another day on the phale boat

[principality]

Who: YOU and the crew of the SS Caprine
Broadcast: No this is a mingle
Action: ON THE SS CAPRINE
When: 4/26 until we make a new one so at least until the end of the month

[WELCOME TO THE SHIP PILOTED BY GENTLE CAPTAIN AND ACTUAL ANGEL AZIRAPHALE.

HE LOVES YOU ALL. PLEASE DON'T DRINK ALL OF HIS COCOA.]

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[deshabille]

[When Mal is not busy tinkering in the engine room, she spends most of her time in the kitchen. This is not only because the kitchen is one of the best places to look ruffled yet elegant, but because it houses the Caprine's brand new coffee machine, which arrived on board exactly when she did. Because otherwise she would eat all of you.]

[Okay, maybe not Aziraphale. He probably wouldn't taste good.]

[Once the coffee's done (a process that takes approximately three hours), she heads to the armory and pokes around at the weapons. They're a bit puzzling, all a far cry from the pikes and crossbows she's used to.]

[She wants to shoot one at something. Like, immediately.]

[grabthecheese]

[Polly is on the Caprine a lot, visiting Mal. And though her social skills are not always the best, she does at least greet the other crew members when she runs into them, tries to stay friendly so that they won't mind her being there.

And she's there again, now. She's sitting in the kitchen, and yes she's found the cocoa, which is better than Mal's coffee in her opinion. And chocolate used to be banned where she's from, so of course she's going to enjoy it while she can.

She's acting like she belongs there. It comes naturally to her. She'll also say hi first?]

[balancetheblood]

[ Lucky's new, seems to be wearing entirely black and (one shade of) purple at all times, and looks very odd. She hasn't really talked too much with her new crewmates, though she thinks they're nice enough.

They may have glimpsed her not too long ago holding hands with a certain mobster on the ship, though, and if one were nosy, one may want to ask her about him.

Just to get to know her, right?

The door to her personnel room is (literally) open, and she seems to be writing painstakingly in a journal of some sort. ]

[principality]

[Aziraphale still knocks and the doorframe, peeking in and smiling softly.]

Hello. Lucky, how are you, dear?

[balancetheblood]

[ Lucky looks up, closes her journal, and smiles.

She doesn't want anyone to see how abysmal her handwriting is at the moment. ]

Oh, hey, can I help you?