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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[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.

[asinisterkid]

I'll take the shitty laser gun over beating someone with the furniture. What kind of damage is one of those capable of?

[ He nods as she lists off rooms. ]

So where would we go if crazy was the order of the day? [ He's genuinely curious about this: as much as he can settle for a space he has to be careful in, he's been trained in a pretty acrobatic style of fighting. Sometimes you've just gotta do flips and shit. ]

...Rats or something. Charming. Seen any of 'em outside the vents?

[whereivebeen]

From what I've tested it on? Do enough damage t'kill somebody, not enough to bust through the hull or nothing. As for the rats, ain't actually seen 'em yet, just heard 'em skittering sometimes.

[ Oooo, going crazy. ] Somewhere off the ship. Few weeks ago, that would've been Mor, it was this weird fantasy novel city or something, swords and thees and thous and crap. Few weeks from now, who the fuck knows?

Now, though, we've got a Virtual Reality dome that we can build pretty much whatever in and go nuts.

[ Teach the angel to parkour, Jason. Especially with her wings out, she could do some serious rooftop tag. ]

[asinisterkid]

Better than nothing, at least.

[ And he visibly perks up at the mention of the VR dome. ]

Anything, huh? ...I don't suppose you do any freerunning? Parkour? Whatever other pretentious word you wanna come up with for running around on rooftops like a crazy person? [ Hey, if he's going to be stuck here, he might as well get one last Gotham run in. ]

[whereivebeen]

Can't say I have. [ She grins ] Sounds like fun, though. You do that a lot?

[asinisterkid]

Oh, you have no idea. Feel like giving it a shot? Virtual reality may not beat the real thing, but there's less chance of going splat if you misjudge a jump, so... there's that.

[ Come on, Tay, you know you want to. ]

We'll probably have more room to spar, too.