driftfleet | options this month: too hot, too cold, just right, and... metal box in space.

[Captaining]

[While Sokka does a lot of things off-ship, he returns every night without fail, not willing to sleep off the ship- should any of his crew need him. It could be later in the evening, as you're winding down for the night that you see him, or perhaps it's early in the morning as you're rising and heading to breakfast. Either way, Sokka always likes to check up on his crew, to be present in their lives, should they need him for anything. ]

Hey. How're you doing? Enjoying the new not-awful system?

[Training]

[Sokka can also be found in the cargo hold, training. At some point soon, he's going to want to challenge Looma, and as aware as he is that he's probably going to fail and fail hard on his first attempt to woo her in her badass warrior ways- he'd rather not be a complete loser at it. Let him limp away with some pride.

He'll be using the gym equipment they have there, or just practising with his sword. He would not turn down a sparring partner at all. Help him to not die in his bonkers attempts at courting a giant alien princess, guys.]

[ It's late, or at least what sane people would consider late, but Dorian is heading to his room with a cup of tea, intent upon reading for a few hours before bed. He's been spending a great deal of his time on Philias nearer to the equator where it was more like Tevinter's climate. He passes Sokka in the hall, shifting to respond. He inclines his head, smiling. ]

I am quite well. The Atroma seem to have finally gained some sense and taken us to a place with an actual climate. It's nice to be somewhere civilized that isn't full of cannibalistic filth.

[Thor doesn't stay on the Blue Fish while they're on the system, though he makes regular trips back. The main reason for this is supplies - he knows they're running low again, mostly because Thor is one of the main offenders in eating through them. Asgardian appetites aren't something to mess with. Most times when Thor returns, he's hauling some kind of food into the cargo bay, then divvying it into the kitchen or storage units as needed.

At other times he's checking over the armory. Anyone finding him in there will find him less than enthused going through the gun checks. He might know more about these things thanks to his security augment, but he's still not overly fond of them as go-to weapons. He's more enthused about checking over the halberd and sword he got from Lato'li.

On the rare occasion he spends the night on the ship, he'll grab breakfast in the kitchen before heading out again. If you catch him between bed and the showers, he won't have bothered to put on his eyepatch yet. Sorry about that.]

[Mon-El swings on over to see how Sokka and make sure he hasn't been crushed by any multi-armed ladies and finds him training.]

Hey, buddy, looking good. [Nice and in tact!]

Hey, now, the last place had climate too. It was just a cold one.

[The cold climates are the BEST, Dorian, come on.]

But I hear you. I was worried something crappy would happen again, but here we are- no spookiness or impending doom anywhere.

[He's not dead yet, hooray! He grins, pausing to give a thumbs up. ]

Thanks, man. Trying to train a 'lil, so I have less chance of being dead when I see Looma.

[the things she does for you, Sokka.

Riona sighs quietly as she walks up to him, not one but two swords in tow. But oh no, they're both for her, as he'll soon find out.]

All right, let's do this, if you're up for it. [Dual wielding was never quite her style, but Zevran and Leliana both gave her pointers on it, enough that she knows how to. And it's the closest she can get to coming at Sokka with four arms.]

BEDROOM

[ Sometimes, she thinks, there might as well be a note on the door: if you're looking for Inquisitor Leilani of Clan Lavellan, so-called Herald of Andraste, try knocking next door'. Sometimes, it's worth putting a sign on his door; 'if you're looking for the esteemed Altus Pavus, try calling upon the Inquisitor'. The amount of time she spends in Dorian's space is sometimes enough to make her feel as though she's overwhelming him, but he hasn't complained or kicked her out yet.

If you're lucky, you might catch her in the space between her room and his, usually carrying something - a shirt, a book, a staff - before ducking back into Dorian's room. If you're looking for her, she's probably there, either leaning over the side of his bed with her head hanging off it or half-tangled up in the master that is Dorian Pavus himself. If he's not present then she'll still be in there, lounging in the middle of his bed as if she owns it.

