PAISLEY MINGLE BRUUUUHHH

[invigorates]

Who: the crew of the SS Paisley + any visitors!
Broadcast: if you want dawg
Action: everywhere on the paisley which isn't a whole lot because this crew sucks at upgrades
When: right meow

[ AYY WELCOME ABOARD JASON. ALSO CONGRATS ON BECOMING FIRST MATE JOEL. PUT ON YOUR SWEET HATS WE PARTYIN. ]



[ jk we suck. ]

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[asinisterkid]

[ And there on the bridge is Jason, complete with the new crew confetti, happy music, and dessert cream. He looks less than impressed with this attempt at merriment, and will just be shaking confetti out of his hair for a minute. ]

...You've got to be kidding me.

[ CONGRATULATIONS, PAISLEY CREW! YOU GET YOUR VERY OWN VIGILANTE WITH ASSASSIN/TERRORIST TRAINING! AND HE'LL BE COOKING YOUR FOOD! ENJOY. ]

[dadlife]

[oh hey that sure is music. and confetti. he was just coming in to try to find the captain, since she sleeps in the pilot's chair sometimes, and... you are not tay.]

... [he's just gonna. silently nod in your direction.]

[asinisterkid]

[ Look, it's a guy who communicates in ellipses and nodding. He's never had to deal with that before, nope.

He gives the stranger a sardonic little salute. ]

...I'm Jason, for the record. This happen every time new crew drops in? [ He indicates the confetti and chocolate thing. At least, he thinks it's chocolate.

Don't worry, he doesn't actually expect words in response: a nod will suffice. ]

[dadlife]

Charming, ain't it?

[oh look! words!]

Stuff ain't bad, though. Best you're gonna get.for a while.

[and yeah, tay's not in the room, so. this just got awkward for joel.]

... Welcome to the Paisley, I guess.

[asinisterkid]

Thanks. [ wry smile ]

If it helps, they gave me the cooking augment, so if there's any way to take a bunch of semisolid protein and make chili dogs, I'll be the guy figuring it out.

[ Because, come on, there is no more perfect food than the humble chili dog. ]

[whereivebeen]

[ Tay sighs when she hears the music, but it pays to know who's on her ship at any given moment, so she sticks her head in. Her mildly irritated expression shifts to actually kind of pleasantly surprised when she sees who it is. ]

Hey, whaddaya know, Jason with the custom knives! Welcome to the Paisley.

[asinisterkid]

Captain Barnam. [ BIG GRINS ] It's Jason Todd, actually. Not quite as descriptive, but a lot easier to yell.

[ He tosses a wink Tay's way. It's good to have at least one person he's on good terms with. And this also means CONVENIENT SPARRING, YAY. ]

[whereivebeen]

[ What is that wink? Who fucking winks? You know who winks? Her gay cousin when he's flirting with boys. That's who winks. What is that.

She's just going to pretend that didn't happen because wtf. ]

All right, Jason Todd, well, I can give you the tour, if you want. What augment did they give you?

[asinisterkid]

Cook. I know more about molded protein than I ever wanted to. Here's hoping I can figure out how to make it not suck.

And the tour sounds good. [ Food, sleep, and places to hide food (and weapons, and any other useful things he can get his hands on): those are his priorities. A place for sparring would also be nice, but those are the big three. ]

[whereivebeen]

Well, I can't say I'm disappointed to have someone who knows what the hell they're doing with it.

[ Tay nods and heads out to the hallway, pointing out doors as she strides down it. ]

Right so. Kitchen, bunk room - I think only Alex sleeps in there, honestly, so take whatever bunk you want - Joel's room, armory. Which has a shitty laser gun for each of us, but it's better than nothing.

Cargo bay's down there, got a treadmill and enough room to do some sparring if we don't go too crazy. Shuttles there and there - one on the left's mine, if you can't find me somewhere else I'm probably there or off the ship.

Also there's rats or something in the vents, so I wouldn't open them if I were you.

