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Twin Roses Mingle

Who: Twin Roses crew & whoever dares to join them!
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Twin Roses
When: June

[Twin Roses is +1 Sara Lance and recently equipped a set of poker chips, a flimsy basketball hoop in the cargo hold, and a set of Bag Toss boards and beanbags. The ship lounge also upgraded to a flimsy drink cart complete with drinking glasses, containers, and a replenishing ice bucket. There's also a dart board with a set of plastic darts. Does anyone on this crew has good aim? Mystery!]

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[The new additions don't go unnoticed, even if Makie has no idea what they are. Seriously, uh... the poker chips she can just about understand, but one can find her

- Eyeing off the new basketball hoop in the cargo hold;

- Holding those plastic darts in hand and staring at the dartboard. Look, darts are darts and she gets that, but this is a game she doesn't know the rules to.

Barring either of those options, as always she's a quiet ghost about the ship, and you're most likely to run into her in either the kitchen or playing her shamisen in the ship lounge.

Or, on one memorable day, making sure her blades are super clean and polished after she's used them to behead a few zombies. She's untouched but paler than usual, and she cleaned them before she brought them back to the ship. But she's paranoid and wants nothing left behind, just in case.]

[Vash is hanging out more around the ship now that they're drifting again. Usually on board unless he's working at the Space Bar.

Catch him in the morning coming out of his room with his bed hair to grab a cup of coffee. Sitting and enjoying it before he starts to get ready for the day.

Once he is dressed and ready for the day he is spending some time checking out the new items in the cargo bay. Bouncing the red kick ball he's had for awhile now a few times before shooting it at the basketball hoop. It swishes through and Vash acts surprised by this feat.] And the crowd goes wild!

[Later on he'll be in the lounge sitting incorrectly in one of the chairs there. His long legs dangling over one chair arm with his elbow propped up on the other arm. Yes, sitting normally would probably be more comfortable, but he likes this better.

He's quietly reading a novel with a weird purple alien on the cover holding a taller robot. The title says it's called: Shooting Stars of Paradise. He's a bit engrossed in his book as one hand twirls one of the new darts as he reads. At one point he reads something he apparently wasn't too pleased with as he pouts and absentmindedly throws the dart away. Hitting the bullseye dead center as he does so.]

[ Sara's been out and about and exploring things, or just missing Makie in the few days since she arrived, but she encounters her in the kitchen, on her way to make a cup of coffee ]

Let me guess, you're the samurai?

[Well, that gives her pause, glancing up from her tea to eye the new arrival with some faint surprise. Who the hell is calling her a samurai?]

...not for many years. No. [Her dad kind of threw her out, it's a whole thing.] I am just Makie.

[Makie peers at Vash and his bedhead as he shuffles into the kitchen for coffee. The question, when it comes, is mild.]

Why don't you ever leave your hair down?

[Because my dead mom liked it styled that way and said it reminder her of her dead boyfriend. Yeah, no. That sounds creepy.] I suppose it's because I want to look like I put effort into the way I look. Besides, don't you think it makes me look handsome?

Sounds complicated. You might want to update Kitty.

Sara Lance. There's a lot of things I haven't been for several years.

[Well, if you can't say anything nice...

...she sips her tea.]

[...Kitty why.]

That seems to be a recurring theme for many of us on this ship. [We can start an ex-assassin club.]

...I would welcome you, but it seems inappropriate. Unless you prefer to be here.

It's fine. I'm used to being whisked off to weird places. Not a lot fazes me anymore.

How long have you been here?

It's hard to say. I know I first arrived here about... two and a half years ago, by the calendar. But I left for some time in between.

A long time, anyway. I don't mind. [Her gaze turns measuring.] You're used to such whisking?

I will take your stunned silence as a [no.] yes!

[ more under her breath than to makie ]

Jesus.

[ speaking up again to answer her question ]

I was recruited to be a time traveller a few years back.

[...huh. Well, that's new. She's now genuinely curious.]

What's the purpose of being such a traveller?

You may take it however you wish.

[Vash pls.]

To protect reality from people who want to alter it.

And I wish to think I'm cool. [Yeah he gets what she means, but he doesn't care. What does an old lady samurai know about being cool anyway? :|]

Why don't you wear your hair up? Who knows, maybe you'd like it? [He can hardly even ask that with a straight face. Picturing what that might look like. So that's probably a good reason why.]

I have better things to do with my time and energy than make my hair look ridiculous.

[Serenely.]

Even if they try to alter it for the better? Though I suppose that wouldn't happen often.

[Not a lot of people are that selfless. The idea that there's enough people to try such a thing that time travelling protection is even needed is kind of disturbing. But she's been around in these places with multiple timelines that it's a concept she grasps surprisingly easily.]

Oh? Makie! Are you calling me ridiculous! I am hurt! Deeply and personally! I may never recover! [Said with a playful grin and a wink. He's just excited that he got her to call him ridiculous in a round about way.]

It's not possible. Some events are fixed in time, and even when you try to fix something, you screw something else up.

