driftfleet | Grumpy Bird

Who: Robin
Broadcast: Yes?
Action: Marsiva & SS Goldstone
When: 4/12 - 8/12

MARSIVA

[Tim wishes he could say he woke up alert and already assessing his environment but the truth is, he's very slow, very groggy and extremely confused when he first edges towards consciousness. It's only the cold from the barren Hospitality Deck that speeds up the process. He curls up and tries to reach for blankets that his sleepy mind tell him should be there. Only their absence has him sitting up to assess his current surroundings.]

First Hour

[Tim's first priority is his own body. He appeared here still in his Red Robin uniform and after a quick pat down, he realise that's all he's been left with. No grappling gun, no bo staff which he is not happy about but at least his identity is still safe.

Standing he notices the large viewing bay first and is immediately drawn to it. Hands find themselves against the glass-like surface and he cranes to see all he can. The constellations are wrong; well not wrong but wrong for any system Tim has in his memory. He takes a couple of hurried steps back as if to take in the bigger picture. Shoulders squared, breathes coming in and out to a precise mental count, his head cocks to take in the screen playing out the default Drift Fleet Encouragement Messages.

Deep breathe in, slow breathe out.

Stuck out in an unknown system, on an unknown ship, for entertainment purposes.

Perimeter check. Yes, we can handle that.]

First 24 Hours

[The perimeter check happens. Tim goes over the entire Hospitality Deck with a fine tooth comb. First he goes over it in a basic walk through, then he ransacks the entire place; strips the beds of any sheets, opens every cupboard and every container. Then he puts everything back exactly where it was before. If it wasn't so sterile to begin with you'd swear it was neater than before.

Anything small enough in the Medical Bay will be sneaked away into pockets in the belt.

Samples of the water is steamed and then frozen and then defrosted before the food get a familiar assortment of tests. Unless he finds something that resembles coffee he does not consume any of it.]

The Next 48 Hours

[Sleep doesn't happen, it doesn't even appear to be considered. He walks along each wall, running his fingers along looking for seams and he spends a little time using the kitchen cutlery trying to pry it away at the seams.

He gives up.

He spends a little time pacing in front of the large viewing windows.

He eventually finds or clears a large empty area and falls into a series of katas. This continues for hours until Tim is a panting sweating mess on the floor.

Tim approaches the showers and glares at the walls suspiciously looking for cameras. He glares at the showers. He leaves, stripping one of the cots of a sheet and ripping it long strips from it. He then weirdly flips his cape over his head and shoulders. When he emerges, the strips of cloth are being used as a make shift zorro style mask and the cowl from the Red Robin uniform has been removed. Shower is had.

Unfortunately after re-emmerging, Tim seems to have gotten an idea and anything resembling a sheet or blanket is pulled from wherever it lives, chairs and cots are rearranged however he can manage and over a couple of hours a blanket fort is constructed in the Hospitality Deck.

Anything that resembles alfoil/aluminium/or that makes a crinkly noise is placed around the perimeter and through the most obvious entrance as Tim disappears inside.

The Last 24 Hours

[Tim sleeps.]

SS GOLDSTONE

[Tim jumps and is on his feet in seconds when confetti and welcoming music suddenly break the absolute silence of the Marsiva; or what was the Marsiva anyway. Surprised eyes scan over what looks like.. a lounge? It certainly looks more lived in than the last one.]

Hello? Is anyone there?

[He doesn't drop his defensive stance as he turns to take in the exits to this room. His cowl is still down but his make shift 'zorro' mask remains on. It looks silly.]

If you're an alien who has kidnapped me, I'd very much like to speak to you?

[Speak to you, beat you up, he can multitask.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Garbage planet? like a planet made of literal garbage? [Earth has an island of literal garbage and he thought that was bad.]

I'll keep an eye out for what I need. It just might take a while.

What did you do when you first came to the Fleet?

Edited (type ugh) 2018-12-22 14:36 (UTC)

I mean I didn't get to the planet's core, but the surface sure was littered with it.

[The dumping grounds of this section of the universe, apparently.]

And as for your question, do you mean like the first thing I did upon waking up or about my clothes? Because I got a shitload of clothing at the used shops on that planet. None of it was great, but they had salvageable pieces.

