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]

[ 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.

[asinisterkid]

[ Huh. She glows more when happy. That's interesting. He wonders if she has any conscious control over the glow, or if it's all reflex, but asking doesn't seem like the polite thing to do on their first meeting. He'll let the question go for now. ]

Apparently I'm supposed to be the cook, but if you ever need someone else to play field medic in an emergency, I'm pretty good at keeping people from bleeding out. No magic, which I'm guessing is your thing, but I've got plenty of experience in cleaning, bandaging, and stitching wounds.

[invigorates]

You are correct: I am more accustomed to healing with my magic than I am with more - er - primitive means. Not to imply that they are not useful, of course. [ she's just used to slapping her hands over a wound and healing it in an instant; not wrapping them in bandages and waiting for it to close on its own. ]

It is good you have extensive knowledge outside of your assigned augment, though. And come to think of it, I do not know if any one else here has bothered trying to cook much of anything...

[asinisterkid]

[ ...Excuse you? ]

Right, here's a tip: if you want to get along with us primitives from places where 99% of us couldn't do magic if we tried? Maybe try using words like "less efficient" or "more invasive", or, I don't know, anything but what you used. ...Barbaric's out, too, in case that was on the list. [ His tone's deceptively mild: he's trying to be helpful, and not just come across as profoundly irritated... though his irritation is, indeed, profound. ]

Unless your magic is really just sufficiently advanced technology, odds are you won the genetic lottery when it comes to the ability to manipulate unseen forces. We didn't. So the end result comes across as a little like a sparrow calling a dog's mode of transportation primitive because dogs don't fly. Gets you a whole lot of growling and nothing constructive.

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[ as jason starts into his rant, lioriley just stares, utterly bewildered by the response. soon enough though, the lines across her skin dim, head bowing slightly like a child being scolded by their mother. ]

Forgive me, I misspoke. I would never assume you, nor anyone - human or otherwise - to be primitive or barbaric. I will be sure to use a less offensive word the next time. [ if there's a next time. all she manages to do is annoy everyone on this ship - it's really a terrible habit she's forming! ] All I meant was that I am not as practiced in the art. Though that is hardly an excuse for being so rude.

[asinisterkid]

Hey, it's... mostly, little stuff like that is a drop in the metaphorical bucket. Tiny annoyance at best. But all those little drops add up. [ crooked smile ] And you just happened to get saddled with someone who got his fill of well-meaning condescension a few years back.

[ Because someone like him should've been groveling on his knees in gratitude that someone like Bruce Wayne would take him in, so he didn't end up in an inevitable life of crime and/or addiction. You know how those poor people are. Bruce is so generous, letting an unfortunate like that into his home... And while he never got that kind of attitude from Bruce of Alfred, he encountered it plenty at Bruce's society functions, when the rich and powerful thought he couldn't hear them. Years later, it still rankles. ]

Don't worry too much about it, just don't repeat the mistake, and we're cool.

Besides, I kind of envy you the ability to fix things. If we had that ability back home... well, I probably wouldn't have half as many scars, for one.

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[ it's difficult for her not to worry, but she doesn't say as much aloud - just nods her head in silent understanding. she'll be more careful in the future.

his next comment, however, has her looking back up to him again; expression softening. ]

I was told once before that a warrior should embrace his scars, for they are signs of survival and fortitude in times of hardship - that they are the gifts given to the strong to remind them of their victories - and sacrifices.

[asinisterkid]

Gifts or not, if I live another fifty years, I'll be complaining about them every time a cold snap hits.

[ For all that his tone's wry, there's a hint of gratitude in his expression when he looks over at Lioriley. She's at least trying to make him feel better, and that's pretty rare in his life. ]

[invigorates]

Do things like that happen often to humans with plentiful scars? [ she's genuinely curious about this. wow. ]