She might as well. She sleeps there more than she sleeps in her own. ]

CARGO BAY

[ Another spot where she finds herself, more often than not, is in the cargo bay, her staff in her hand and her magic at her fingertips. She doesn't really cast any spells, and doesn't do anything that might put the ship or it's crew in danger, but she spins her staff around her fingers and works through familiar movements. It's not going to keep her magically fit, but it is going to keep her physically ready, just in case.

Last time she used her magic she ended up volunteering for an unasked kidnapping duty, and she thinks that Dorian might give her some kind of detention or punishment if she gets herself into that kind of trouble again. The anchor hurts, but it's nothing like it had been on the planet before; it flares up but settles, as if the fleet itself is calming it down.

When she needs a break she settles, dropping down to lie on the floor, tilting her head back and breathing. ]

KITCHEN

[ The last haunt is always the kitchen - not to eat, but to settle down at a table, a book open. Sometimes, she thinks she needs to give Dorian space, or she needs to do something that's separate from him so that he can have his own life (even if sometimes he follows after her because he wants to stretch his legs). Today, she's sketching on a blank piece of paper, frowning as she stares down at the paper, as if it'll make whatever she's drawing come to life. ]

[ Eithan hasn't really heard much (if anything) about the Looma thing, but he has most definitely noticed that Sokka's spending more time training in the cargo hold - probably because a lot of the time, Eithan can be found in there either playing guitar or playing with fire (literally). It's now the fourth day in a row. Time to be nosy~ ]

Yo. I swear you keep hittin' that punchin' bag harder and harder each day.

[ Eithan frequents the kitchen a lot - mostly to grab snacks. He doesn't have the best eating habits, honestly... He smiles and nods in greeting when he sees Leilani at the table, and after grabbing something not-gel-like from one of the cupboards, he decides to let curiosity get the better of him. ]

Drawin' for fun, or plannin' somethin'? You seem pretty focused.

► Lounge (with special guest, Fang!)

[ Sometimes, Eithan would rather be lazy somewhere other than his own room. This is where the Lounge comes in handy~

He's just come back from helping out with a job on... Philias. Of all places. Still a little overheated and exhausted, he's more than happy for a chance to sit down and not move for a bit. Even if the couch is still wobbly. At least it's comfortable? He isn't doing anything important, just poking at some stupid game on his comm device. It's probably the space dating sim one. ... Okay no it's absolutely the space dating sim one. ♥

Fang, equally as exhausted after spending all day running around planetside, is also flopped onto the couch, pretty much draped across whatever space Eithan isn't taking up. He isn't asleep, but he sure seems close to it. Ever seen a large dog essentially lounging? Well, here you go. Come say hi! ]

► Cargo bay - magic practice
[ This is where Eithan comes to practice with his magic, when he doesn't feel like going to any of the planets. You'll find him here almost daily, honestly. And he knows better than to use his explosion-specific focus of his magic while on the ship, but he does still play with fire! ... Literally. It's almost like a show, the way he flips fireballs between his fingers like coins, or spins wheels of flames around his arms and wrists. And if he's not playing with fire, he's practicing conjuring - shaping his magic into a palm-sized gem, bright and fiery red as his element, with the heat and volatility to match.

Of course, it is the cargo bay - and if anyone actually needs help with any actual cargo around here, he'll gladly stop playing around and offer to lend a hand. Gotta keep the ship running, after all! ]

► Kitchen - free smoothies!
[ It's been a while since Eithan made smoothies for everyone... and now that they're on in a system where they can get fruit without 1) fighting the snow, or 2) fighting the goddamn cannibals, it's the perfect time for making 'em! They've always been his favorite pick-me-up, and he's glad to share that with the crew.

Come bother him while he's fighting with the blender, making sure it actually works. Grab a glass and pour yourself some deliciousness! Request your favorite flavors! Or, try one of the combinations he's already whipped up! Some of them are pretty straightforward, others are slightly more... experimental. But one thing's for sure: they're all plenty tasty.

