It's nothing... [open]

[windsofdaytime]

Characters: Kaoru and you!
Content: I promised an open log with this social failget over here months ago, and, well, there's no time like the present. Kaoru's all over the ship, trying to sort out her thoughts.
Setting: Around Serenity
Time: After the boxes have been opened
Warnings: Existentialism, nihilism, moral questions, and a very strange

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[anonymousryuuki]

Ryuuki had more-or-less slept through the entire fiasco when a long period of fatigue finally caught up with him. He had been surprised and a little worried to learn about what happened the morning after, but who wouldn't?

But still, dangerous cargo or not, life, as they say, still went on and there was still work to be done. Decks don't mop themselves, after all.

The mop head went back into the bucket with a wet sound and Ryuuki wiped the back of his hand across his forehead with a sigh. He stared at the now clean (practically gleaming, he thought; even though that would be an exaggeration) deck and smiled in a self-satisfied way. He was getting good at this.

[windsofdaytime]

Oh. There was that person who thought she was a ghost. Ryuuki, right. Kaoru walked over to him from the other end of the deck with her usual unimpressed expression.

"Hello."

[anonymousryuuki]

Ryuuki was busy basking (that was the only word for it) in a job well done when Kaoru came over.

"Ah. Hello, Kaoru!" He blinked, "I didn't know you could come out during the day."

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be able to? Is this because you think I'm a ghost?" This needed to stop. It was pointless.

[son_of_the_lake]

Hisoka was standing on the deck, peering up at the bridge structure, thinking of how it might be possible to mount one of the new style machine guns at the rail on top of the bridgehouse. He hadn't yet asked the Captain if he even wanted one of those things up there, or was willing to spend the money for it. But he was planning what he would say.

"Hello," he said to Kaoru, quietly in case she was absorbed in her own thoughts, or busy.

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru raised her eyebrow and walked over, following Hisoka's eyes up to the bridge.

"What's so important up there?"

[son_of_the_lake]

Hisoka replied, "I was thinking of a good place to mount some new hardware. Sometimes when one ship is pursuing another, the pursuer will try to come up alongside and crowd the other, try to panic the helmsman or helmswoman into making a wrong move while over rough terrain. I once saw a ship collide with a mountainside in the Badlands, that way."

He explained further, "When another ship's that close, a gunner can't aim fast enough with regular cannon to hit them. But one of those new guns, they're smaller, lighter, very easy to swing from side to side. Not powerful enough to punch a hole in the other ship's engine compartment, but perfectly fine for shooting out their bridge windows and hitting their captain or bridge officers."

"Sorry, today I'm pleased by thoughts of destruction." He leaned on the railing. "How's the work going?"

[windsofdaytime]

Destruction. That was a word Kaoru had heard a lot these past few days. It almost reminded her of the facility.

"All right," she said flatly. "Who are you planning to fight? You must have a reason to be thinking about more guns for the ship."

/ridiculously late tag after fail-hiatus, feel free to ignore, orzzz

[causink_trouble]

Jenka really wasn't spending much time thinking about the mysterious crates - mostly because she'd seen enough similar things in her lifetime not to find them all that interesting.

On the other hand, her job left her with little to do until one of the clank parts actually broke out of its box and threatened something. Sitting on one of the crates and listening to its contents flop around once in a while was not a very interesting way to pass the time, so she was more than usually willing to start a conversation when someone stopped by the cargo hold.

"Hi dere, keed."

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru shrugged and hopped on top of the box, large though it was. "Hello. Did you want something?"

[causink_trouble]

"Nah. But vouldn't mind zum company."

She gestured at the crate. "Dese tings gets awfully borink after a vhile."

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru tilted her head down at the crate. "Did you try talking to it, then?"

[in_the_latin]

Mal was done with Low Key and was on his way to his cabin. He still wasn't sure what to make of that guy; everything he said seemed all nice and tidy, but Mal knew he was hiding something. He just had to dig deeper.

Unfortunately, his brooding train of thought left him rather distracted, and he barely noticed Kaoru coming his way. He skidded in his steps just in the nick of time, and deftly avoided a collision with a small teenaged girl.

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru tensed -- something coming her way. She jumped back and to the side and brought her head up, already charging a shot of whatever those black blobs she shot from her hands were. When she noticed the captain stumbling, she relaxed. So that was it.

"Hm." With Kaoru, that was considered a greeting more often than not.

[in_the_latin]

Mal managed to catch a glimpse of darkness around her hands before it dissipated. Was it another one of her fancy tricks, or was it just a trick of the light? Either way, in that brief moment she looked tense, in the way a cornered rat was before it lashed out. Mal didn't like it.

"Whoa whoa whoa," he said as he held up his hands and stepped back. "Take it easy now, y'hear?"

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru looked back, expressionless as usual. "I am now." She stared. "You were thinking about something."