Queue me up, I'm the twelve on your table

[lord_wizard]

Who: Starstruck crew and visitors!
Broadcast: Not unless you want to
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Second half of April?

[The Starstruck is kind of in tatters these days, and that's not just the ship we're talking about. The repairs are going slowly and it seems half the crew is ready to kill each other. Or something.

Whether you're a part of the crew, visiting, or here to help with the pile of repairs, step lightly!]

Comments

[mysterzie]

[ Aaron's doing marginally better lately. He recovers as time goes on, an actual and visible effect when all that's changed is something internal. Perhaps he's taken in more powers than he should to settle his craving for more, but he doesn't really care right now. Three is plenty, three is amazing.

Three is annoying when only one of them really works at any given time.

Right now he's in the remains of the kitchen standing over a large bowl of water. His hands are poised over it, making this motion and that while the water follows his whims. He hasn't quite gotten it floating or making forms yet but this is another way to let himself recuperate: focusing on the very powers his body is assimilating. ]

C'mon... C'mon, you stupid water! Just fucking—follow along! Why is this so hard?

[ Because you don't know kung fu, Aaron. ]

BACKDATED to that after the "ino" post

[twocomplex]

[He's heard a lot of yelling on this ship from day one, but today was particularly noisy. It's not until after the last bout of shouting, when silence passes for five minutes, that he dares to step into the cargo bay.

He's seen the whole crew in passing, of course, but that was different from full on meeting them. And so who was this one again...?]

Is everything alright in here? I've heard quite a lot of yelling.

[mysterzie]

[ It's after the shit with Mattias. Of course it is. They're always loud, they never get along, yet somehow they keep talking to each other. It's... not quite fulfilling but it's something to do and the fact they haven't killed each other yet probably speaks volumes for how good they are with following through on being jackasses.

Aaron whips around and raises an arm to point, to yell, to do something—but it's the one person on the ship he's hardly seen around and the words catch in his throat along with a host of other things tripping him up from such a small, unexpected happening. That moment of gawking turns into a glare. ]

No, it's not. Get out.

[twocomplex]

[Whoa there. He raises both hands defensively and stops in place, not approaching any closer, but not exactly attempting to move out, either. This is everyone's ship, buddy, calm down.]

If everything is not alright, as a crew member, I can't help but feel responsibility. [His hands lower, slowly, when the point has been made.]

I don't believe we've formally met, either. My name is Oren.

[mysterzie]

[ No, he will not calm down!! Aaron gives an odd, off-balance look for the comment about responsibility and then shakes his head strong and quick. ]

That's not how this crew works, idiot. There's nothing you can do, anyway!

[twocomplex]

That may be mostly true...

[He dares a step forward, but it's small, relaxed, and he turns to look down at the floor. He's casual about all of this, really, the yelling not seeming to do much to bother him. He's too interested for that.]

But I can listen. Or provide a distraction, perhaps.

[mysterzie]

[ His eyes narrow, and he straightens for all of a minute before he shifts back to his rather more comfortable stance of PARANOIA. ]

Do you have any powers? That'd be a distraction.

[twocomplex]

[...That's a very pointed question. He pauses for just a second before laughing, kicking lightly at the floor as he takes a step back. It's just idle fidgeting in place, no real movement closer or further away.]

Unfortunately, no. [He lies smoothly enough, shrugging.] Though I've had many compliments that made me feel as such.

[It's a joke.]

Are "powers" normal for you?

[mysterzie]

They're as normal as having eyes.

[ For all the aggravation, exaggeration and gesticulation... he's not actually far off from the truth here. It's so scarily rare to not have a power where he's from that it's just as strange and frightening to be surrounded by so many people without. ]

[twocomplex]

Is that so?

[He pockets his hands, taking another couple of steps forward. He's curious now.]

So does that mean you do, as well?

[mysterzie]

[ That gets an something of an ambling twist of the wrist because keep up. ]

Yes, it does. I do. Everyone has a power except all of you freaks!

