01 ☄ Video/Spam

[quadruplerehab]

[John's sitting in the dining hall, cup of coffee on the table in front of him, holding his communicator at arm's length with one hand.]

So. Prison ship, eh?

Tidy little business, this. Sailing the multiverse, scooping up its villains and its heroes, pitting them against each other in an epic battle for the souls of the forsaken - [He makes a grand arm gesture, pauses for effect, then relaxes and chuckles.] Classic. And I do like the period detailing. Earth, early twentieth? Thereabouts? Very post-modern. Or, you know, positively archaic. Or as-yet-unheard-of. Depends where you're standing.

...Got to wonder what the man in charge is getting out of this, though, haven't you?

Anyway. Captain John Hart. [He pulls off a lazy salute.] Delighted to be here, et cetera. Compliments to whomsoever performed the cavity search - not so much as a twinge. One small question.

[He gulps his coffee, then sets down the mug.]

Who've I got to go down on for something stronger than caffeine?

[Transmission ends, then abruptly restarts:]

Or up on, or under, or over. I'm a thirsty man of eclectic tastes.

[He raises his coffee cup in a toast, grins, then disappears again.]

[Open Spam]

[After (or possibly before, depending on how you'd like your thread to go) making his presence known, John goes wandering. He's got the brisk, slightly distracted affect of someone who's waiting to find something that's actually going to keep their attention for more than five minutes.

As such, he's going to be getting into everything, pretty much futilely. Greenhouse? Leafing around looking for anything that looks like it might be more than decorative. Infirmary? Brief step in, mostly checking the lie of the land and the sadly lacking possibility of swipeable medication/equipment. Library? Pocketing a couple of pens and lingering briefly in the erotica section. Deck? Distracts him for about thirty seconds before he keeps walking.

He will also be nudging a few cabin doors, just to see if they're locked and occupied, and if they're not and they're not he might be having a quick rummage. If they're not locked and they are occupied then, well, that's going to be a conversation.]

[ooc: Small addendum here regarding his thieving ways if you'd like to plot for that!]

Comments

[cabin spam]

[tucky]

[Tiffany sitting crosslegged on her bed, in what looks like a fancy hotel room. She's fiddling around with her iPod, earbuds in, but the music isn't loud enough that she doesn't notice when the door opens.

She doesn't look angry about the intrusion, but she is a little confused about why a stranger is poking his head in.]

... Yeah? Who're you?

[cabin spam]

[quadruplerehab]

[Oops. Still, he takes it in stride, smiling and leaning with one shoulder against the doorframe.]

Captain John Hart. Sincerest apologies, love - didn't mean to barge in. Got myself a little turned around. New here.

[cabin spam]

[tucky]

Yeah? Inmate or warden?

Voice

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

I believe, so long as you aren't particularly vulnerable to the demon drink, politely requesting that someone let you into the pub usually suffices.

Most people here seem to hold the opinion that first arrival on board warrants a stiff drink.

Video

[quadruplerehab]

Is that so?

[A+ top 5 favourite prisons. He tilts his head and his tone sobers, very slightly.]

And are you an individual of whom a new arrival might make a polite request?

[fridgetothefire]

How much stronger are you looking for, Captain?

[quadruplerehab]

Well now. That suggests I've got options. Who'm I talking to?

liiiiibrary

[strangehistorian]

[Chromie is deceptively passive-aggressive. As such, once she figures out someone is taking pens, she follows along behind replacing them.

She'll beam if this catches his attention. Hello! Stop that!]

libraryspams

[quadruplerehab]

[He notices her reasonably early on, lets her tag along after him for a while longer than is strictly necessary, then glances over his shoulder.]

'Afternoon. [He removes one of the two pens currently tucked into one of his many, many hidden pockets.] This yours?

[Video]

[no_tell_belle]

Well, Captain, you sure know how to make an entrance. Last I checked, however, there was no need to trade sexual favors in order to quench your thirst.

Unless you really want to, I suppose.

Video

[quadruplerehab]

[He smiles broadly, with a brief flash of teeth.]

Haven't yet found a currency I'd rather do business in.

greenhouse spam!

[godsays]

[ Zane is... in a tree. In some branches that look like they shouldn't quite support his weight.

He's tried the whole 'ladder' thing. It's just awkward, especially for a graceful Mistborn who can support his weight without touch. Better to scatter a handful of metal coins on the ground and Push against them, making his weight lighter, and just perch in the branches of the tree.

The tree is a pear tree, and it's stubbornly blooming, despite it being completely the wrong season. Zane is carefully trimming off some of the dead branches. ]

greenhouse spam

[quadruplerehab]

[Low-density humanoids (and deceptively strong trees) are nothing new to him, but he strolls up all the same to watch.

And eventually comment.]

Heard it was January.

[Oh look, spare change. He reaches down to pick up a coin.]

Deck Spam

[whatthefoxsay]

[Not everyone can find the vast expanse of space and its endless horizon beautiful, but Kira certainly does. It's highly likely that she's a warden, given the fact that she is openly carrying a katana in a sheath on her back, but one never knows - she might be a very well behaved inmate who's earned something of her own back. Technically she's in patrol, but she can't help but take a moment to admire the view, smiling brightly at the celestial infinity and offering a cheerful greeting to John as he passes by.]

Isn't it beautiful?

Deck Spam

[quadruplerehab]

Absolutely gorgeous.

[He is very obviously not looking at the stars as he says this, but his appreciation of the pretty girl (and her very pretty sword) is brief and not sleazy.]

[sharpsurprise]

[He holds up two bottles in his hands, looking slightly sheepish. He's just going to pretend he doesn't understand what 'going down on' means, because that's the easy way.]

I don't like the taste! If they'd make you happy, you can have them.

[quadruplerehab]

They would make me a very happy man indeed. You're asking nothing in trade, then? Because I'd be delighted to oblige.

[chaotica]

Well, not sure I'd call myself a hero of the multiverse. Bit pretentious, isn't it?

[quadruplerehab]

So what would you call yourself? Not just 'a warden', that's dull as dishwater, isn't it?

[videocamera]

I'm pretty sure the guy in charge just gets the joy of messing with us out of this.

[quadruplerehab]

Could be a reward unto itself, that. Good handful of species make a meal of abstract nouns. Tend to go for meatier stuff, though. Chaos. Guilt. Fear. Pain.

Redemption doesn't seem all that filling to me.

[lydiascreams]

[Considering how much this new person seems to know about the Barge already, Lydia assumes at first that he's a warden. It's not until he basically asks for drink that she starts to wonder if maybe he didn't just get the run down from a passing passenger before he made the video.]

We have a pub, if you're looking for something stronger in that sense. And we have the kitchen where you can get something not as strong.

I'm Lydia Martin. Welcome to the barge, Captain.

[quadruplerehab]

[Eavesdropping on other people's ignorance, really. The network's great. Everyone is so chatty.]

Much appreciated, Lydia.

[demolitions]

I hate to dampen your enthusiasm, but I think the only epic battle for the souls of the forsaken you're gonna find around here is likely to be on somebody's PS3. It's nice to meet you, Captain John Hart, I'm Boyd Crowder.

[quadruplerehab]

Suppose when you've got a ship like an ocean liner and you give it some understatement name like 'the Barge', you're gonna get a shortage of people up for grand sentiments.

Anyway, likewise, Boyd. Where and when d'you hail from?