driftfleet | Goldstone Mingle!

SS Goldstone

[It was a good distraction having them land planetside because Maggie has been trying not to worry, looking for their tiny Captain around every corner. With a new crewmate on the roster and plenty of new inventory to sort through from the last planet, Maggie keeps busy with a datapad in hand and her thoughts as focused as possible.

Anyone looking for her might find her hard at work between the lounge and the Medical Lab, but otherwise she's walking the ship trying to find Takeshi, carrying his panda with her as she goes. Really she could be anywhere on the ship.]

Planetside

[Taking a minute to herself is important, she knows, which is why she's exploring the planet, Takeshi's panda her companion of the day. The whole team business wasn't catching on for her, but it didn't stop her growing interest in the sports competitions. Specifically, she might be caught up taking a look at the cars available to race and stopping to enjoy what food she can get her hands on for a few credits. Lastly, the beach was a solid destination spot for her. It had been a long time since she could enjoy some where without worry and she was taking full advantage of it.]

[ooc: If there's specific locations within these two starts you want to meet up with Maggie, feel free to state that when you respond! Options include SS Goldstone's lounge, the med bay and anywhere else throughout the ship of importance while Maggie looks fruitlessly for Takeshi. Planetside includes any competitions with racing cars, the beach, and food locations.]

Edited 2018-05-05 01:09 (UTC)

A - Engineering

[A new system means that Felix doesn't spend all his time aboard the ship, but that doesn't mean there aren't some things that need to be done - and a new system also means there are sufficient supplies to help finish up the last of the repairs from the substantial damage the Goldstone sustained some time ago.

Find him tinkering about in various places in the ship, some panel exposed and various small smart scattered at his feet as he replaces damaged components. As is typical for him, he opts for simpler dress when it comes to getting his hands dirty, wearing only trousers and the fleet-issue undershirt, long hair bound in a messy braid to keep it out of the way.

If you stumble upon him in the engine room, you may find him doing a very different sort of maintenance. Placed in a metal stand right in front of the engine housing and carefully chained in place is a large dark stone sphere and shimmers inwardly with ripples of gold. Here the wizard lingers, ringed hand placed lightly atop the surface of the stone, his eyes closed as he lends power to the nexus of the ship's wards.]

B - Chores

[Other times that Felix returns are for smaller matters. Usually that matter is laundry because he's spending enough credits elsewhere and his wardrobe is still not as extensive as he would like.

Curiously, today he might be walking down the narrow corridor towards the rooms struggling with a laden basket of clothes and a small bowl of diced fresh fruit balanced on top of it]

Oh, it's you. Thank the powers. Help me with this, would you?

[Are you assuming he means the fruit bowl? Do you take it before he presses the the whole basket into your hands and then lifts the small bowl up to carry himself?]

[ He's not seen much of Maggie since they landed on the planet, though it was pretty typical within the first few days. They all get a little stir-crazy and need some fresh air before getting together. Carl is out wandering, getting himself familiar with the planet when he runs into Maggie. He was walking up the beach, close enough to the water that his boots were a bit wet and the breeze was slightly chilly.

When he approaches, he plops down next to her in the sand. ]

Not swimming, yet?

[Actually, he figured Felix wanted him to carry both, but he just starts by taking the big one. He's basically the pack mule of the Goldstone at this point, but it's good to feel useful. It's especially good right now because it's been a trying time since Kara gained more memories of how his mother tried to rule over Earth. You know, minor stuff. He's been a little quieter and more distant the last month or so.]

Sure, buddy.

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[Crowley would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy watching Felix work on the engines. Perhaps because it was so outside of either of their usual comfort zones- or perhaps he took some amusement from watching Felix attempt something without an augment he would be utterly lost at. Even Crowley wouldn't be able to exactly put his finger on what made this so fascinating.

The demon is sitting on top of some ship part of other, watching Felix work while drinking a glass of wine. He has to get his entertainment from somewhere. ]

Anyway. I'm pretty sure this whole 'healthy competition' on this planet is going to just end in some horrible war or something, but I'm also morbidly curious as to what a competitive Jenga competition would look like so I kind of want to suggest that to the crazies just for shits and giggles.

Kitchen

[Why go for the protein-based goo stuff when you have transmuting magic at your disposal? Strange was wondering that very existential question as he looked down at the bland food in his plate. Even if it was flavored, it didn't smell that much appealing. Masters of the mystic arts were not supposed to use their knowledge for personal gain, but this surely qualified as using his magic for the greater good, right? Him being hangry wouldn't do any good to anyone.

And so, somewhere while moving from the counter to the kitchen table, the protein-based goo in his plate had turned into one of those delicious turkey and bacon sandwich from the Deli close to the Sanctum in New York. Even the green tea in his cup had changed into a jasmine-perfumed oolong tea, teh same one he would get from Karma-Taj.

He might miss New York, but at least he wouldn't miss the food here.]

