♤ The spaceman says everybody look down, It's all in your mind

[deal_me_in]

WHO: Cayde-6, his crewmates (Ren-Ren, Kitty-Catra, Dapper Cap), and whoever else!
WHERE: Aboard the Starduck, over the communicators
WHAT: SPACE TRIP...?! It's been anticlimactic so far and this Exo be bored Cayde they just started
WHEN: Beginning of the trip
WARNINGS: N/A, will adjust as needed.
NOTES: Will match preferred style as tagged. Feel free to make your own threads! Shoulda thought of saying that earlier but you know, hindsight all that stuff



Finally, he's been able to get aboard a ship. He's not really disappointed either; the Starduck's a swanky little thing. Maybe a little over the top. It's fine. Over the top is fun.

He's still been quite adamant about not touching the datapoints, not that it keeps him from trying to do things without them. Probably no one aboard will notice the extra singing about the edges of his hood, and he's had worse to the face when the Agrii "death tool" had bit back. It's nice having a metal head.

Naturally he would have made a beeline for the cockpit, sat himself in the pilot seat, and would have had to be shooed away for the actual pilot to take the controls. And so the next spot he'd be found in would be the bunks, where he's totally laid claim to the Captain's because it being the only single bed, was the most obvious choice.

Lying with arms folded behind his head to stare up at the ceiling and not the underside of someone else's bunk, it serves to keep him entertained for maybe a while unless someone challenges him for the bed. He's willing to give it up within good reason, but if no one complains, this is where he's keeping his stuff.

If it was hard to keep track of the time on the Agra 10, it's even harder on a ship out in space. Thus the question he voices, both aloud and over the network that he assumes is still connecting them to their buddies aboard the other ships, he poses the ever eternally important question:


are we there yet?

Comments

[deal_me_in]

[Cayde follows along, casting dubious looks at the exposed pipes here and there.]

They gave us access to a ship. Doesn't strike me that they often allow for us a chance to get off-world. Also? The Agrii are the ones with the machine or whatever that's been bringing people in.

...and ignoring a call like that just rubs me the wrong way. But if someone genuinely needs help, I'll give it to 'em. Also don't hurt I get to possibly shoot some things in the process.

[plate_builder]

The ships are always available, but we cannot seem to manage to drive them as we wish. But yes, the Agrii are... truly seeming to limit us of their own choices.

[If they need help, then maybe the Agrii’s captives will be able to elicit some concessions from them, for their survival.]

You that eager to harm people?

[deal_me_in]

So I've been told. Being limited to which one we can even board is another thing.

Don't get me wrong- it's not wanting to harm so much as wanting to make sure anyone who aims to do so to others, can't. I'm not proud that my main skill involves having to do some damage or worse? But I do it because I know I can and not everyone else can protect themselves.

[plate_builder]

Yes. This place seems intent on keeping us unarmed. I miss my magic.

[He sighs. If he had spells then he could do things to help others.]

[deal_me_in]

Weird, that. I wonder if the Agrii will have second thoughts about all the restrictions they've been giving us if we pull this off.

[plate_builder]

I do hold hope that they will. However, I do not hold much. To do so would be foolish.

[deal_me_in]

Yeah, but I'm sure the non-natives have been restless enough that if there's nothing to show for after this? Something's gonna snap. Hopefully Agrii know how to read a room.

[plate_builder]

They clearly are not capable of such

[deal_me_in]

They better learn real quick.

[plate_builder]

Hopefully they are quick studies.

[deal_me_in]

Guess that's another thing we're gonna have to wait to find out. So who else is on this boat? Does Mini get his own bunk?

[plate_builder]

There are few enough of us for Mini to get his own bunk, but I don't think that would be wise.

[He guides Cayde out to show him around the halls toward the cafeteria.]

The young magic gentleman, Billy. A man named Hannibal that I do not know. And the one known as the Mandolorian as well as his foundling.

[deal_me_in]

No? I bet he'd have fun. All that space to bounce and roll around on.

[He's so helpful, giving Mini ideas, isn't he?

Following along, Cayde makes note of the basic structure of the ship. Probably the same with everyone's then. Just different interior decorator.]

Yeah, we're a small crew too. Just me, Steve, the cat kid and some guy who needs a haircut.

[plate_builder]

There's a child here. It probably needs the bed more.

[A very different interior decorator that Reeve does NOT approve of. He moves into the cafeteria and stops to look into it.]

I do not believe this place is very interesting, but I'm content to show you anyway. But...

[He's thoughtful. He hasn't met Steve, but he's seen the cat girl.]

An interesting ship composition.

[deal_me_in]

Oh right. Well they can share!

Yeah, so far as I can tell, our ships' layouts are the same. At least ours looks finished.

[He shrugs.]

Nice little group. No one's at anyone else's neck so that's a plus.

[plate_builder]

Yours looks finished? How so?

[Listen, this is no worse than the eponymous rocket of Rocket Town, but... he wishes for some better quality.]

There are those who are tense where you are?

[deal_me_in]

It's tricked out! Everything's shiny and it looks like wood paneling. Actually I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's nice and all, but I kinda feel like it's trying too hard. You two can come check it out- we can take the shuttle back and then I'll drop you off again.

[He blinks and then laughs, waving a hand.]

Nah! I'm just saying like, in general. Although I guess our pilot's a little intense.

[plate_builder]

[Now THAT is somewhere Reeve would like to live. Even if it was 'trying too hard'. He hits his head in here too much.]

I would be pleased to see that. And who, may I ask, is your pilot?

[deal_me_in]

Ah, that kid with the hair. Not the cat one. The Ren guy.

[plate_builder]

I admit, I don't know who that is.

[But he is intrigued. Then again, Reeve had isolated himself rather effectively, had he not. Truly he needed to meet more people.]

I shall keep an eye out for him. Oh, and don't mind the curtained off area here in the cafeteria. That was set up for the Mandolorian. He's very private, will not remove his armor around others. Billy established this as a means to grant him privacy to eat.

[deal_me_in]

Don't really know him myself, outside of the fact that he's our pilot.

[Cayde arches a brow as he pokes his head into the eating area.]

Huh, that right? One of those types, eh?

[He grins a little, nodding his understanding.]

[plate_builder]

One of those types?

[Nope, Reeve doesn't get it. But it's clearly not getting explained.]

[deal_me_in]

[Not in the least. More fun that way. Cayde's already seemed to move on, but he's not all that excited given how the ship is probably going to end up the same as their's in the end.]

Standard fare of goo and questionable beverages? I brought a few bottles from Temba if anyone's in the mood for something stronger.

[plate_builder]

Standard fare indeed.

[Reeve feels like, even though he's guiding, he's suddenly struggling to keep up with Cayde. Nice topic change there.]

Alcohol. Interesting. I haven't touched any in a long while. Might take you up on it.

[deal_me_in]

[He strolls along a moment before remembering Reeve's supposed to be giving him the tour.]

Figured there's no point letting it sit there if no one's gonna be around. And after seeing the selection, I sure don't regret it.