driftfleet | Red Fish Mingle!

A;; Kitchen
[ Throughout various parts of the day, Carl can be found in the kitchen, foraging for food. During the day, he may have a visitor or two in the form of his colorful pet lizards. Maybe he's reading a book at the table with a glass of orange drink next to him. Maybe you're wandering into the kitchen for a midnight snack and he's there, too. However it is, he'll look at whoever is in his space. ]

Hey.

B;; Hallways
[ Since everyone is back on their own ships and the Red Fish is down to one engineer again, he has to make sure the ship is in proper working condition and that nothing has changed. After investigating the engine room, he can be found checking appliances in the kitchen, or torso-first into an open panel in the wall, checking on previous repairs. Come give him a hand or startle him. Whatever, man. ]

C;; Wildcard
[ Throw a scenario Carl's way! ]

[Captain, huh? Who's bright idea was that? Not his, that's for sure.

Regardless, he'll do the best he can with it. They'd lost some crew during the Calibrations, but gained a couple new faces. It was still a bare-bones operation. Fortunately, the ship doesn't require much input to keep going.

So he dedicates some time to thoroughly exploring the ship and taking notes on what does what, what works, and what could be improved upon. And if someone with more knowledge about a certain function wants to share what they know or what they want, he'll listen.

Other than that, he can be found on the bridge or in the armory, taking stock of what they have available. He doesn't expect their attack on the Marsiva to go unpunished.]

[If he could count on one hand how many times he's come across someone half-in a wall, he'd be making a fist.

He's always been notoriously silent when he moves - people have complained back home - so he tries to walk a little more heavy as he approaches.]

Everything okay?

[He may have visitors in the form of spies, too. At least a spy. She's only somewhat colorful, though.]

Hey. Am I interrupting?

[Bucky can't say what he was expecting, in the shuffle. It sure as shit wasn't confetti and pudding, but even after only a couple of weeks here, maybe he should have been.

Of course, it doesn't add a whole lot to his very small stash of belongings - in fact, he'd like to keep all that confetti out of his room - and he figures maybe adding a mental map of the place isn't a bad plan, before he goes calling for Steve.

Before he starts trying to figure out the mess he left with his Steve - shit, there are two Steves, and two Buckys, and isn't that just a riot - right before the end of Calibrations.

Either way, he can be found wandering the ship, poking into every nook and cranny he can poke into, a slight frown on his face as he commits each twist and turn and room and panel to memory. He's certainly not unfriendly, and maybe he'd even appreciate someone pointing out that there's still a few pieces of confetti in his hair.]

[The kitchen is a very important place for a super soldier, and Bucky plans to be here often. He also desperately hopes it has coffee - which is what he's craving when he finally finds said kitchen and spots someone else already in there, too.

Well - said someone else has a glass of something to drink, so it seems reasonable to ask,] Hey - do you know if there's coffee?

[Bucky swears everyone on this ship is, like, twelve.

(Okay, they're not, but he's almost one-fricking-hundred, so he can have his little moments, all right.)

Which is why he maybe seems at least a little skeptical when he finally happens upon the armory and the person poking through it.]

Hey, [he says, from the doorway.] Is this open for anyone?

[Fourteen (maybe), give or take 70 years, thank you very much.

He looks over with a nod.]

Yeah. There should be enough for everyone.

[Which wasn't saying much, seeing as there were only four people on this ship.]

[Yeah, those 70 years in the middle there will definitely get you, every time.

Bucky does snort softly at that, but he takes a step inside, in that case.] I think we'll manage.

What've we got?

Guns. There's some small ones. [He points to the sidearms.] And a big one. [He indicates the automatic.]

Armor, too.

[But he prefers the sword hanging off his belt.]

[ Because he's distracted, Carl is still startled, but he doesn't have a heart attack, at least. Sliding his torso back out of the wall, he looks up at Nico as he rubs his hands on his jeans. ]

So far, yeah. I just wanted to make sure since we were gone for so long. I'm not..actually sure how many changes Flug made, either.

[ Carl looks up from his book and smiles at her. He's getting better at not jumping at her sudden appearances at least? ]

Natasha, hey. No, you're not interrupting. [ He even closes his book. See? Totally free. ]

[ Ah yes, food and beverage, the natural watering hole of the ship. Carl glances up from his book and nods. ]

Yeah, there's a coffee pot somewhere in here, and there are coffee grounds in the food dispenser.

[ He's quiet for a beat or two. ]

You're new, right? [ Has anyone explained the face twin thing to him yet? Is it too soon? He already kind of broke it to the other Bucky the wrong way. ]

[Very convincing, Carl, very convincing.]

What are you reading? Something good?

[Bucky tries not to sigh too loudly.] Small ones and a big one. [He repeats.

He's in sniper hell, here.

Still, he steps forward to actually inspect the options, including the armor, mentally weighing it as best he can against the one uniform he's got with him. And then he notices -] Is that a sword?

Thank God, [he murmurs, and sets to hunting around for said coffee pot and grounds.]

I am. [And he has at least had the face twin thing explained, because the next thing he says is,] I'm not the only one of me, I hear, which is weird as shit but so is everything else, I guess. You can call me Barnes. Or Bucky, whichever you want.

How about you?

Not a gun fan, sorry.

[However, thanks to his augment, he knows how to use them, and it might be useful to practice with them. Just in case.

He pauses while reaching for a side-arm, and looks down at his sword.]

Yeah. I got it on the last planet, from a magic tree. [He says with all seriousness.] But it's my sword from home.

With luck, we'll be able to find more weapons on the next planet.

Edited 2019-03-06 19:56 (UTC)

The only thing I'm aware of is the transporter.

[He'd spoken to Flug a few times, almost never about the ship itself.]

[ Traveling between ships isn't Daryl's favorite thing-- the Fleet ships are bad enough, the shuttles feel like asking for trouble, a necessary evil for getting to the relative openness of the Iskaulit or checking in on family. But after... everything, checking in on family is a big priority.

He heads over to the Red Fish and tries Carl's room first, but with no luck, he heads for the kitchen next, figuring it's a safe bet. ]

Got anything good?

[Everything that had happened was fairly crazy. They'd been trapped on the Marsiva for over a month, and the things they'd been subjected to...it was clear what they were...sort of, but not why, and that bothered Aaron more than he'd like to admit.

It'd also given him more time to think than he'd ever wanted, and he was homesick. Something about that struck him as pretty bent, really, homesick for a world that was falling to the monsters, but...that wasn't what he missed, and what he did miss wasn't around. And so, he threw himself into what he normally did whenever his own emotions were confusing: checking on his people.

Carl wasn't hard to find, either, as he made his way through the...atmospheric halls of the Red Fish. He smiles when he sees him.]

Hey.

[Bull's fond of the kid, but he doesn't usually make it a habit of coming over to this ship. It's...creepy. He doesn't get how the kid puts up with it. Still, the kitchen is usually relatively safe, and that's where he finds the kid, too.

He grins whenever Carl acknowledges him.]

Hey, kid.

He was always working on stuff, just wanted to make sure, you know? How are things with the armory?

Eh, nothing that I haven't read before. What's up?

This place doesn't really pull punches. I'll call you whatever you want me to call you.

My name's Carl, I've been here a few years now.

Not much. Thought I'd come in and see how things were going. Been a bit of a shuffle.

[Can't blame her for seeing who's still around.]

Red Fish Mingle!

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