driftfleet | Red Fish Mingle

[For better or for worse, the crew of the Red Fish was entrusted with a very important piece of cargo for the Atroma. The aforementioned cargo is sitting (currently) undisturbed in the cargo bay. The consensus of the ship seemed so far to be not to deliver it, at least not yet. There are too many unanswered questions about the Atroma, and this could be too good a lead to pass up.]

[At the same time, the crew has opted not to open it for the time being, although that doesn't mean it hasn't drawn some suspicious eyes. There are no guards in place for the box, and it's open for anyone to inspect.]

Edited 2018-08-25 18:03 (UTC)

a;; Kitchen
[ The Red Fish is known for its lack of decent sleep schedule with all its insomniacs, or at least it had been. Carl still doesn't sleep all that great, especially lately. It's late, though it's hard to tell with the endless stars exactly what time it is. He's rummaging through the kitchen, making a cup of tea. Maybe that will help get him back to sleep. Or he'll have another restless night full of half-nightmares. While he's waiting for water to boil, he crosses his arms over his chest, glancing up. ]

You want some, too?

b;; Quarters
[ Carl can be found mostly in the evenings in his room, feeding strawberries to his lizards Lyra and Iris, reading a book, or browsing on his communicator. Things have been relatively quiet, and he can't help but feel a little saddened by the absence of Asuka and Velvet. He'd grown pretty close to them since he arrived, so them being gone is like any of his family disappearing. He'll move on, but it stings. It feels a little harder than it did in the past. If someone happens to visit, of course he's happy to see them. ]

Hey. What's up?

c;; Halls
[ During the day, he keeps himself busy and can probably be found moving from one place to the other, or elbow-deep in one of the wall panels trying to fix something. Maybe he's hunting for his lizard! Lyra is a beautiful green and blue color... most of the time. Sometimes she is a nuisance and using her natural camouflage and has placed herself...somewhere. ]

d;;
[ Wildcard! ]

[ Seeing the roster for the Red Fish change is enough to have Leilani gathering her things, tucking Da'Fen into bed and climbing into a shuttle to make her way over to see Carl. She knows how difficult it is to lose people, no matter how close you were to them, and the Blue Fish has been rocked with its own losses lately. Making her way to his room, she peeks inside before she walks in, moving immediately to perch on his bed. ]

Aneth ara, da'len.

Aneth ara, Sis.

[ He's always glad to see Leilani, and he makes room for her on the bed, scooting closer to the wall. Carl's trying to be okay- more than he actually feels. It's been a lot harder to smile and move on with more time to process the loss. He knows neither of his crew died, but it still feels like a stab to the gut. He'd gotten close to both of them on his own, outside of his own world, so the connections had seemed more real- more impactful to him. ]

Edited 2018-08-26 03:30 (UTC)

[ Leilani moves, wiggling to rest her back against the bed, and then she watches him. She knows he's sad, she can see it painted on his face, and for a moment she doesn't know what to do; comforting someone like Dorian or Cyril is easy, but someone like Carl? She's never really been an older sister before, but she wants to do her best. Slowly, she opens her arms. ]

Come here.

[ For so long, he's had to weather everything and be strong, but the more time passes, the more he realizes he has time to process. He doesn't like it, so he falls back onto the simple- pretend everything is fine until something else comes up. He frowns at her in confusion, but does as she requests, moving into her embrace and settling against her side with his head on her shoulder. ]

..Shouldn't it be the other way around? [ He's only a few inches taller, but he's got to get in his hits somewhere, doesn't he? ]

You're very funny. [ Leilani lifts her hand, brushing her fingers through his hair gently. It's been a long time since she was really with her clan, but the feeling of taking care of someone isn't something that has ever faded away from her. She likes taking care of him, likes to be his big sister, and she rests her head against his gently. ] I should slap you.

[It had been a while since Maggie had visited the Red Fish, but here she is. She occasionally went out of her way to see that Carl was doing alright. This was one of those times.]

Hey, you. Busy?

[She had adapted strangely well into becoming Captain. The work didn't change, but she still found herself missing Takeshi like crazy. It would get better, she reminded herself often. These things took time.]

Should, but you're not gonna. You would have already.

[ He wasn't concerned in the least about it, and he settles a little more against her. It's been a while since he's actively cuddled- since they were both on the Marsiva. He doesn't want to be clingy or seem weak, but it's nice.. ]

[ He's sitting at his desk, dropping cut up bits of fruit into the terrarium while his lizards snack happily under their heat lamp. Carl turns to look at Maggie, a smile on his face. ]

Hey, Maggie. Nah, I'm not busy.

[ The box definitely makes him wary, just because they're not sure what's in it. Carl trusts the Atroma about as far as he can throw them (he can't) and just babysitting this box does about as much good as playing delivery boy. Though, it's better to know what they were supposed to be carting in the first place, isn't it? ]

I really don't like this.. but I think we need to know.

