Where's the Elf Help Section?

[holtfinder]

WHO: Moonshine and you!
WHERE: The Bishop, Town Center, near the flood plain
WHAT: Getting her bearings, making friends and influencing people, getting into trouble
WHEN: After the superhero event, as she arrived in the aftermath
WARNINGS: None, will edit if that changes

[Closed to the Crew of the Bishop] Queen Takes Bishop
Upon being informed that she's been assigned to the Bishop, the ship becomes one of Moonshine's first places to explore. The larger rooms make her height look even more ridiculous against the proportions of the ship, but she still makes a point of poking her head into as many of the rooms as possible. At one point, she even picks one of the exposed cords in the wall, following its length to see where it leads. It's as useful as anything, as any signs indicating what's where on the ship are useless to her.

One particular place to find her poking around is the Galley, where the refrigerator and freezer seem to confuse her more than anything else she's seen. "What's the use of a big box of cold?"

[OTA] Nyoom!
It's a bright day in the city center, when suddenly a grey wolf with a small purple-clad woman riding on his back bolt across from somewhere near the livestock nursery, around the fountain toward the Whale Come Sent Her. Someone's excited to stretch his legs, it seems, though he alternates between zoomies and stopping to sniff around things. It is entirely possible that those who aren't paying attention to their surroundings may be half bowled-over by an overeager wolf and his apologetic rider.

[OTA] The Wild Hunt
Eventually, Steadypaw catches the scent of a nest of piglet-squirrels toward the south end of the Town Center, tracking their scent down toward the flood plain. Those within earshot may hear a loud "AYOOOOOOAH!" from Moonshade as the pair harry their prey. If anyone's interested in a delicious breakfast of fresh piglet-squirrel meat, feel free to join the pair as they hunt. After all, Moonshade's without the knife or bow and arrows she'd normally be packing for such a hunt. She has, however, fashioned herself a slingshot and gathered some rocks, but more firepower would obviously be appreciated.

[OTA] Wildcard
Feel free to reach out on Plurk (darkersolstice) or Discord (darkersolstice#9463), but honestly if you just want to throw something random at me, I will roll with the punches!

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Bishop

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One of the rooms is currently occupied. Echo sits on one of the bunks, mostly armored, fitting a bracer over his forearm when the newest recruit appears.

And he blinks, realizing that Moonshade isn't a familiar face aboard the Bishop. "–Oh. Hello."

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It's the fact that he's armored that puts Moonshade on edge; she may not recognize all the materials, but she knows that he's dressed for combat. So she doesn't come any closer than the doorway of the room, ready to hide or run if he's going to prove dangerous to her.

Still, he greeted her casually enough, and he gets a quiet "hello" in return, her dark eyes unblinking.

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One of these days he'll have to wear something other than his armor. Or at least throw a poncho over it.

Is she a child? She's small – that's about all he can tell from this distance. Echo holds up his hands as a means to show her he's unarmed and not looking to harm her. "It's okay," he reassures. "I see I'm not the only one aboard the ship anymore."

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"I've been assigned to this ship." After a moment, she steps closer, into the room properly. Her figure is clearly not a child's--under the purple-dyed leather clothing, she's definitely a grown woman, just...in miniature. "So I came to see what it's like here."

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"Ah. Makes sense, since you were able to come aboard." As she enters, Echo stays where he is, watching her for a moment. No, certainly not a child. Just small. He waves a hand. "Feel free. You may as well get acquainted."

The room itself is sparse in decoration, but still serves its function as a place to rest or take a break from the rest of the crew if it comes to it.

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"May as well, if we're going to be working together. I'm Moonshade, of the Wolfriders." She offers a hand to shake--it only has three fingers and a thumb. "Is there anyone specific in charge here? Does the ship have a chief?"

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The clone's gloved hand meets hers, not minding the lack of a digit. "ARC-1409, of the Grand Army of the Republic. I go by Echo."

Once they shake hands, he withdraws to pick up his other bracer. "Chief...technically, we should have a captain. None of us have put a claim on that title, but I think our pilot, Poe, has enough experience to be one."

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She nods as if his full designation is very impressive. It might be, she doesn't know how to interpret it. She understands the idea of an army, and that's enough to make her ears perk, enforcing that assessment that Echo might be dangerous. "Poe is our...pilot? What's a pilot?"

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Being a soldier is ingrained into his being, but he tries his best to put her at ease. "Pilots are the people who can control a ship," he explains, simplifying the concept into basic functions. "They know how to steer, land, and navigate through obstacles if any appear."

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"Ah, so he's in control of the ship, but not necessarily in charge of us as people?" It's the best understanding she can get of the situation so far. "I see. I'll look forward to meeting him at some point. What sort of person is he?"

Of course, the answer to a question like that is as likely to tell her something about Echo as something about Poe.

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Echo nods. "He's a good man. Friendly, willing to help where it's needed. Loves his droid a little too much," he says with a lopsided grin. "But he can be serious when it counts, and I trust him with command depending on the situation." And he's being honest about it. Military ranking was thrown out the window with everything else, after all.