single mingle!!!

[poetontheinside]

Who: SS Windrose
Broadcast: Maybe???
Action: SS Windrose
When: After the Shuffle

[So the Windrose has gained a few new members, who will undoubtedly all get along like a house space-ship on fire. Alright? Let's go! Ready, set... mingle!]

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[grabthecheese]

We can figure out somewhere to keep them.

[They don't need insulation, and you don't waste perfectly good clothes. At the very least, they'll work as emergency bandages, the soldier in her is thinking.]

It's small. There's no privacy. [shrug.] We can make it bigger if we pay for it, though, and it grows if the right people join us, too.

Do you want a tour?

[poetontheinside]

[He finally figures out a place to put his excess of winter clothes-- right over there in that corner seems like a perfectly nice place. Don't trip, anyone!

He rakes a hand through his hair, dislodging a bit of confetti, but mostly getting it to stick up again. That's better, he seems to think, and he shimmies his shoulders a little bit so he can get back in this space game.]

Yeah, tour sounds good. Uh-- by 'paying' you don't mean hard cash, right? 'Cause I don't have a lotta that right now. Not even a freakin' loonie, though I guess Canadian cash isn't worth a whole lot in space, anyway. [regroup, pal] You're talkin' about the ratings? The-- credits, whatever?

[At this, he gestures at where he can sort of feel the chip underneath his skin. Mysterious things go on in there, apparently.]

[tothefly]

[The corner seems as good a place as any for that mound of coat and boots. He must have been halfway to the Artic Circle. Or maybe he just got cold easily. Natasha watches the stowing and the puppy-like wriggling out of the corner of her eye, mostly focused on Polly.]

I heard about the upgrade process. Good ratings equals better accommodations. And cash, too, Detective, yes. I guess we'll have to keep things interesting, at least until I find a way out of this mess.

Lead on, Captain. [She gives Polly a look, waiting patiently and seemingly unbothered by the confetti trapped in her hair still. Time to deal with that later.]

[grabthecheese]

That's not a good spot for it.

[Polly has several objections - although she'll let him store it there for now, until they can figure out somewhere better. But this is her bridge.

For now, though, she'll lead the way for this tour, which should take all of a couple of minutes.]

The ratings, yeah. You get paid for being interesting. [Leaving the bridge behind, and there's immediately a door on their left.] We sleep here, and that's where the lockers are, too. There's only bunk beds, but you can choose.

[Unless you're the Captain. She has her own bed.]

[poetontheinside]

[He blatantly ignores Polly when she says that-- they'll figure it out later, whatever.

He gives a groan at the mention of bunk beds, and the realization that there's no separate sleeping quarters, even.]

Oh, great, what is this, space camp?

[tothefly]

Bunk beds. It's efficient, at least. Pretty standard for most ships, as far as I know.

[For someone she's fairly certain hasn't been in the fleet for long, Polly's pretty attached to this ship. Or to her captaincy. Or maybe she just prefers order. Ray's mountain of cold-weather gear is a fight for a later time, though, and she's content to follow the tour.

The idea of shared sleeping quarters is less than thrilling. She's never slept well around strangers. But she doesn't show her discomfort, unlike Ray, instead just shooting him a quick sideways glance and looking back at Polly.]

Nervous about sharing a room with the ladies, Detective?

[grabthecheese]

[She is absolutely attached to her Captaincy and the ship. She got used to being in charge before arriving here, and this space is the only thing she can reasonably expect to protect.]

You could toss some blankets down on the floor somewhere if you clear them away in the morning.

[...as a suggestion. If he doesn't want to share.]

[poetontheinside]

That's not-- [He turns to Polly, then turns back to look at the room. Honestly, he doesn't mind the bunk beds, and it's not that he's nervous-- but he hasn't lived with anyone since the divorce, and the thought of suddenly being in such close quarters makes his skin itch.]

It was a joke. 's fine.

[tothefly]

[She has to admit to some amusement, seeing the detective look so uncomfortable. Seems like she's not the only one less than thrilled. Glancing in the room, Natasha turns back to Polly.]

Out of curiosity, is there anywhere with enough floor space for someone to stretch out without being a tripping hazard? Seems like the fleet is pretty economic with the square footage.

[grabthecheese]

[No one is happy about it. Polly is just used to tight quarters by now.]

The cargo bay might work. It's in the back of the ship.

[poetontheinside]

[He's got his shoulders hunched, his hands stuck deep inside his pockets. He looks the room over once more, then looks at Polly.]

It's a good ship, Captain. You been on this one a long time?

[tothefly]

[Cargo bay might be worth looking at. She's going to be doing a lot of exploring the next few days. It won't change the situation, but it might make her a little more comfortable in her skin.

She'll just be poking around in the sleeping quarters a moment while Polly answers the detective's question, staking out a bunk.]

[grabthecheese]

Just a week so far. The ship is just as new.

[She's watching both of them, though she doesn't mind if Natasha goes through the lockers. No one had enough on them when they arrived for there to be anything private.]

[poetontheinside]

Guess that means there's nothing much to tinker with yet, huh? [He gives a lopsided grin- trying to get a do-over on this whole crew thing, clearly.]

[tothefly]

[Natasha won't go rummaging through the lockers just yet. Plenty of time for poking her nose around when everyone's gone about their business. She does pick the bottom left bunk, since it gives her a decent view of the room and the doorway, setting her small bundle down on it before looking back to the pair of them.]

Either they really like us, to give us this shiny new ship, or they're handicapping us by giving us a ship without the upgrades. Either way, I guess they expect big things. Aside from being captain, you pilot the ship, Polly?

[Just making assumptions from how protective she got of the bridge.]

[grabthecheese]

I'll show you the engine room, too.

[Mal had taken apart her ship's engine, so apparently there's plenty to tinker with. Although Polly is just confused by it.

In answer to whether she pilots the ship:] I do. It's why I was on the bridge, though I set it to autopilot for now so we won't crash.