[twocomplex]

That's a bit unfair, don't you think?

[Nevermind that he's hiding something here. He steps closer, interest written across his face like an innocent eagerness.] What sort of ability do you have?

[mysterzie]

Life's not fair and it's totally true.

[ Aaron watches like a hawk and he tilts partways away for the movement. He doesn't like it when other people work the offensive. After everything he's said and done in the hopes of getting other powers, admitting he shapeshifts isn't an option. It often isn't. ]

Teleportation.

[twocomplex]

[Okay, well, he won't comment on the childish arguing. This man is a little odd, but he won't pay too much attention to that.]

Really? Could I see you try it out? I've never witnessed something like 'powers' before.

[mysterzie]

[ He finds that hard to believe considering the whole Fleet, but Aaron is nothing if not cocky. He disappears, fades away with alarming speed, before he reappears behind Oren on one of the surviving crates. He sits, legs dangling below, but at least he isn't swinging them. ]

Before you ask, no. I'm not gonna take you places. Get your own damn power if you want to use it.

[twocomplex]

[A small show of power, magic, but it's enough to interest Enkythos. Oren can feel it, his skin unsettled. It feels like something's crawling beneath, and so for a moment after the disappearance, he stands still, stunned.

It's a delayed five seconds later that he turns, slowly, and claps his hands together once like he's just seen something amazing.

This was something to keep in mind, certainly.]

Magnificent! I have no interest in such selfish things, my friend, but I do wonder-- does it hurt? Better yet, are abilities such as that able to be so easily obtained?

[mysterzie]

[ Aaron rolls his shoulders, then his eyes. Having someone show positive reaction to a teleporter is great but the idea of giving out powers is just... ugh. He is his own dealer, not one who actually gives powers out on someone else's dime. ]

Back home, if you've got enough cash, you could buy a swap. But that's for people who actually have a power.

[twocomplex]

So powers can be swapped with payment, but can they be bought from scratch? I wonder, are there any who are born without them? Are they shunned? Mistreated?

[What a cruel society that would be, and yet just like any other.]

[mysterzie]

Yup.

[ It's simply said. There isn't much more to say. Those without powers are at an extreme disadvantage and they're only somewhat less rare than those with multiple powers. At least they aren't hunted down and stolen away from their families at a young age to be turned into a special agent over it. ]

But what do you expect? It's fucking useless if you don't have a power.

[twocomplex]

You certainly don't hold back your opinion.

[What a little shit. But he still smiles, looking calmly down at the ground as Enkythos settles. He's talked him down, for now.]

That's admirable.

[mysterzie]

I'm plenty admirable like that.

[ It's said condescending, untrusting of such a freely given compliment when he's being a dick. He knows he's being a dick. That doesn't mean he ever regrets it. ]

Best part? It's not that saps like you can't have one, it's that you don't get one. Because.

[twocomplex]

Of course.

[Ah, condescension. He smiles simply at it, taking a few steps closer, even with Aaron up higher than him. He looks casual, like he's idly strolling despite all of the insults.]

That is how the world works. Some are born into greatness, and others... Well, I'm certain you know. [He stops now, arms crossed over his chest.] Despite that, we are crewmates, you understand. I've given my name, so what's yours?

[mysterzie]

[ One of his legs pull up and he watches Oren intensely. It isn't the question, it's not the conversation, he just doesn't feel safe or trusting or particularly anything but unstable right now. ]

Aaron. And hey, don't worry, you're among friends here. Buncha powerless people everywhere you look.

[twocomplex]

Oh, what would I do without you here to look out for my well being? See, we're becoming close already.

[He's just messing around, making it as clear as possible that he is. It's humor! Good fun!]

[mysterzie]

Oh, fuck off. After that showing in the fight, maybe I should be looking out for you guys!

[ Not like even Aaron could make things worse there. ]