Both? [He shrugs] I suppose I should find an array of clothing as well or this costume is going to start to smell.

First thing I did when I woke up was set a bunch of shit on fire.

And there's the ugly jumpsuits if you're absolutely desperate, but hopefully we'll get to waystations or a planet soon enough that has real stores and clothes to choose from.

Until then, you could always shower in your suit.

That seems like a fair reaction, although I do hope you were alone?

The ugly jumpsuits will work just fine. I don't really expect to be entering any beauty contests.

And the bedsheet mask was so I could shower and not risk my identity. Which isn't really going to work in the long run even with a domino mask.

[He gives a shrug at the question because he was likely alone, but even if he wasn't - it's not his job to make other people do their dexterity rolls.]

...Are you seriously going to be going hardcore with the identity thing the entire time you're here?

[He shrugs back] It's part of the job description? and a well-worn force of habit?

[He actually knows he can't maintain this level of secrecy with cameras watching him everywhere and such an isolated community but he's only been here a few days and he's stubborn.

Surely there are some things you don't want to stop doing that remind you of home?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm.

[He thinks and thinks hard about this. He's already cooking and using magic, so....?]

No? There wasn't a whole lot tying me down there honestly. New place, new life, new-ish Taako. You worried someone from your world is gonna show up here and wanna, I dunno, fight you all the way here?

Does everyone here take that approach? New place, clean slate?

[He thought he just got done doing that. New code name, a new place to live. Apparently not enough?]

and it's not fighting me here I'm worried about; I can take care of myself. It's finding a way back home and using it against my family and friends there.

If they did, I wouldn't know.

[Kind of the whole point of "new place, clean slate" was to not let anyone know what the old you was about. Not that Taako really needed to hide anything about himself. He was a fairly simple person overall, as long as his whole working for a secret organization trying to save the world bit didn't interfere with anything.]

And you don't have to worry about that. Apparently, we forget everything that happened here once we're returned. Can't guarantee it, obvs, but that's the story circling around.

That was a stupid question, wasn't it? If you're going for a clean slate you don't tell people.

[Tim is not going to trust an apparently. Not yet anyway.]

I'm definitely going to see if I can find out where that story came from. It'd be nice to get a confirmation. I know I'm coming off as a paranoid killjoy but well... I'm a paranoid killjoy?

Hey, only minor judgments here, my man. Better to be paranoid than dead.

[Although it does make Taako curious because what kind of enemies does this guy have that even here he's freaked out about his identity a billion light years away from home?]

I'm pretty sure you're judging what I'm wearing more than why I'm wearing it.

You said you worked for a secret society, don't they need to keep who works for them, secret?

Both, honestly, but just minor judgment - don't worry.

[He raises his arm again and shows off the large metal bracer emblazoned with the Bureau's symbol.]

Magic agency with a memory-eating space jellyfish, my dude. No one is capable of knowing we exist.

I think I can deal with minor judgement. At least you're not trying to stab me at the same time.

Oh right, magic. That feels like such a stupid question now.

[He sighs]

I think I should go explore this ship more, find where I'm to stay.
I would like to meet in person sometime? if that's okay?

Only if you commit worse fashion faux pas in the future.

[He says with a deadpan. Who knows if he's serious or not.]

And sure, my dude. Taako's on the First Breath or you can find me at the Iskaulit at the Melting Pot. I figure we'll run into each other eventually if you ever want good food. Good luck explorin' your ship though.

Yeah, I feel like that's going to be inevitable now. [He's resigned. He knows how to dress for business, his night job and for his couch. That's it.]

I'll make sure to come to visit you. I'm curious to try the cooking of a celebrity chef. [He smiles and waves before ending the call]

(((OOC: sorry i figured that was a good place to end it?)))

[Taako gives Tim a little two-fingered salute and a grin.]

Well, you better dress in red then - easier to hide the blood.

See you soon, Bird Boy.

[And he clicks his communicator off as well.

ooc; no probs! That works just fine for me. :) Thanks for the thread!]

(((No thank you! for the awesome welcome! Next they'll have to meet in person!)))

Grumpy Bird

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