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[sweetlies]

Who: Ciel Phantomhive & OTA
Action: Marsiva
When: Feb. 17

[Good morning, Fleet! There's a young teen with dark blue-black hair wandering the Marsiva today. He's wearing a slightly more modern twist on Victorian era clothes and his right eye is wrapped with a bandage but it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.

What does bother him though is to wake up somewhere entirely new with little knowledge in regards. At least, little compared to what he'd prefer. Going through this once when he arrived in Riverview Quarantine had been exhausting enough, but at least the experience had left him more adjusted to the level of technology here. It's not like his little house or the phones they had given the residents of the Quarantine, but it was all manageable at the very least.

For now, he hopes to see something, someone, familiar. Either that, or he hopes to find a decent cup of tea and company that isn't entirely bothersome. And as he wanders, seeing no one familiar, he settles on the hope for tea. As long as it was strong. And maybe something sweet.]

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[generalgrievous]

[Approaching him is a very peculiar sight and certainly nothing familiar - an over seven foot tall cybernetic creature; skeletal-like but definitely not human. The mask is skull-like but alien. The hands and feet are metal claws. He clanks along toward Ciel, a low grumbling coming from him, caught up in his thoughts. Unfortunately he was not holding a tea tray, so there was no hope of him being a snack-serving robot. Closer now, he growls aggressively.]

Out of my way.

only a little sorry <3

[sweetlies]

[Even for how strange and futuristic the Quarantine had been, Ciel had never seen anything- anyone- like him. And he hadn't really seen any robots while there, he never even imagined them in his own time. So he has no idea what to make of him.

Rather than recoiling in fear though, the part of him that was raised by a demon lashes forward and sneers out a:]

You get out of the way. The hall has plenty of room.

XD It's all good.

[generalgrievous]

[Grievous halts, glaring with his golden, reptilian eyes. Definitely not human, even under that mask.]

Insolent child, you will step aside.

[He may be stubborn and overconfident.]

oh good!

[sweetlies]

[Those eyes certainly stand out as the boy looks up at him with his one blue eye. He's already in a bit of a poor mood and he knows his eye is going to start aching soon enough.]

Which of us is the insolent one? The one who knows these halls and should know how to accommodate others here? Or the child who barely takes up space?

[generalgrievous]

I have no reason to accommodate anyone here, child or otherwise.

[At least he's disliking everyone equally for now?]

Do you argue with any stranger that you meet?

Kitchen

[abracafcku]

[In Ciel's wanderings, he'll notice that someone is almost always in the kitchen. The kitchen itself is, sadly, rather bland. It has all the flavors of paste and synthetic flakes and little accoutrements that one can hope for, but no actual real food. Thankfully, the person in the kitchen seems to be working hard on changing that.

When Ciel gets closer, Taako looks up, raising an eyebrow as his long ears flick back. He's got both hands on bowls of gel paste with a third floating behind him held by a spectral hand.]

So, they're still bringing newbies in even now, huh? That seems rude.

Re: Kitchen

[sweetlies]

[At least there's a kitchen! When he'd first arrived in Riverview, the kitchen in his apartment hadn't been great and he'd had skill in making microwaveable dinners only for the first few months. This, at least, afford possibilities.

His eye is drawn to the floating bowl first but he's only passingly curious before his attention turns to Taako.]

I'm finding the whole situation rude. This isn't normal for this place then?

[abracafcku]

You've been kidnapped into space, kiddo; nothing's "normal" in this place.

[He spins the bowls onto the counter and the third one joins it, set down gently by the spectral hand which then winks out of existence. Taako considers the gel pastes in front of him and then snaps his fingers. Time to make a tart. He starts off by grabbing some of the paste and forming it into a ball, then with a spark it changes into a juicy baking apple.]

But no, to answer your question. Usually only newbs get to be on the Marsiva- [Or the dead.] -while the rest of us are on smaller ships, waiting for you to get transferred over and disrupt our day to day with confetti and some weird ass pudding.

[Taako pulls a knife from a drawer and starts peeling the apple in one fluid single strip, spinning the fruit in his hand as he goes.]

Right now though, we're all stuck here for whatever reason waiting for night to come so we can go traipsing around in each other's minds. It's super mcfucked up. Welcome to the Fleet.

[sweetlies]

[There's a moment where Ciel just looks at him as if to say 'clearly' but he keeps his mouth shut. For now. There's no point in making enemies yet. And Taako has been generally helpful.

And interesting, as he watched that paste turn into an apple. It makes him miss Riverview already and their well-stocked kitchen.]

