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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?

[sweetlies]

And I have no reason to accommodate those who demand I do so.

[He's a lord, after all. Or had been a lord in England, he'd been more or less treated like an adult in Riverview. It's a way of life he's adjusted too.]

I have been told I can be quite disagreeable. By some.

[generalgrievous]

Now that I would agree with. You are perceptive if you acknowledge this truth about yourself.

[He states that plainly with very little sarcasm and an idle gesture of his clawed hand.]

Your words insinuate that you are new here, assuming that I am familiar with this ship.

[sweetlies]

I see no reason not to acknowledge it.

[Ciel matches his gesture with a little shrug of his shoulders. It's not the first time and won't be the last, he's sure.]

Judging by your attitude, insistence on my submission to your demands, and general behavior, it's logical for anyone to assume you've been here longer.

[generalgrievous]

Now you are mocking me.

[His tone is a little defensive.]

[sweetlies]

Not at all. I tend to be much more blatant when it comes to my insults and otherwise.

[Ciel's arms cross and, finally, he moves to lean against the wall.]

[generalgrievous]

You are very bold in speech for one who appears so young.

[Grievous leans forward as if to examine Ciel closer.]

Tell me, who are you and what world are you from?

[Maybe he's a bit curious now. While he wasn't one to easily make friends, it wasn't a wise idea to always antagonize everyone here either. Strategic alliances could be made. Or at least, finding information about others could prove helpful in the future.]

[sweetlies]

[Well, he's not all terrible, Ciel supposes. Lord Randall would have still been looking down on him as just a child with a smart mouth.]

I am the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel. I was born on Earth. I came from a moon called Riverview Quarantine.

[Allies, Ciel will agree, are always a benefit. Whether that benefit is apparent in the near future is questionable though. It had taken him a little while to find use in Soma and Agni, after all.]

[generalgrievous]

[Having grown up surrounded by war, Grievous had become an expert with a rifle by the age of eight. He wouldn't discount a child simply for being young. Personal experiences could form you quickly into something powerful.]

I am General Grievous, of the Kaleesh. I am originally from Kalee but now I fight against the corruption of the Republic and the Jedi, leading the greatest droid army the galaxy has ever encountered.

[He speaks grandly; proud.]

[sweetlies]

[He may not have grown up with war or having to deal with that, but he did have to learn to ride a horse and shoot while on horseback, and in general.]

General. [A little nod of his head as polite recognition.]

I'm afraid none of that means much to me. Although, I admit, Earth is desperately far behind in comparison to Riverview and, from what I've gathered, this place. And yourself, of course.

[generalgrievous]

I had not heard of Earth before I arrived at this fleet, although there appears to be many humans here from that planet.

The technology here is... far behind some I know and yet above other planets I know of. A middle ground, perhaps.

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.

[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?

[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]

[That's good to know, at least. It'll be easier to relate with some people with that familiarity between them.]

I'm sure it was disorienting. You at least had history to go off of, I would assume?

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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[wakemelater]

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

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

[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?