Med Bay/Lab Station

[Even if medicine knowledge had dominated his life, Strange found that the equipment in the med bay was very different from the one he used to work with at Met General. It was why he sent most of his day in the lab, reading all the reports available, all the research done on the augment that was permitted to read. As a neurosurgeon, he was rather curious on how these...things had been attached to their brain, while how they could feed information to their user.

Whenever he read on the datapad, the Cloak of Levitation would move off his back, looking around the med bay too, though it seemed to be careful enough not to touch anything. If anyone were to join him there, the Cloak would raise a corner of fabric, and wave it as a sign of welcome.]

Planetside

[Stephen's top level can be found here.]

[It's quite impossible for Stephen not to sense, nor to notice the wards placed around the ship. The are borne from a different magic than his, but their signature is magical none the less. Once he feels more at ease to navigate through the ship, Strange follows the flow of magic to its source, only to find himself in the engine room.

The pulse of magic is strong here and Strange watches in silence the young man as he infuses what he guesses is the center of power of the wards. He doesn't hide as he waits for the other man to finish, knowing better than to disturb a magic user during a spell.]

That's an interesting idea. They're protection spells, right?

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[Mon-El was just walking into the kitchen as Dr. Strange was making the move and he could have sworn he saw a plate full of standard rations a second ago.]

Um...hi. Are you a friend of someone's? [No particular person.]

(OOC: Is he wearing the cape?)

[Stephen looked up from his sandwich just as he was about to take the first bite, and put it back on his plate before shaking his head, an eyebrow raising slowly at the man's question:]

No. I was transferred here a few days ago. Didn't you get the memo?

[His words were lightly laced with sarcasm: he would have assume the crew would have been informed of his transfer from the Marsiva, no?]

[ooc: he is! ~~It's a cloak~~]

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Oh. Are we doing memos for that now? That's a good idea. [If he'd bothered to check the roster he would have known, but no ship-wide announcement sadly.]

I'm Mon-El. [He holds out a hand for a shake, but then looks uncertain.] I guess you have your hands full though.

I was just jok-...[He shakes his head at the young man's assumption from his own words and shrugs lightly:] Never mind.

Dr. Strange. [He offers with a curt nod, making no moves to shake the other man's hand. It's nothing personal: ever since his accident, his hands have been off limits to hand shakes: they would only result in pain for Stephen.]

I do, so I'm sure you'll excuse if I don't...? [He says, giving a quick look at the Mon-El's offered hand. His own hands stay poised over his sandwich, the slight tremor in them easily noticeable.]

So you're part of the crew, I take?

[Rarely if ever embarrassed he brushes that off. It is a good idea. Maybe they could have a newspaper about it. A little one. Like letter sized.]

Sure. No problem. [He puts his hands back down to the side. There is time for handshakes and high fives later. High fives are so important. That's what hands are for!]

Yes, I'm in security. Just...keeping things secure. [Yep. He doesn't do a ton of what one might call "work." Although he is often domestically helpful with the crew.]

So, do you fly? [This is a totally normal question to ask someone.]

[Mon-El, the day you are able to get a high-five from Stephen is the day a miracle might have occur. Enjoy the challenge.]

Security, huh? How often are you called into action? [Not that Strange needs any protection for himself, but knowing how dangerous the Fleet maybe is somewhat important to know.

The man's next question does raise an eyebrow high on Stephen's face, his expression betraying his confusion. That's not an assumption people often make about him.]

Why would you think that I do?

[Mission acquired!]

It's been pretty safe recently except when we were shot down and landed on the cannibal planet. And then before that when the planet we were by was destroyed and had to be evacuated. And then there were some slave raiders that boarded the ships one time, but usually it's just pinball and hanging out. [He clears his throat. That all sounded so much worse bunched together.]

You're wearing a cape. [At least that's the only reason Kara wears one, right? He hasn't noticed a lot of cape wear in National City. Then again...] Oh, unless it's a—what did Winn call it?—Lord of the Rings thing?

[He's the pack mule for Felix, if nothing else. He's half come to expect it at this point.]

I knew I could count on you. The room isn't much further, but I was sure I was going to lose all of it.

[Smiling and seemingly oblivious to Mon-El's troubles for the time being, he beckons the man to follow him down the remainder of the hall into the slightly larger bedroom that he and Crowley shared.]

Just set it down on the bed, please.

[He gestures vaguely towards it, not quite looking behind him as he moves over to the side of the room to a set of shelves housing, among other things, a glass orb containing a small glowing fish and a small terrarium containing a rainbow-scaled snake. It's the second that he begins to drop the pieces of sliced fruit into]

[The funny thing, it doesn't even occur to him to resent being the subject of that entertainment. Nevermind the incongruity of the work, the simple act of being engrossed in a problem makes him forget little things that would would otherwise drive him crazy, like his his hair being a mess.

Felix peaks up over the open panel, hands still questing for the problem area.]