A.) Socializing
[Peace was an odd thing. For villains it represented boredom or a calm before the storm; usually one they were intent on bringing. Back in Black Hat manor, Flug could take comfort in the idea that nothing was as dangerous or terrifying as his boss. When death came it would from that very specific assured source, regardless of the many other perils he faced on a daily basis. Here, on the other hand, Flug had come to realize, while certainly not the most powerful he truly was the most nefarious. If anyone were to be plotting a scheme, it would be himself. The title Captain meant nothing. Not when they were simply dragged behind the Marsiva like a child’s racecar toy, but the lack of completing evil influences, this was something he could ultimately work with; which leads Dr. Flug to doing the unthinkable. He actually joins someone at breakfast.]

“…Coffee?”

B.)“This is your Captain speaking..”
[It felt funny to say that again after so long. Flug was grateful for the privacy his bag awarded him over his feelings on the matter. He waited a courteous few days before embracing the role, but when it was clear Velvet truly was not returning, he gathered up the remaining crew to meet aboard the bridge. Discussions were needed. He stands attentively.]

“I expect you have some concerns regarding my promotion. While I myself am surprised and suspicious of this turn of events, worry not! I would like to assure you I have plenty of experience managing projects and teams! I run a lab back home, I know plenty about business and I have been a pilot as well as done some temporary camp counselor work. R-regardless of our differences on personal points of view, as Captain, I will do my utmost to serve the needs of this vessel as well as everyone aboard. If there are changes you’d like implemented, I’d like to hear them."

[He steps aside to reveal a table full of blue prints, he sweeps one up without preamble.]

“I myself have thought up a few, ah, modifications we could potentially employ-- [Ah but these aren't his clients. ] "B-but your concerns! Your concerns are what matter."

C.) Almost Joyride
[Red Fish no longer had a pilot, not that their job had allowed them to do much to begin with. An augment was needed to supposedly access the controls, but how important could one be really? It certainly doesn't seem to be stopping the doctor from sneaking into the seat with several tools. He was a genius! It couldn't be too hard!.. It may be best to talk him out of this.]

WILD
[Anywhere, doing anything, probably asking for a wrench he dropped, sorry! Guests are more than welcome to gawk at the strange man while visiting someone else. He even squeaks when you catch him by surprise!]

"Grimes?"

[While finding Carl in the ship's innards in some way or another was hardly a new occurrence, this particular situation gives Flug pause until he notices the barely discernible scratches of tiny lizard feet on the accompanying wall.]

"Ah. Lyra, again?"

Just because I don't want to ruin a beautiful moment.

[ She laughs softly, though, wiggling a little to get comfortable, relaxing against him. This is family, she thinks, and there's a yearning in her heart she has to swallow back. ]

Dunno if I would consider this beautiful, but I'll go with it.

[ It says a lot that he's keeping put and not getting antsy. He trusts Leilani more than anyone here, and they help each other through tough times however they can. This? This is nice. It reminds him of home before everything went to shit. ]

It's not an ugly moment, is it?

[ Leilani turns, kissing the side of his head, holding him gently. She wants to soothe his hurts, to make him feel better, to make him feel powerful, but she doesn't know how. All she can do right now is hold onto him and let him take what he needs from her. ]

Couldn't be ugly with you around.

[ His big sister is beautiful, and he loves her. Carl closes his eye and smiles when she kisses his head. His arms move to wrap more around her middle. ]

You sweet talker.

[ Holding gently, Leilani begins to him, still stroking her fingers through his hair, soft and gentle. It's the sort of song she's sure mothers sang to their babes, but she doesn't remember much of her mother and she doesn't think she'll have much in the way of children. ]

Lath sulevin, lath araval ena, arla ven tu vir mahvir. Melana ‘nehn, enasal ir sa lethalin.

[ The moment is so achingly like what his mom used to do for him when he couldn't sleep. Especially after everything went to shit and so much of the world was a nightmare. She would sit next to him in their tent, singing that familiar lullaby, and everything was okay again.

He can feel his throat seizing up, something welling up in his chest. The sigh he lets out is a little bit shaky. ]

[ He stops to address Flug, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. ]

I thought I had her earlier, but she's quick when she wants to be.

[ Leilani shifts, drawing him closer, letting him rest against her before she sighs gently. There's no stopping her singing, and she repeats the words over him, stroking fingers through his hair. The song isn't a long one, but it's about what they're going through; it's about her struggles, both as the Dalish and as passengers on the Fleet. Carl can relate to that. ]

"They often are."

[Flug agrees, craning his neck to get a better look at the potential hole she may have crawled into.]

"I had something of a similar situation back home. Always disappearing the moment you take your eyes off them. Taking your things. Waiting to pounce when you least expect it."

[He shudders.]

Well, I don't know if she's got the ability to take anything bigger than a sock, but I wouldn't hold it against her to pounce.

[ He doesn't think she would, but animals are unpredictable. ]

She's probably someplace warm..

[ He enjoys her singing, as acutely painful as the reminder is. Carl can follow along with most of her song, though there are a few phrases that he's not sure of. When she's finished, he lets out another breath, though this one is more controlled. ]

My mom used to sing to me. Didn't realize how much I missed it..

"That... could be. It was a bit on the chilly side on Drade."

[Has he mentioned how nice it is to work alongside someone actually intelligent, for once? He hums thoughtfully.]

"Do you still have the map of the ventilation units? If she's not by the engine room we could track where other processes might generate some heat."

[A glance back to the open wall panel.]

"Unless you want to try to fit in there."

Red Fish Mingle

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