[That's not what she said at all, Vash. She's talking about her hair, not yours. :| So he just gets a Look across her tea.]

I suppose that would be true. So you would have to deal with the well-meaning as well as the greedy...?

[Vash just chuckles.] You know, you can always tell me how you really feel about things if you wanted to. [Speaking more about that look she just gave him than his hair style choice this time.] I promise I won't get mad. [He probably shouldn't make promises like that.] Besides! I'm your captain! [When it's convenient.] You should be able to talk to me honestly about things.

I'm not afraid to be honest with you, Mr Vash. [But she's also not one for being honest when the only purpose is hurting someone, so.]

You got it. We tend to be the well-meaning, though.

Alright, that's good to know. I sometimes worry that if you actually had a problem in the fleet you didn't know how to handle that you won't come to me if you need help.

Heh, of course, I rarely worry about that because you're so strong and smart that I know you can take care of yourself. [Did you expect a compliment right then?]

What does it take for you to travel through time? They say the passengers here have all been pulled from various points.

[From you? Yes.]

I am not afraid of asking for assistance with things that I do not understand.

Well, a time ship is pretty important.

Heh, well, Kitty is probably your best choice to go to I suppose. But know I'm here for you if you need me.

[For some reason, when Kurt wandered into the recent room he didn't expect to find Vash reading. It isn't that he assumes the man doesn't know how, he simply never thought he'd be the type to read for fun. Then again, Kurt doesn't exactly look the type either.

He follows the path of the dart, his eyebrows raising in mild approval before asking:] Someone die?

The evil twin just got the princess to kiss him! She thought it was his brother! Now she's cursed for not kissing her one true love under the light of the aligning planets! [Vash grumpily announces out loud before he even registers who's speaking to him. Clearly overly passionate about wanting to talk about the event that just happened in his book and happy someone asked for his opinion.] That's not fair! That's cheating!

I appreciate it, Mr Vash. I will be sure to remember.

Good! [Vash goes back to his coffee. Sighing with satisfaction as he takes a sip.] Hope you're enjoying breakfast!

A whole ship...? Like this, or on the ocean...?

[Anachronistic samurai needs help.]

As much as I ever do.

[Her breakfast is tea.]

That's good. [He will finish off his coffee and wash the cup before heading off to the shower. Unless she has more to talk about.]

[ Kurt's eyebrows furrow together, his eyes narrowing slightly. ] What is it, a retelling of the Swan Princess? [ Without waiting for an answer, Kurt vanishes in a purple puff of smoke, reappearing crouched on the back of Vash's chair. He brings with him more smoke and the distinct smell of brimstone, neither of which he apologizes for. Instead he leans forward, trying to peer at the page Vash is on. ]

I don't know. What's the Swan Princess? Is that the one where an ugly swan is kissed and becomes a princess? [Not many stories about aquatic animals where he's from.

Vash tries not to cough and does his best to act like the smell and smoke doesn't bother him. It nearly has the opposite effect as he coughs in the way people do when they've swallowed a bit of water down their windpipe and they're trying to hide their "peril" from others.

The page is a bunch of flowery words about how the princess knew instantly when she kisses the evil twin that he was not her true love. Not just because she felt the curse starting to take her over, but because her heart rejected him. The true lover was just kicking in the door shouting Wait! But he had taken too long with the traps his twin had set up on the way and was too late the text was explaining.]

I suppose they do still have half a book to go, but this one better have a happy ending!

[Kurt, because he's a jerk, does not apologize for the stench. As he scans the page, he reaches to pat Vash on the back 'helpfully' and probably ineffectively.] Princess who was cursed to become a swan. She was the one with the evil twin, not the.. prince? [He's not that familiar with it, enough to recognize similarities between the story he knows and the one on those pages. And, of course, the end.

Kurt cranes his head to look down at Vash, a sly smirk creeping across his face.] Better hope they take more creative liberties in your book, then. In the Swan Princess, she commits suicide. [Kurt you're a jerk.]

WHAT!? [He frowns and starts skimming towards the end of the book.] Aw man, I like the happy ending stories better! I disapprove of suicide more than anything!

Sometimes that is the happy ending. [Kurt actually does agree with Vash, but says it to continue needling the man. A small part of him feels guilty for it, Vash has been little but kind to him. But he's just so much fun to wind up.

Case in point: Kurt watches Vash's furious flipping through the pages with distinct amusement, though he does also lean over to glance at the book himself. Sue him, he's curious--and he always did like a good love story, tragic or not.]

How is that happy? If they keep living who knows what could happen next! They could find a cure or something! They'll never get that chance if they're dead!

[It's almost like he's practiced that speech before as he absentmindedly answers Kurt's question. More interested in the task of spoiling the ending.

Vash is in luck! In this story right before the princess can commit suicide the prince gets himself cursed as well. Choosing to also turn into a vuablissae (whatever that is) as well instead of living apart from his princess. Their actions of being unable to live without the other is the key to break the spell on both of them.]

Oh thank goodness!

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