Let's just hope the blender continues to survive the sudden massive spike in usage? ]

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[She is infinitely good to him. He grins, nodding. ]

Sure am! But uh...I have a sword. Space sword. [He raises it, good old space sword.] It's a good sword, not saying yours aren't good or anything, but I am a-ok on the sword front.

[Sokka doesn't mind it, after all, he's more often than not all up in his crew's business, fair's fair and all. He pauses in his training, stopping the bag with both hands before turning to smile across. ]

With a good reason. Uh... do you know Looma at all?

[Hey don't mind Looma just inviting herself aboard, Sokka. Or just smiling to herself as she stands there quietly for a bit, and watching him give that punching bag a piece of his mind.]

It is encouraging to see you are taking this seriously!

[Much as she'd enjoy it, she's well aware she's entirely too big and conspicuous to observe unnoticed for long, at least. Might as well end that on her own terms. She's even brought along that little item from home she promised to show off- her left hands are at her hip, but she's carrying around a positively massive two-headed warhammer with her right.

She does know how he enjoys working with metal, only fair she let him examine Infinitum. Even if he couldn't do anything with it even if he wanted to.]

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[ Glancing up, she pauses, for just a moment, before she settles back in her chair and pushes the notepad forward. It's the beginnings of a tattoo, all in pencil for now as she considers what she wants. ]

A present for myself.

Oh, I know you have one. These are both for me. [She shoots him a bit of a grin.] Can't imitate four arms, but I can at least do two.

[ Eithan's first mistake was telling Lioriley which ship he resided on. His second mistake was telling her that she could visit him. And his third mistake, now that she was here and wandering into the lounge, was playing a game she had never seen before.

A lot of things in the fleet are lost to Lioriley. Mostly because technology isn't even a thing where she's from — but oh boy is she interested in learning.

She steps to the side of the couch as she enters the room, close enough that he can see her and angled just so she can maybe possibly peek at the screen of his comm device. Privacy? Shut up. ] Hello, Eithan. I am not interrupting anything am I?

[At this, he laughs. ]

That's awesome! I like the out-of-the-box thinking. Yeah, I think I can work with this.

[She's always a welcome sight on the Blue Fish. He turns to flash her a happy grin, catching the punching bag in his hands to still it, so he can talk. ]

Well, yeah. I want to give myself at least half a chance you know. And I'm super serious about it.

[But oooh, lookit that. ]

Is that your warhammer?

Had a bit of training with dual wielding. I'm not the best at it, though, so I apologize. If I wind up being too terrible at it, I'll just go back down to one. [Maybe she should have asked Zevran for help with this... oh well. Too late now.] Are you ready?

You know what, you're willing to try and that means a lot. We can work with what you got, trust me.

[He grins, shifting into a more battle ready stance. ]

I am so ready.

[It's one of those uncommon occasions when Thor's been on the ship overnight, so he's on the way out again when he runs into Leilani in the cargo bay. He doesn't say anything for a moment, merely watching the woman go through her staff movements with interest. They had talked a lot about fighting styles while watching that movie, but it's always different to see it in person.

After a few moments, he calls down from the doorway.]

You get started early, I see.

[It's not like Thor's on the ship that often while they're in the system, but even he's noticed that Sokka's training is pretty constant. He's leaning against the doorframe watching before he decides to ask.]

Is there something you're preparing for, to train this extensively?

[ The movements are familiar and comforting, and Leilani breathes through them as she twists her body, slamming the staff on the ground before she turns her head to the sound of the voice. She blinks for a moment, pausing, before she grins and rubs a hand over her forehead. ]

It's routine now. It means I won't bother anyone, too.

[Sokka pauses to grin over his shoulder at Thor. ]

Sure am! I need to fight Looma at some point to uh...try and court her. It's part of her biology. I need to battle her and win. Hence the training, because otherwise she'd wipe the floor with me.

[He doesn't sound half as worried about that prospect as he probably should be. ]

options this month: too hot, too cold, just right, and... metal box in space.

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louuuuuunge

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cargo bay.

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