driftfleet | Red Fish Mingle

[There is a newcomer on the bridge, accompanied by the usual fanfare and pudding. Libra tries to brush off some of the confetti, but a fair amount remains tangled in his long hair as he looks around nonplussed.]

Now what...? [He's going to take a moment to perplexedly examine the pudding, but after that he'll start looking around the ship until he meets someone willing to offer a bit of clarity.]

[It probably isn’t the most comforting thing to see, two shining reflective orbs in the near dark, atop a square-headed silhouette at the end of a long hall. Nevertheless, that is what will greet the young priest, the second he ventures outside the bridge doors, regardless of what odd hour the shuffle may have deposited him during. Abandoning the cart of canisters he was pushing, Flug startles and starts forward, pointing accusingly.]

“You—How did you get aboard?”

[They left the docking station hours ago!]

[Libra holds up his empty, gauntleted hands, in what he hopes is a universal gesture of good intent and lack of aggression. He seems startled, but still overall fairly calm.]

"I don't know. ...I've been told we're placed on smaller ships shortly after arriving - is this perhaps what they meant?"

"Y--"

[It is then that Flug notices some straggling pieces confetti, recalls possibly having overhead an announcement from the other room, sees the tray of synthesized pudding waiting at his station. Oh. What a great first impression as captain. He quickly straightens with his hands behind his back.]

"Apologies. Yes, this is exactly what they meant. I'm Captain-- Doctor-- Slys. Flug! I-- I'm Captain Flug Slys."

[He should really figure out his prefix situation.]

"Welcome to Red Fish. I assume you have questions?"

[The verbal flailing is honestly kind of endearing, at least to someone already accustomed to traveling with a ragtag band of quirky misfits. Libra relaxes once it's clear he's no longer facing a confrontation, regarding his volatile little captain steadily and without much emotion.]

"A few...to be honest, I'm not entirely sure where to begin. I had some explanation of the situation we're in when I was aboard the...Marsiva, wasn't it? But it's all still so very strange..." [He shakes his head.] "...For now, as the captain, is there anything you feel it's important for me to know about the running of the ship?"

[The small crease of a quirked smile forms in Flug’s bag. Now that’s more like it! He nearly forgot what being a respected authority figure felt like.]

“Ah, for the moment, no.”

[He turns towards the door and waves his hand in a beckon to follow.]

“While we may have control of this vessel, it is Atroma that chooses our flight path. We’re currently lacking a pilot, as well as communications and security personnel but we’re seeing to it that these vacancies don’t hinder us.”

[Which Libra will see are stations covered in assorted tools, removed sparking panels and sticky notes, as someone has been fervently trying to take them apart.]

“But I can show you around and fill you in on how things are run here. You’ve been filled in on the augments, yes?”

[Rose is still waking up when Libra is shuffled onto the Red Fish, but even in her drowsy state, she can recognize the sound of a new crew member coming aboard.]

[It's not like she could avoid him, even if she tried, so when she eventually runs into Libra she gives him a small wave.]

So, you're the new guy, huh?

[Libra smiles and nods politely. He seems calm, at least, if not yet totally at ease in this new environment.]

That's correct. My name is Libra. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?

Rose.

[She's not sure what to think; given the past record of this crew, their newcomer is very polite. Too polite. This is almost unsettling.]

So, what's your story?

Story? [Now he seems politely confused.] I woke up on the Marsiva, which I'm given to understand is the same for all of us here, and then after a few days I was brought here instead. At home, I'm a member of the Shepherds of Ylisse, if that's what you mean.

That basic, huh?

[After Velvet, Snow, and Eizen, she wasn't expecting someone so...forthcoming. She'd probably feel more comfortable with this, if this hadn't gotten her in trouble before.]

The Shepherds? You herded sheep?

[He smiles again, shaking his head.] We guard the kingdom and its people from danger in times of need. ...The Shepherds were begun as a pet project of Exalt Chrom, while he was still the prince and in need of something to keep him occupied, but over time grew to a formidable enough strength to stand beside the army and even act as an advance force.

[Recently they killed an eldritch abomination and saved the world, but he doesn't really like to brag.]

A group that protects the kingdom from danger? I was involved in something similar back home. The Scions of the Seventh Dawn, we were called.

[It's not often that Rose feels nostalgic for the Scions, but recently she's been thinking of home more. Even if she doesn't want to return, that didn't change the fact she had good friends in the group.]

Most of what we handled were simple requests though. Taking something from somewhere to somewhere else, gathering ingredients for a feast, exploring old temples. That sort of thing.

[And fighting gods on the regular, but she'd rather not remember that part.]

That sounds like a worthwhile group as well; I suspect the Shepherds might have been in a similar position were it not for the fact that the prince and princess were involved from the start. Asking royalty to run such errands is a bit much. [Even if they'd probably be willing, and/or it might be good for them.]

But I'm pleased to be in good company.

[He really doesn't seem to be hiding anything, at least.]

Well, you might be surprised how quickly it goes from running errands to staging a revolution. A small one, anyway.

[At least here, that wasn't her business.]

I'm not quite sure about good company, but I do suppose your better than recent shipmates we've had. Our last captain reeked of darkness.

[ It's been a minute since they've gotten a new crew member, but there's no mistaking the fanfare. Carl doesn't seek the newbie out so much as run across him in the hall. He offers Libra a smile. ]

Hey. Welcome to the Red Fish.

[And Libra smiles back! It's a pretty nice smile, even if it's probably just for politeness' sake.]

Thank you. My name is Libra, and you are?

Nice to meet you, Libra. I'm Carl.

Red Fish Mingle

Backdated to Shuffle Day

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Thank you so much for your patience

o7!

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