One Fish, Two Fish, Blue Fish Mingle

[heroofcocoon]

Who: The crew of the SS Blue Fish and friends
Broadcast: Not necessarily?
Action: On the lovely Blue Fish
When: Month of October

[With the tragedy of Lyuku and the entire Eyuzi system behind the Fleet, the crew of the Blue Fish and their friends are now settling into a new routine while they drift along in the relative safety of space.

As one of the few ships that didn't suffer a loss of crew during their little excursion, the crew can safely go about their duties, unless something attacks that is.]

Comments

[fantachetic]

Bridge
[ Dorian is still rather new to the ship, so it's still a journey becoming familiar with everything. As the new communications officer, it's a post he's taking rather seriously. He's rather taken with the comm array, and he can be found most days tinkering with it and learning all the ins and outs. How long has he been there this time? It's hard to say since the blanket of stars is the only thing out the window. Who even pays attention to time? Come pull him away from his seat or keep him company. ]

Kitchen
[ He's not particularly fond of the machine that dispenses what is supposedly food, and even less so the drink machine with its synthetic tastes, but the tea will do if he warms it up. Dorian can be found sitting at the table with his nose in a book (thank you ever so much for that, Hermione), occasionally stopping to take notes with his communicator. ]

Wildcard
[ More ideas or ways to torment Dorian? Feel free to come up with another option! ]

Kitchen

[bryces_pup]

[Riona strolls into the kitchen, intent on finding something for lunch. She bypasses the gel dispenser and going straight for the fridge. She swings it open and begins rummaging around, pulling out some veggies. She's in the mood for a good stew. Normally she'd toss in some of the meat from Sokka's precious meat supply, but it's been getting low lately, and if it depletes before they find another planet to restock it, well... it'll be ugly.]

Care for some stew, Dorian?

[fantachetic]

[ It's completely normal for people to be roaming about, both here and in the library at Skyhold, so he's gotten quite used to paying no mind to anyone nearby. Dorian looks up from his book as he's addressed, blinking as he looks at Riona. ]

If it's not going to inconvenience you.

[bryces_pup]

I wouldn't have offered if it did. Besides, I always make a ton for everyone to have. You'll get to have it hot and fresh, though.

[Once she gathers up everything, she starts rummaging for pots and other needed kitchen tools.]

How are you settling in?

[fantachetic]

Well, I can't say no to hot and fresh. I'd be a fool to.

[ Marking his page, Dorian closes the book and sits back in his seat with his legs crossed. ]

Rather well, I expect. Given the circumstances, I hadn't given it much thought.

[bryces_pup]

Quite a fool. Practically the laughing stock.

[Pots and pans collected, Riona begins rinsing off the veggies before going to peel and cut.]

I swear, things aren't usually that... crazy here. That's the first planet we left that wasn't in tact. Hopefully it'll be quiet for awhile.

[fantachetic]

I've no previous planetary experiences to compare it to, so I will have to take your word for it.

[ He watches her for a few moments, tilting his head a fraction. ]

Do you.. need assistance? [ He has never cooked in his entire life. ]

Bridge

[alwayscomeback]

[Time is so very relative when all you have is space and bad star ship lighting. Still, Sokka does try to make sure his crew at least attempts things like eating and sleeping. You know. Healthy stuff. As such, he'll be heading onto the bridge, going to sit in his captain's chair. ]

Hey, how're you settling in?

Bridge

[fantachetic]

[ Psh. Healthy stuff is for the physically-inclined. Academics are fueled by knowledge, endless caffeine, and spite. He spins his chair around when Sokka sits, considering the question. ]

As settled as one can be upon being thrust into space.

[alwayscomeback]

[The energy of kings- spite. ]

Yeah, I know it can be pretty unsettling at first, especially if you don't really have space back home. Or at least...space travel. It gets easier, after a while. You just wake up one day and go "oh look, more space, okay."

[fantachetic]

The stars, of course. None of these even resemble constellations in written history, though I'm certain that's rather the point. It is quite the sight to behold, though.. The novelty wears off after a while, does it?

[alwayscomeback]

They're sure nothing like the stars back home. No one recognises them, really. Though if you know your constellations, I've been saving starcharts of every place we visit. You're welcome to look, see if anything is familiar.

[Eventually SOMEONE is going to recognise something, he's sure of it.]

And yeah. I'll have been here three years this month. It just becomes...regular.

[fantachetic]

I would like to take a look eventually. It would certainly give me something to occupy the time.

[ Someone from somewhere would eventually see something familiar, right?? ]

Fasta vass, three years? That seems excessive.

Kitchen

[heroofcocoon]

[Snow is also new and mostly keeps to himself. Not because he hates people, but because he's been a loner for a while and people'ing is hard for him. When he enters the kitchen, he's really just there to grab something to drink before heading back to the recreation area to burn off some excess frustration that's been building up.

He stops when he spots the other man at the table, reading.]

Pretty sure that's a surefire way to ruin a perfectly good book if we get hit by something.

[Sorry, he's the security officer. What else is he supposed to think about? Especially after recent events]

Kitchen

[fantachetic]

[ People'ing is indeed hard, which is perhaps why Dorian defaults to the books he has been so kindly loaned. He doesn't want to have them for too long, so it's important for him to take notes along the way. It makes total sense.

He looks up from his book with a smirk. ]

Underestimating my abilities to preserve a book under duress? [ tsk, tsk. ]

[heroofcocoon]

[Snow isn't a book sort of person. He's not stupid, but he's better when he can move. You know what he doesn't do though? He doesn't judge. If that's how Dorian gets through his days in space, that's how he gets through his days in space.]

I dunno. If something happens, as Security Officer, my priority is you over the book. Just letting you know that ahead of time.

[fantachetic]

As Security Officer, you're going to take care of me, hmm?

[ Dorian, be nice to the man. ]

I feel that I muse disclose that I'm more than capable of ensuring my own safety.

[heroofcocoon]

Capable or not, if I don't do my damnedest to help you, pretty sure that my fiancée would kill me.

[And despite being over five hundred years old, he has no interest in being separated from Serah any time soon.

Or making her mad.]

So, take that how you want.

[fantachetic]

I would like to maintain the idea that all of us aboard are up to the task. Ah, perish the thought. We don't want to anger your intended.

[ But that doesn't mean he's not going to tease you mercilessly, Snow. ]

bridge

[selfhelp]

[Speaking of getting acquainted. Billy's gotten bored of futzing about in his office - a doomed therapist with no customers - so he's doing a bit of exploring, himself. At some point or another he finds his way to the bridge, venturing over to try and get Dorian's attention with a wave.]

So serious. What're you working on?

bridge

[fantachetic]

[ Don't open your door for just anyone, Billy. Some people don't know when to shut up. Dorian's focus stays upon the monitor until he's finished with what he's doing, but he offers a distracted wave in return that may very well be construed as 'shoo'. ]

Trying to become familiar with all aspects of this station. It's all a matter of repetition.

[selfhelp]

[if other people are talking about themselves it means he doesn't have to, so... that's good right???

Billy's bad at taking hints though so if it's "shoo" then sorry not sorry but he's still here, dude.]

I hear you. I've been taking notes all day on what goes where and which button means this or that.

[fantachetic]

If you've found anything worthwhile, I'd like to see it. We don't have technology in Thedas, but magic's evolution can be compared, I suppose.

[selfhelp]

Sure thing. It isn't anything special, but I can text it to you. I'm Billy, you're...?

[he pulls out his comm, swiping through the contacts.]

[fantachetic]

Dorian of House Pavus. It's a pleasure, Billy. I will take any information you've acquired.