driftfleet | Mingle-ingle

[Katie became one of the Vanquish's captains a few weeks ago and has yet to mention it since or do anything vaguely captainly. To be honest, she's pretty sure nobody would trust her to be one and she was only making a point. She spends much of her time off the Vanquish in any case, though from the beginning of June she takes ill with a mild fever and stays closer to home. Something about memory-transmitted illnesses, it's all very rude.

- Her office is always open even so, with its paper THE DOCTOR IS |IN| sign hanging on the door, because she does still function as the ship's counsellor.

- Otherwise she can be found having long and possibly one-sided conversations with Licorice, the sleek black cat that follows her into the kitchen and is extremely demanding, and she cleans out the cupboard and restores it to some vague order in the process of feeding them both. (She sorts it by label colour. Very useful.)

- Finally, when she's starting to feel a bit better, you can find Katie in the cargo bay with her sketchbook, taking measurements and making plans. And possibly breaking from them to sketch you as you walk past, because why not?]

[Manji doesn't spend a lot of time on the ship. Choosing to sleep like a hobo on the SS Iskaulit instead to avoid certain crew members as his request to change ships keeps getting ignored.

Today is one of those days where he's on board to take what he feels is his fair share of food and other items.

He starts in the kitchen and looks around at the food. Finding everything is organized by label colour.] What the--? Is this, by colour? [The hell?] Well, that's just stupid.

[Not that it stops him from "stealing" some food by stuffing it into a bag.

He'll be polite enough to everyone (except Katie) and he'll even give some advise if he runs into anyone new.] I suggest changing ships. The captain here is crazy.

[As a rule, Natasha doesn't spend a whole lot of free time on the Vanquish. Lately, she hasn't even been sleeping here that much. She does make a point of coming back for at least a couple of hours a day though—either at the communication console, or just hanging out in the kitchen reading and drinking coffee.]

[See all that beer in the kitchen? That's from Kramm. Yes that's for you. It is separate from his personal stash, which he keeps in large growlers under his bed. Enjoy.

Kramm himself can be found in the galley enjoying his beer, or walking about the ship when he gets restless, but otherwise he's usually over on the Iskaulit.]

[Kramm's collecting a plate of protein and one of his many varieties of beer, but seeing that there's someone already here he decides to camp out with company rather than head back to his quarters.]

Hey there, Natasha, right?

Hey. [She smiles a little at that.] I really do need to hang around a little more if you're not sure.

Yeah. Hungry?

Heh, I'm always hungry. Of course, I'm usually always walking and running and fighting ... [He settles into a seat and looks at the meal in front of him. Probably a little more than the recommended serving.]

Guess I'll have to do some more walking and running, but the fighting ... not sure when I'll get that in.

[It's terrible that Licorice is more familiar with Natasha than Katie is; the cat diverts to say hello as Katie trips into the kitchen with a blanket round her shoulders.]

Afternoon. I think? [She's honestly not sure. It's Feeding the Damn Cat time, is what it is.]

[What's this room? Manji's never really given it much consideration before. He wasn't really interested in talking to a doctor, but he was still curious. So in Manji walks.

He stares for a moment at the "doctor" sitting inside.

Nope.

He turns and leaves without saying a word.]

[Man, she wishes she drank more beer. But it'll do in a pinch, maybe when she's a little healthier. Katie hasn't run into Kramm before, but when she does by chance, her eyes light up.]

Goodness, you're a cute one. Please tell me you're on this crew.

[Gosh, that was a quick visit.]

Want some cream for that worm infection?

[She calls it out gaily as he leaves. Don't worry, she doesn't really expect an answer, you carry on being grumpy elsewhere.]

[Oh! Something Manji finally likes about this ship.] Oh, I hope this is for sharing.

[Kramm smiles at the compliment.] Guess they put all the cute people on one ship, huh?

[He holds out a clawed hand in greeting.] I'm Kramm, and you are ... ?

[Ah yes, his bar buddy!]

That it is; dig right in! Might not have the ambiance of a pub but it'll do in a cinch.

[Natasha's used to seeing people with enhanced metabolisms eat. She's not scandalized by someone who dishes up a little extra in their helping. Not like they're going to run out of protein.]

Give or take some sparring, that's not usually so much on schedule. Still... seems like we always end up fighting again eventually.

Maybe space pirates next?

[Natasha drops her hand to scratch the cat's cheek.]

I thought we had a deal. You don't beg or start acting entitled, and I sneak you treats.

[That to the cat. To Katie:]

I think you're technically right. Whatever that counts for in space.

Sparring? Where do I sign up for that?

[It's a good idea - if there's not much to do otherwise and no idea when the next engagement will hit, he's grateful for whatever chance he gets to let off a little steam. He may be pretty affable for a dragonborn and for a barbarian, but certain instincts have a way of making themselves known eventually.]

Ooooo, space pirates! Are they very different than regular pirates?

Hang out around the gym for a while. There's usually a few people around who wouldn't mind getting in a workout.

[Giving him a pointed glance over.]

Of various abilities and skill levels—probably someone your size will show up.

[All things considered.]

Probably space pirates aren't all that different than regular pirates. Just... in space.

Katie! [She takes his hand without reservations. Katie has claws, too; it's just hers aren't visible.] I'm the doctor. Medically trained and everything.

[Don't trust her.]

[She grins at the exchange. Licorice, you've been told. Katie opens the cupboards on the hunt for more fish, speaking easily as she does.]

A bit hard to have a noon when you have no idea where your sun even is, I suppose. How have you been?

[Because she doesn't see many people actually on the Vanquish, all things considered. Everyone has lives.]

You are officially my favorite crew mate! [As he sits down to enjoy that drink.]

[They do. It's something Natasha appreciates about their ship, really. They do have their own lives. When they have had to work together, they've been competent, ready, but they're not so close that it gets restrictive.]

Oh. Not much changes around here, does it? You take the ups with the downs.

But I'm all right with it.

I'm treating it as an overly long vacation, myself. Perhaps I'll take up painting. You're not too attached to the cargo bay the way it is, are you?

[Here, cat, have some mashed sardines and quit your complaining.]

[Kramm rumbles a deep chuckle.]

Just a couplea boozers are we, huh?

[Too late.]

Oh! So you're our cleric! That's good to know, if we ever get into any scrapes.

Mingle-ingle

Katie - OTA

Manji | OTA

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA

Kramm | D&D | OTA

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