Confetti and pudding..? [That sounds absolutely ridiculous. Then again, this is the kid that hates his birthday and being dragged to parties. Something like that just doesn't appeal to him.

The last bit does get a curious look.]

Like memories?

[abracafcku]

Yeah, we'll see if you warrant getting any when you finally get assigned. Who knows. Maybe they won't stiff you from getting their shitty desserts.

[It could actually be good. Taako doesn't know. It isn't the same as pocket pudding though, and nowhere near as good as Paloma's baked goods or even marginally close to his baking, so it gets relegated to the bottom tier of the barrel for now.

With one apple peeled, he starts on the others, leaving the cleanly shorn fruit sitting on a cutting board.]

And bingo, got it in one. See that timer over there?

[He tips his head toward the timer prominently displayed on the screen in a place of honor above everyone, steadily ticking down toward zero.]

We all do a blackout when that hits the end and then you'll have the fun of wading through people's minds, picking up junk and then getting treated to the world's--universe's? Uh, this planar reality's biggest invasion of privacy ever.

[keythatconnects]

[Sora knows the look of someone wandering without knowing where they are going. He has experienced that himself a few times.]

Hi! I'm Sora! [He introduces himself with a genuine smile.]

You look new? Did you need help getting around?

[sweetlies]

[Someone a little closer to his age! And with good eyes, Ciel most definitely has no idea where he's going.]

Ah- hello. I'm Ciel. [He makes himself smile, despite the situation.]

I am. And I probably do. I was hoping to find some tea.

[keythatconnects]

[Sora seems friendly and open. He puts his hands behind his head in a relaxed fashion, clearly trying to put Ciel at ease.]

Yeah I get it. And tea huh? I bet we could find some at a restaurant. I can walk you to the nearest one?

[sweetlies]

[That he does! And it definitely helps, Ciel was already feeling a bit stressed about this whole situation. He's still feeling a bit uncomfortable, but at least Sora is friendly.]

I'd appreciate that, actually. So long as it doesn't take you away from anything.

[keythatconnects]

Nah. I'm pretty hungry myself, so it works out for me!

Come on, it's this way. [And they start walking together in the direction of a place they can get some food.]

There's a few bars on this ship too, but... Those are probably for people who can drink.

[wakemelater]

[Having everyone crammed up in one place is uncomfortable, but also allows Nico to take stock of all the people in the fleet at once. There aren't so many that he can't keep track. So it's surprising when new faces appear.

He waits until the newcomer has his tea.]

When did you arrive?

[sweetlies]

[It helps that he's fairly short and has bandages across his face.

And he definitely appreciates that he's given the chance to get tea first. It helps, it makes him feel just the tiniest bit in control. Even if he knows he has none.]

Perhaps an hour ago? I haven't kept track, honestly.

[wakemelater]

Ah. Welcome, I guess, to whatever this is.

[He makes a vague hand-waving gesture at their current - hopefully not permanent - accommodations.]

[sweetlies]

[He glances around, grimaces slightly at their surroundings, and then looks back to his new companion. At least there are people, he tells himself. This would be considerably worse if he were left alone in silence.]

Have you been stuck where ever this is for very long?

[wakemelater]

Long enough. Close to half a year. But I've met people who've been here longer. Years.

[universal_charm]

_{[ After all this time on the ship and in the Fleet, you learn to get a sense of who is new and who is a veteran. Had he spoken to everyone? No. But there's a... look to the new people. A feeling, like a shiny coin not yet tarnished. He spies the child wandering the halls of the Marsiva, looking confident to his eye, but more searching than having a direction. ]}

You looking for someone?

[sweetlies]

[He lifts his head and eyes the man for a moment. He'd never say he's not tarnished but comparatively, he could be.

Jim isn't quite wrong when he speaks up, but it's something rather than someone. Ciel still answers with a shake of his head though.]

I doubt I'll find anyone familiar here, I'm hardly so lucky. I was hoping to find somewhere with tea.

[universal_charm]

Always tea with you Brits.

_{[ He shook his head, but he motioned for Ciel to fall in and walk with him. ]}

Best bet is the kitchen, though I can't guarantee on the quality of anything there in regards to tea. I'm a coffee man myself.

[sweetlies]

[Watch as the teen bristles a little!]

It's better than coffee. You don't have to add so much cream or sugar to fight the bitterness. [He'll fight you, Kirk.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He looks down at the teen and chuckles. ]}

I take my coffee dark, actually. I always imagined sugar in tea was to fight blandness.

_{[ American versus British, game on. ]}

Once we get back to the main ships, you should visit Biffy’s salon. He’ll probably have something like that you’re looking for.