Action; OPEN

[nomirage]

Who: Mirage Jenius and everyone else!
Broadcast: No.
Action: SS Iskaulit
When: Post Calibrations/Bombing the Marsiva


[The trip to the SS Iskaulit is a twofold one. First and foremost of course, it's a shopping trip. Since her arrival Mirage has only had her flightsuit and Mikumo's borrowed clothing to rely on. It was a problem she had meant to rectify quickly but the whole mess with dreams and not dreams and everything else had meant it was a no go.

Now that things had quieted down, Mirage was determined to stock up clothes she could call her own and ones she felt were more... appropriate. Not that Mikumo has a bad fashion sense but she definitely didn't have Mirage's brand of fashion sense.

... Or what little bit of fashion sense she did have. Whatever.

The second reason is simply to get a chance to stretch her legs and be somewhere besides where they had been trapped for weeks and the SS Starduck. She'll endeavor to spend most of the day wandering the whole of the SS Iskaulit, getting a lay of the land with the vessel and nosing into stores and other areas alike.

At the beginning of the day she can be chiefly found availing herself of the Gym once it becomes clear there are no clothing shops in sight. How can there be no clothing stores?! She sticks to mainly the bikes or treadmills for now, noting that she hasn't had a chance to work out in several weeks and ought to go back to the routine slowly.

The Community Gardens also strike her interest and she takes the time to stroll through them leisurely, seeming relaxed and fairly content. The gardens isn't exactly a park and she seems keen on looking over the plants and learning what each of them are and where they originally came from.

Eventually she can be run into at The Melting Pot for lunch or dinner, one of those. She seems determined to look over all of the menu and maybe try some dish she had never eaten before. If she's going to have a day of exploration then food might as well be included too.]

Comments

Melting Pot

[abracafcku]

[When Mirage enters the Melting Pot, it's nice and quiet. The perfect atmosphere for a simple, relaxing meal. And every meal is delicious, of course, and there are quite a few new and interesting ones on the menu.

However, once her order is in and ready, that nice little quiet moment?

Totally over. The plate is served and Taako's the one on the other end, grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear.]

So, you still working on that dance routine?

[nomirage]

[Mirage had been looking over a book she had picked up at the library and so at first looked up with a surprised expression. And then as the dots connected and slammed into one another seconds later, her expression grew quickly annoyed.]

Of course not. [Huff.] What are you doing here?!

[She regrets asking that the moment it leaves her lips. It's obvious what he's doing here, Mirage. Please don't give him more ammo.]

[abracafcku]

[Oh, delicious. She's still mad at him. Taako's smile grows impossibly larger and he wiggles the plate at her.]

Nothing much, just making sure you don't die of malnutrition. Is biting the hand that feeds you another one of your skills, nerdlord?

[nomirage]

[She'll stay mad. Forever, in fact. That's just how Mirage does this.

And while she stays mad, she'll take that wiggling plate before he can taunt her with it anymore.]

The person who cooked this is feeding me. You're just delivering it.

[abracafcku]

[This is rich. Taako sets the plate down and pulls the table placard out that advertises today's specials. It proudly proclaims that today's dessert is a fruit pie and that cream puffs are available on demand. It has a flourish of painted flowers in all four corners and a notice about the special meal of the day, and then?

Right at the bottom it says:

The Melting Pot is Under New Management:
Head Chef: Taako

He sets the little placard right in front of Mirage and waits.]

1/?

[nomirage]

[... What?]

[nomirage]

[Oh no.

Oh no.]

[nomirage]

[Mirage abruptly bows her head. The floor never swallows her up when she wants it to.]

4/4

[nomirage]

[Inwardly Mirage seethes but her goody two-shoes needs dictate an apology. This asshole right here, oh my god.

Her expression is tight to say the least.]

Forgive me, I'm being rude.

[axi]

[Kaname's entrance into the gym for her mid-morning workout provides her with a familiar face that's currently fixated into quite the scowl.

