who's steering this thing anyway?

[openhands]

Who: Red Fish Crew
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Red Fish
When: after dat shuffle

Ugh!

[The burst of confetti goes completely unappreciated once Cassandra is moved to the bridge of the Red Fish. She brushes it off her shoulders and bends over a little to brush it out of her hair. Just when she thinks this couldn't get more absurd, she's proven immediately wrong. No one mentioned confetti to her when they said she'd be transferred to another ship soon. They also didn't mention the teleporting either, but the confetti is easier to be annoyed with because it's concrete.]

[Once she's fairly certain she's managed to get the confetti off her, she's doesn't hang around on the bridge for long. She completely ignores the music and the dessert. Someone else can have it. She'd rather get her bearings and inspect parts of the ship. Like the armory.]

[Maybe especially the armory.]

Comments

Day after shuffle?

[killedwithlove]

[It's probably not a surprise when Cole turns up. He tends to do that, popping up when he's least expected–or wanted sometimes–but he turns up with a book that he bought, not stole.]

Hello, Cassandra. I found a book. The lady who traded it thought it was very steamy, but it's quite dry. I checked.

[openhands]

[Thankfully, when Cole pops in, Cassandra is not up to anything that requires a delicate hand or careful amount of attention because his seemingly sudden appearance still startles her. She's sitting on the edge of her bunk, pulling on a boot and jolts when he suddenly speaks. Of course, this means that the top of her head gets a swift introduction with the frame of the top bunk, but details!]

[She growls lightly as she rubs her head with a hand.]

She didn't mean literally, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole winces at the clunk and reaches up to his own head briefly, but drops his hand back down.]

Here. For you.

[The guileless look is probably genuine. But the thing is... you can't be sure he didn't full well understand.]

[openhands]

[Cassandra takes her hand away from her head to take the book from Cole.]

You traded something for this?

[She's equal parts surprised and not at all surprised. Cole could have easily just taken it without being caught as he was so prone to moving things in Skyhold without anyone noticing. But he has seemed very intent on doing the right thing as best he can.]

[killedwithlove]

[He nods.]

Money. I gave them money. We get money, but I don't understand why or what for.

I got this for you.

[He holds it out to her.]

[delicioustea]

[ At some point he'll be running into her. Probably on his way to or from the kitchen.

He hasn't met this woman, which must mean she's new after this week's Shuffle. He'll approach with a smile ]

Ah, you must be our newest crew member.

[openhands]

[She doesn't return his smile, but she's not scowling at him either. So, that's something. Cassandra also doesn't waste time with restating what he already knows.]

Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast. And you are?

[mortalcoil]

[and standing between her and the armory, summoned from the depths of his bunk by the merry sounds of a new arrival, is a scarred-up kid with one eye.

he's standing just on the other side of the doorway leading out of the bridge, just watching. and he's not exactly a large person, but he is standing where there isn't enough room to comfortably step right around him and out into the hall.

that part might be intentional.]

[openhands]

[Cassandra takes note of the boy's appearance. Between all the civil unrest and the Blight in Thedas, she's used to seeing bodies marked and marred by conflict. But it does stand as a stark contrast against others that she's seen here. She looks him over briefly before addressing him.]

Is there something you wanted?

[She's not as gruff as she might normally be with someone standing her way. He's young. Too young for that many scars. And Cassandra is not without a heart.]

[mortalcoil]

[he doesn't answer her, but the unflinching way in which he's standing in front of her is pretty communicative.

he lifts his chin, maybe in acknowledgement, and he looks her over right back. and that's it.

he just stands there in silence, seeming expectant.]

[openhands]

[Cassandra rests a hand on a hip and shifts her weight back onto it that same hip.]

Can you not speak?

[mortalcoil]

[he doesn't hesitate much before shaking his head.]

[theboogieman]

[the good news: the armory is very well-stocked and impeccably maintained.

the bad news: the armory is guarded by someone who's getting tired of these women just showing up and snooping around his space. what's up with that? why does that keep happening? regardless of how much she's already been bothered, on her way out of the armory, she'll run into Zhas.

he's, you know, a guy with a big dark coat, dimly-glowing, orange eyes, and his face painted like a skull. he intercepts her in a doorway, making it very hard to get past.]

[openhands]

[Fortunately or unfortunately, Cassandra is not easily intimidated even with his eyes, face, and general imposing figure. She stands tall, but without tensing. Tensing just makes it easier to freeze at precisely the wrong moment.]

You're in my way.

[♪]

[theboogieman]

[he... ignores that. but if she's not tense, he's not tense, which is already making this go a dozen times better than it could have.

he looks her over, pretty purposefully--noting her face scars, how tall she is, her physique, her posture, her generally imposing demeanor. mostly he notes that she seems very... human. no weird magic, no unusual, alien features. that feels like... a first, almost.

and he recognizes her from over the network, however brief, and figures she wouldn't actually be here unless she was transferred, so.

...he really has no reason to get in her face. d i s a p p o i n t i n g.

but he moves aside. she can go.]

[openhands]

[She steps past him, but without breaking eye contact. Mistrusting? Her? Never.]

What are you?

[theboogieman]

Human.

[mistrusting is not exactly the wrong way to be. he doesn't break eye contact either. his voice is... about as warm as a gravel driveway. deep and monotone. creepy.]

We've met.

[blindoptimism]

[It's not long after Cassandra arrives that she'll hear a mechanical whirring sound coming from behind her. Yep, in contrast to all the other lovely Red Fish crew members, she's about to be approached by a teenage girl in a wheelchair :) She nods her head respectfully as she approaches, stops her chair, and folds her hands in her lap]

Hello, it's a true pleasure to meet you. My name is Nunnally. Am I right in assuming that you are our newest crew mate?

[openhands]

[Cassandra gives the girl a cursory look as she approaches and stops her chair. She's seen some young looking faces around here, but this girl looks the youngest she's seen yet.]

What gave it away? [she says, dryly.] Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast.

[blindoptimism]

[ha... her smile looks a little wry at the joke, but she presses on in the conversation]

Welcome to the Red Fish. Although, I should ask first, do you have any intention of transferring to another ship? [her job is communications, and she makes it her business to know what's going on in the network. She remembers this woman's voice, vaguely, and that she knew quite a few people]

[openhands]

Not for the time being, no.

[She doesn't know how necessarily needed she is here on the Red Fish, but she won't necessarily abandon post simply to be near people she knows.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Syeira has been keeping busy with finding and acquiring things needed to repair the ship. She's coming back with one more strange metal thing, and happens upon Cassandra in a hall.

The Red Fish doesn't really get visitors, but regardless, Syeira smile, friendly, nods politely.]

Good afternoon, ma'am.

[openhands]

[Well, at least one person seems to be doing something on this ship. So far, most of the crew seem to not be up to much productivity-wise. At least not from what she can discern.]

Good afternoon. [She returns the nod, but not the smile.] You are?

[child_of_bhaal]

[Syeira likes to keep busy.

And the smile never falters. She shifts the part under her arm, rubs her now free hand on her pants, just in case, before offering it to the lady.]

Syeira; I'm one of the security people on the ship.

[openhands]

[Cassandra shakes her hand, her grip firm. But feel special, Syeira. She's typically felt too annoyed to shake anyone's hands when they introduce themselves and left them hanging.]

As am I. Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast.