Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it . [Open]

[distortedbrand]

Characters: Fang and Open!
Content: Fang, a new Pilot on the Convoy because Jim is handwaving the job request will be poking around the Convoy.
Setting: Anywhere on the Convoy, or in Licere, if you'd prefer.
Time: Probably not long after the water going cold business happens, but before the weird anonymous network post.
Warnings: Whatever you

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Hangar

[dontkillmebro]

Sara was worried about the water, but if they were going to find anything out about it, she'd have to be ready. With this in mind, she went to the hangar to check on her plane. She placed Emily on the seat and began to look the plane over until she heard somebody walking in.

"Hm?" She looked up and blinked at the unfamiliar face.

[distortedbrand]

Fang, while she had been taken on as a pilot, didn't have a plane as such. She wasn't without the necessary equipment for her job, but she had little use of the hangar. Even so, it was probably the ideal place for launching her plane-substitute, so she decided to familiarise herself with it all the same.

She looked back at the girl who had turned round and raised a hand in greeting. She was looking a plane over, so she guessed that made her a new coworker.

"Hey," she said, deciding against looking either confrontational or suspicious.

[dontkillmebro]

Sara nodded and climbed out of the oddly magenta aircraft, dusting herself off.

"Hello. You're new?"

[distortedbrand]

"That's right," Fang replied, putting one hand on her hip. "I've been taken on as a pilot, so I figured it might pay to get a good look in here."

She glanced around a little, then back at Sara's plane.

"She yours?" She asked.

Training room

[princelyspirit]

Utena's jacket and undershirt were set aside, and she stood alone in the training room, clad only in her trousers and a plain, drab gray corset designed for women with more active lifestyles than usual. Most of the crew were busy with other duties and none of them required training, which meant that this was the perfect time to get some practice in herself. She picked up one of the wooden training swords and went into her stance; it was time for some warmups.

[distortedbrand]

The training room was one of Fang's last ports of call. It wasn't exactly a necessary place to check out, but given her rather battle-happy personality, it was somewhere she wanted to see. So, with her weapon on her back and an air of self-confidence despite not knowing the ship yet, she pushed the door open.

It seemed ideal at first glance. Spacious, orderly and stocked with a variety of wooden training weapons and dummies, for those training alone.

Of course, Utena was pretty difficult to miss, too. Fang wondered briefly whether she was one of the people employed to train others, or simply another crew member with time on their hands and no desire to spent too much time in the hot springs. She stayed near the door, not wanting to interrupt her.

[princelyspirit]

"Hya!"

Utena swung the wooden sword against the air, but before she could continue, she heard the door swing open. She quickly straightened herself up and, sword at her side, she turned around to see who had entered. The woman was unfamiliar; was she a new crew member, or one of the ship's rare guests?

"Hello," she said as she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her hair. "Can I help you?"

[distortedbrand]

Fang shook her head, a slight smile playing at her lips. Well, the training supplies looked adequate, at least. A variety of weapons that were blunted to prevent injury in sparring, which seemed both amusing to her, and useful, and available to whoever wanted them, by the looks of things.

"You tell me," she said, giving a casual shrug. "Is this place free for the crew to use, or do you only get to train here by appointment?"

Well, she wanted to make sure. It was wide-open enough for her to practice with her own weapon and, looking at the wooden weapons, there were some things at least similar to what she was used to if bloodless sparring went on.

The hallway near crew quarters

[daggersinsmile]

Dinobot had resigned himself to the fact he was, regrettably, on a crew full of organics. But he did not like it, and made sure he'd made the Captain aware of the fact. Still, he was the ship's only Quartermaster, and he was going to do his job. If that meant he had to at least know the crewmember's names, then so be it. He did not fail.

At the moment, he was patrolling the ship in Beast Mode. There was no reason to use his Robot form to perform that duty.

[distortedbrand]

Fang walked the ship leisurely, but always seemed to be on the alert. It was lucky really, because when she saw a dinosaur up ahead, she didn't pause for a second before pulling her staff free of the holster.

"What've we got here?" She asked, sounding nearly conversational. "Of all the things I expected to find on a ship... I've gotta hand it to you; you're probably right at the bottom of the list."

The corridor was probably too narrow for her usual method of staff-based combat, but if that thing ran at her, the least she could do would be skewer it.

[daggersinsmile]

Stopping in his tracks, he glanced at the weapon, and then at it's owner. His eyes narrowed. "I admire boldness only to a point, organic. If you want to challenge me, you'll have to do it in the combat room." Dinobot, of course, was ready for a good fight at any time, but Prime had made it clear he was not to hurt any of his crew.