She makes her way over to check on the pilot, careful not to startle her.]

Mirage...?

[nomirage]

Hm?

[A little too quick, a little too sharp. She immediately softens when she notes it's Kaname however.]

Good afternoon.

[axi]

Hi. Are you doing all right?

[It's a fair question. Kaname's checked on her own crew, and Mirage is considered that at the very least. It's only right she follow up with her as well.]

It was a crazy few weeks.

[nomirage]

I'm alright. I came hoping to find clothing but...

[A long sigh goes here. It's followed up by a light smile however.]

It's nice to get the chance to go outside though.

[Well, as outside as being in another ship could be.]

[axi]

Ah, I see. It's nice to be able to get things of your own. Hopefully the next system lends itself to that. [lol it doesn't]

I sort of missed the Iskaulit a little, as weird as that sounds.

[nomirage]

[Why is life so cruel. At least Mirage can laugh over missing the Iskaulit though.]

I understand. Being cooped up in one place when you've had room to roam is definitely stifling.

[Here she pauses to stretch.]

I'm just glad to be able to get a workout in again.

[vartex]

[She'll find an unusual sight when she arrives at the garden- namely, Messer of all people already here, seated on one of the benches and just kind of chilling in the ambience, his eyes closed. He's wearing his bracelet, and there's a little blue earbud in one ear, but if it's playing music, it's too soft for anyone around it to hear.]

[nomirage]

[Oh. Messer was definitely the last person she expected, that's for sure. Her memories of the calibrations are all soft and dreamlike but she's fairly certain the last place she saw him was in one of those. Maybe?

Something, something, love triangles. Something, something, sap.

She debates a moment whether she ought to disturb him or not but then she recalls Kaname's words that she ought to talk to the man more. This wasn't back home and he wasn't exactly her commanding officer here so...

A moment of debate later and Mirage steps into his line of sight, making her presence clear before she speaks.]

Good afternoon.

[... Why is this simple thing so awkward????]

[vartex]

[Poor Mirage, so many hangups. Messer opens his eyes to glance over, a little surprised to see her here as well, but within a second or so he nods.]

Good afternoon. I didn't expect to see you here.

[nomirage]

[At that Mirage smiles faintly.]

I'm just here for the opportunity to walk around honestly.

[vartex]

That's fair.

[He turns his gaze back to the plants; he'd stopped to sit near some flowers, the location mostly for convenience, but also...]

That ship was awfully dark and grim. Even I can admit that it's good to see some colour again.

gardens

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa actually likes the gardens even if they aren't gardens quite like she's used to back home. It's the closest she can get to a Godswood, anyway, so she spends a good deal of time within them when she's not sewing, training or with Tyrion. The woman she spots walking just ahead of her looks familiar; is she a passenger on her own ship? Sansa calls out a tentative hello. )

Hello? Pardon my interruption but are you possibly from the Starduck?

[nomirage]

[The call has Mirage pause in her steps, turning to glance back. Ah, a somewhat familiar face! She might not know everyone's names yet but she certainly recognizes them... at least a little.]

That's right. I arrived just before ... well, everything that happened lately.

[Memeories, Marsiva, take your pick.]

I'm Mirage Jenius.

[theladyofwinterfell]

My pleasure, Mirage. I am Sansa Stark. I know your face but I am terrible about not introducing myself sometimes.

( She tips head a bit in deference; she's grown out of curtsies finally. )

[nomirage]

[Mirage's smile turns bemused.]

I would say after last month, introductions have been delayed more than anything else.

[Alright, socializing. She's not terrible at this at least.]

I believe I'm the only pilot on the ship at the moment. What augment are you?

[theladyofwinterfell]

Communications, actually. I am glad we have a pilot now. It means we can do a bit more in the Fleet, from what I understand.

( Sansa doesn't fully understand augments in spite of Tyrion's attempts to explain them to her. She'll put it all together someday but, for now, she has to work them out on their own. )

Do you have experience with ships like these?