cautious, and maybe a tiny bit tense. ]

It's - I thought I could build a forge using the heat from the ship's engines, instead of letting it all disperse into vacuum. It could be much more flexible than one planetside, and could be used to craft a number of metalworks, including replacement parts - [ he's probably too enthusiastic about this, she may not be interested ] - would you like something to eat?

I'd love that, if you don't mind. [ She leans in to study the blueprints a little, since he seems to be interested in talking about it. ]

Huh. Well it definitely wouldn't hurt... Who knows if we can trust the fleet to fix itself if something breaks, right?

So are you an engineer or something where you come from, or is it your augment? ...or both, I guess.

[There is absolutely no way Tim will not look over his shoulder to get a look at those blueprints, first and foremost.]

[ There's a lot of scratchings out and erasures, but the basic idea looks like a way to take a strong source of heat and safely transfer it to a work space. It's a variation of a forge, but much more high-tech. ]

Hungry?

[ Malak doesn't make any attempt to hide it. He plans on starting to build it soon. ]

Thanks, but I ate on the surface. We brought back a little, too, so you should have more to work with... although you probably don't want to cook it over that.

Oh, it's not so bad. It heats much better than the microwave.

[ Single-burner stove!! How exciting!! ]

Depends on the microwave.

[It didn't take long for him to find his way into the kitchen. Mostly because such spaces were familiar to him due to Masaomi, but also because wandering about would eventual lead him there. His lack of actual human manners also makes him just plonk down into the first available chair and give a wave and smile at the human moving about the area.

At least he's started to remember to tuck his tail in so people don't trip over it when he's sitting down now.]

Well it's nice to meet ya new shipmate? That's the word for it right?

Should I set up in the bedroom, or somewhere else? The shuttlebay might work just as well. Anywhere might.

[At Steph's instigation, one of the things purchased down on the planet had been a mess of bedding - pillows, blankets, furs - enough for a nest, or a fort, and definitely for a sleepover, which was, he assumed, one of the reasons they'd dragged Cass back with them.

The question was where there was room to 'camp out' aboard ship - ironically, the bedroom was one of the least suitable places, already crammed with bunks. They couldn't possibly set up there without disturbing the rest of the crew all through the night, especially on a Batfamily sleeping schedule. So he was forced to turn to his co-conspirator and his guest - where did they want to do this?

Why was a question he wasn't going to ask. If it made Steph feel happy, and Cass feel welcome, then it was fine.]

Cargo bay's probably got the most room out of the way of people... [ Steph has so many blankets and pillows bundled into her arms she can barely see over them. She has had enough of these sad little bunks, she is making a nest. ]

Though I guess we might not need that much space. Either of you kick in your sleep?

Also vote for bay. Somewhere there's... more privacy.

[She'd rather not share this moment with anyone else, that's all. And she's already carrying her fair share of blankets, but that doesn't stop her from trying to lighten Steph's a little bit.]

Here, Stephanie. Can carry more, so you can see.

Then we can set up between the shuttles. I'll raid the bedroom for a little extra bedding to go under everything, but it's still going to get cozy.

... And I don't know if I kick in my sleep. I know you are a blanket hog.

[Because the number of times they met at her bedroom window, plus a few movie night, including the one where they - where she kind of - where nothing happened - has given him a little insight.]

[ Stephanie had been wrestling a pillow off of the stack to offer to Cass, but at Tim's comment, she smacks him with it instead. There's not much force behind it, in part because she's struggling not to drop anything, but she couldn't just let that go unchallenged. ]

I am not. ...much.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if we're all squeezed in close, does it?

[Really, Cass is the last person in the world to stop Stephanie from beating Tim with pillows, so she heads in the direction of the cargo bay by herself. They'll follow, because of course they will, so she answers that question with the knowledge they'll hear her.]

Entire point of cozy... is to be close. So it matters, because... that's the plan.

Ow.

[He says it insincerely, glowers briefly, and follows. All right. Cozy is fine. A little... It isn't usually his thing. But fine. Chances are at some point tonight one of them will laugh at his reactions, but he doesn't mind that. And he does want to spend the time with them. He's distracted, until they have everything laid in place and set up.]

Oh, you're fine. Don't make me hit you for real.

[ ...which would probably just be a more solid whack with the pillow, honestly. This is not the time or the space for anything more earnest, and she's certainly not in the mood for it, but seriously, Tim. You're overreacting.

Steph drops her blankets in the center of the designated cuddlepile area, arranges them into a nest, and sits down cross-legged in the middle of it. She's left room for Cass to snuggle up close to her if she wants. Tim too, on the other side, though she knows he won't. ]

[After arranging her own pillows and blankets so their space will be as comfortable as possible, Cass goes one better than snuggling up. She lays down with her head in Steph's lap, closes her eyes, and lets out a very content sigh.]

No hitting. Save that for morning. Waking up and training... is good bonding exercise.

It means you don't have to sleep on fresh bruises, too.

[Tim flops down on his side a cautious, calculated six inches away, close, but far enough away to look over and study them, enough to be sure any touch is deliberate, but easy enough to be casual.]

[ Steph's a little surprised to find Cass' head in her lap, but she certainly doesn't mind. After a momentary startled pause, she settles her hand on Cass' head and starts playing absently with her hair. ]

Fine, no hitting tonight. I make no promises about stealing all your blankets in your sleep.

[From her very comfortable and unlikely to be abandoned at any point place in Steph's lap, Cass gives Tim a Very Serious Look.]

You'll give them, if she's cold.

[Better do it, Drake.]

If she has you as a blanket, she's not going to get cold.

He does have a point there... but I appreciate you threatening him for me.

Wasn't a threat, really. More like... helpful suggestion.

Well, I feel very helped.

[ She snorts softly, and starts making a thin braid in Cass' hair. If she's going to sit here with her head in Steph's lap... ]

That's what we're here for, Captain. [ Helping and teasing are like the same thing, right? ]

[Yep, that's exactly the plan. There's really no better place than exactly where she is right in this moment.

And it only gets better when making fun of Tim becomes a thing.]

Can't even... give up control in space, huh?

I didn't ask to be promoted!

[he flails a little, then flops over on his back, still looking their way.]

Anyway, me being in charge means you don't have to ask permission before crashing here.

[ Steph laughs when Tim flops over, glancing over briefly before looking back down at her hands while she braids Cass' hair. ]

I didn't say I wasn't enjoying the perks of you being captain. I doubt anyone else would let me bring friends home like stray cats. [ And keep them FOREVER. Or until Cass wants to go back to her own ship, anyway. ]

[Hey :|]

Stray bat.

[reaching out to give steph a gentle shove]

Bird brain.

[ She nudges Tim back with her foot. ]

Bats aren't as cuddly. As a rule.

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