Still, the velociraptor could not hide his grin as he looked down on the woman. "Though I'd hardly call it a challenge."

[distortedbrand]

Somehow, Fang managed react without surprise at the fact that the raptor could speak. It was unusual, sure, but certainly not unknown. Besides, what did she know? Maybe monsters spoke with a human tongue now, who was she to say what was normal three hundred years after her time?

"Oh, really?" Fang said, putting one hand on her hip and arching an eyebrow in defiance. "You might wanna quit judging books by their covers, lizard."

Granted, she didn't know that he was a, ah, 'robot in disguise', but in all fairness, she'd been raised in a town where skirmishes happened with monsters of his ilk all the time on the borders. She'd had fun hunting them down to prevent them becoming repeat offenders, too.

Records Room?

[scaredbrilliant]

A lot of people taking their first tours of the ship didn't bother with the Records Room, just took a look at the sign on the door and decided that sounded too boring to be worth a look. It didn't help that Justin usually kept the door closed, or at least only slightly cracked - watching people pass by in the hallway made it difficult to concentrate.

Not that doing records required that much of his concentration in the first place, but he liked the peace and quiet.

[distortedbrand]

As well as taking the plan of the ship into account, Fang had taken it upon herself to familiarise herself with the way that the ship worked. When she saw the room that the sign on the door, she almost walked right past. A thought struck her before she did, and, given that, she pushed the door open, knocking twice before she did.

"Anybody home?" She asked as she did. When she saw the Records Keeper at the desk, she raised her eyebrows. "Ah, it looks like there is somebody holed up in here."

It was neat and orderly she noticed, but it looked like records were still stored on paper. Interesting. So the world hadn't come on that far.

this is so pathetically late. <=|

[scaredbrilliant]

Justin looked up from his papers at the knock, but whoever it was didn't wait for an invitation before coming in. And... who was that? He hadn't gotten the paperwork for the new crewmember yet, so her arrival caught him by surprise. He was not very good with those.

He looked a little intimidated, both by her brisk manner and simply by the fact that she was a stranger in a place where he wasn't expecting strangers. "Yes," he answered unnecessarily, after a slightly too long pause as he thought about who she might be. "...Hello." Not sure how to deal with the situation, he left the initiative to her.

/doesn't mind all that much! XD

[distortedbrand]

Typical, Fang thought, looking at him. He was clearly the kind of man more at home with books than, well, manly things. It made sense that he'd be tucked away in a room full of filing cabinets.

"I guess you haven't got my papers yet," she said, using it to cover the fact that she was basically poking around for her own amusement. At least it sounded important, that way.

It helped, of course, that she was beyond having papers. By all accounts, she was probably best considered legally dead.

Mess Hall

[prelunartension]

Angua had prowled the ship as a wolf, and as a human. It was new territory, and she wanted to know it so that she'd also know if anything was out of place. It would be a while before she could relax, she knew, although she didn't want to explain why that was out loud. It was bad enough knowing it for herself.

The mess hall and the showers felt the most familiar. That distinctive smell of changing rooms and places where people came to eat was like being back in the Watch House at home. That was why she was sat there.

A new smell wafted in, and Angua turned her attention towards it. This one was new even by current standards.

[distortedbrand]

When Fang stepped into the mess hall, she looked around. There were less people than she would have expected, but that was probably a given, since the majority of the crew were likely looking around Licere or sitting in various naturally heated pools. She had to concede that it was nice for a while, but if you spent too long in them you felt like over-done, over-relaxed jelly and ended up wrinkly to boot.

Incidentally, she would probably be fairly insulted if told that she 'wafted', even by a werewolf.

Considering she was new, both in her own mind and in the nostrils of the blond girl at one of the tables, she didn't walk like a nervous recruit. Instead she carried herself purposefully forward, trying to take everything in.

[prelunartension]

Angua didn't worry about the fact that she was staring. Yes, it was rude, but this girl was new and still seemed completely at her ease in the new environment. No nervousness, no deep down worry about how others would perceive her, no concern about the opinions of people she'd never met before but would now spend considerable time cooped up on a ship with.

It was unusual. Angua liked her already.

"Hey," she said, when the new girl got closer.

[distortedbrand]

Fang turned to the voice as though a comment was expected, rather than looking surprised that somebody had bothered to speak to The New Girl. She, of course, didn't know that the person who had addressed her was in pretty much the same position, but it wasn't like it mattered.

"Hey," she replied, her voice every bit as confident as her steps.

She stood and tilted her head, waiting to see whether it was merely a greeting or the start of a conversation. The people she'd met so far all seemed to know that she was new so, despite the size of the airship, it seemed to her like they were pretty close-knit.