Going by the logic many planets ago, competition might just be a way to avoid war.

[A beat] What is...Jenga?

[He appreciates the consideration, though he's mildly startled at finding he's no longer alone, once he opens his eyes and turns to see the source of the voice. Stephen is only vaguely registered as 'the newcomer', though he's not had the time to remember more than that. His surprise takes another note once he registers the words, brow raising slightly.]

Yes. Very perceptive of you. [It's one thing to sense magic - many people in the fleet could recognize it on the basic level, if they had anything similar. It was another to recognize the form as being more than that. Color him intrigued.]

You'd be our newest arrival? We haven't been properly introduced. Felix Harrowgate. [He offers a hand]

[Good luck! And may the best man win!]

Yes, it sounds very safe to me, indeed. [He says dryly, because really? Cannibals, destroyed planets and slave raiders all sound like a walk in Central Park on a spring day. Except not.] So what's your weapon of choice against cannibals and slave raiders?

[Strange gives Mon-El a long look that could easily be read as a 'are you shitting me' look]

Do I look like a hobbit to you? [Seriously. He's 6' tall and clearly less hairy than the halfling kind.

At the word 'cape', the Cloak moves from Strange's back to float in front of Mon-El, twirling around as if to make a point:]

It's a cloak, not a cape. And since it's called the 'Cloak of Levitation', I'll let you guess if I can fly or not.

[While its master is a bit dry, the Cloak itself gathers some of its fabric together and offers it to the other man, a clear invitation to shake 'hands']

[It's more a question of deduction than anything else: there's no sense in putting destructive wards on a ship in the middle of space, especially when one is on said ship. Their transport isn't powered by magic either, so protection is the next best guess.]

Mmm, it was a lucky guess. [Not really, and Strange doesn't say that out of modesty, that's not in his nature. But he's not either about to reveal too much about himself either. Not until he knows the crew better.]

I am. Dr. Stephen Strange, [he offers, moving to grasp the man's forearm instead of his hand to shake. It's just as polite, and much less painful for Strange. His grasp is firm despite the scars on his hand and the light tremor of it.]

I arrived a few days ago. [Form the thin, tight line of his lips, it's easy to figure that this isn't a place he wishes to be stuck in.]

I wasn't aware that this ship had sorcerers on it.

[Strange doesn't even take a day to explore the Goldstone, the first morning after his transfer from the Marsiva, he's bright and early in the lab. He sits at one of teh working bench, the Cloak leaving his shoulders to float by itself right by his side. It doesn't take him too long to figure out how the datapads work, no doubt thanks to the 'augment' unit he's been implanted with.

He's reviewing the crew's medical files when he hears someone else walk into the med bay, and doesn't even raise his gaze from the datapad to greet them:]

Good morning.

[Crowley certainly isn't about to start complaining. ]

Hmmm, you have a point. This whole system might just be teetering on the edge of it. Wonder how long it'll take the other members of the Fleet to knock it over?

[His grin widens. ]

It's a game. Basically you've got this little sticks of wood together to make a tower, then you take turns in removing a stick from it and placing it on top of the tower. If you make it fall over, you lose.

[Maggie has a coffee in her hands, first thing in the morning, and had she not taken a few sips already and done a brief look around between her quarters and the kitchen to the Med Lab, she would have thought she was seeing things.

She gapes openly at the cloak just floating in the middle of the air beside him. Then she shakes her head. It wasn't even close to the weirdest thing she's heard of.]

You must be Doctor - Strange, wasn't it?

[He was definitely strange alright.]

No, not yet. Still kind of taking in that we're close enough to a shore for there to be a beach.

[It was pleasant enough. It was a good break with everything that was now going on in their lives - Carol was here and Maggie had done a double take seeing Daryl Dixon on one of the ship rosters that morning. Then she had Hoi Hoi to take care of, while she still couldn't find Takeshi.]

You could go swimming though.

[It might even be good for the both of them to actually try and enjoy this.]

Yeah.. Last time we really saw one was a few planets ago, I think. I didn't really go, it was too hot.

[ Things are starting to feel better. To feel closer to home with the others showing uo, but they're not there quite yet. There are still things to consider- questions to answer. ]

I guess I could. I dunno.

[ He probably won't, though. He doesn't really want to get his eye patch wet. Carl does at least take off his boots and socks so he can dig his toes into the warm sand. ]

[ Carl happens to be on his way to find Maggie- mostly just to check up on her- when he walks into the med bay. He hadn't found her in her room or the kitchen, so he figured that was the next best bet. He's seen quite a lot of weird things, back home, but especially in the fleet.. There's not really a way to prepare for a floating cloak.

A floating cloak that's waving at him. ]

Hey, Mag-- umm. [ He looks around quickly, not spotting her. ]

What..

Goldstone Mingle!

Maggie | OTA

Felix Harrowgate | ota

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Engineering

Dr. Strange | OTA

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