[invigorates]

[ lioriley instantly perks up at the sound of music™ that indicates the arrival of a new crewmate. who will it be this time, she wonders? will it be another cranky dude or another cranky lady? the possibilities are endless!

just kidding.

jason will soon be greeted with a dark skinned, glowing elf woman equal in height and weight to a 12-year-old, peeking around the corner with a bright smile on her face. ]

Ah - welcome to the Paisley! [ :))) ]

[asinisterkid]

[ It's a good thing Jason's used to weird: small glowing women with pointy ears aren't enough to get more than a raised eyebrow out of him. The overwhelming cheer, though, manages to make his other eyebrow go up to join it. ]

Thanks. You know, you may be the single most cheerful person I've met since I got here?

[invigorates]

[ someone has to be cheerful on this ship. ]

'Tis an unfortunate situation we have been placed in, so I certainly cannot fault most for being less than pleased about it. [ she, however, won't let it weigh her down too much. ] But I do not see why I would be displeased making the acquaintance of a new crewmate.

[ with that said, the elf then bows her head, wisps of long white hair falling over her shoulder with the motion. ] I am Lioriley, and you are...?

[asinisterkid]

[ Despite appearances, Jason's not completely lacking in respect for other people, so he returns Lioriley's bow with one of his own, inclining his head to the same degree as hers: no more, no less. He doesn't know if her culture has any kind of system of acknowledging rank via depth and duration of bowing, but either way, mirroring her seems like a safe bet for putting them on equal footing. ]

Jason Todd. Pleased to meet you.

...So, what do you do around here?

[invigorates]

Likewise, Jason. his response seems to please her well enough, if the way her smile - and those glowing lines on her skin - seem to brighten as she straightens herself once more. ]

Me, personally? I have taken on the role as the resident healer upon this ship - both by my natural abilities, and the augment that was given to me upon arrival.

[respired]

[Koltira stands a little ways from Jason, arms folded over his chest. Everything about his posture suggests 'probably too tense'.]

A child.

[asinisterkid]

[ Wow, creepypretty guy with pointy ears and an attitude problem. Well then. SMARTASS MODE: ACTIVATE. ]

Okay, let me guess... you're a member of race of extremely long-lived beings that feel the overwhelming need to roll your eyes at anyone under fifty because oh my god how can we ever get anything done with our teeny tiny lifespans, we should be in diapers or something.

[ raised eyebrow ] Am I anywhere near the mark, here?

[ Really fuck you he's a legal adult and everything. ]

[respired]

No. You're not.

[You just look like a child.]

[asinisterkid]

[ stfu he is hella manly, okay? HELLA. MANLY. ]

[ He lets out a little huff of air that might be a laugh. ]

Well, at least I tried.

[ He shrugs, not all that bothered by the fact that his smartassery totally missed the mark. It happens. ]

So. Jason Todd. New here. And it seems like I'm the cook. You?

[respired]

[Koltira winces as Jason talks, though it doesn't seem to be related to anything he's said. It's a moment before he looks up again to reply, gruffly.]

Koltira, called Deathweaver. Security.

[A beat, and then he adds--]

You will not need to cook for me.

[delincuente]

[Alex follows the welcome fanfare, and spends a moment scouting the new arrival. She's still in de facto hibernation, wrapped up in a standard issue blanket and sporting excellent bedhead. After a few moments, she steps forward and picks up a piece of confetti.]

Took me weeks to stop finding this stuff stuck in my hair.

[asinisterkid]

[ Teenage girls are, in fact, Jason's secret weakness -- not like that, he will STAB you -- so Alex actually gets something that could almost be considered a smile, albeit one filtered through several layers of, "Why yes, it does suck to be here." ]

Maybe that's the point. The festivities never end. Every time you pick a piece of confetti out of your hair, you'll be reminded all over again just how much fun it is being kidnapped.

[ with a truly magnificent lack of enthusiasm ] Yaaay.

[delincuente]

[Okay, she likes him so far. He speaks her language - sarcasm.]

Huh, pretty helpful of them. I mean, I'd probably forget and be miserable or something otherwise.

[She bends over to pick up a few pieces, and then scatters it towards him with her usual sluggish charm.]

[asinisterkid]

So festive! [ jazzhands ] I mean, that's these Atroma people all over, you know? Friendly, helpful, and above all, concerned for our well-being.

...I'm Jason, by the way.

[delincuente]

Alex. Alex Russo.

[She gives him a goofy little mock salute.]

Welcome to the Paisley, Mr. Jason.