[OPEN] Newcomer Getting His Sea Legs

[sixthdeadliest]

Who: Six, OPEN
What: August catch-all
Where: All over the ship
When: All of August
Warnings: Six is a former mercenary assassin who only recently quit the business from his own perspective thanks to losing six years of his memory. He's also never had a vacation before and has quickly decided that they're overrated.


[Wandering Around]

The best thing to do in unfamiliar territory is to scope out the situation. There really aren't many places to stalk around here (surprisingly enough) but things are so spaced out that he isn't sure if there just aren't that many people on board overall or if the ship's even larger than he'd originally thought. Or both.

He eyed each new place warily, eyes darting about the space behind the sunglasses. He didn't trust any of this nonsense right now, to be honest.



[Gathering Necessities]

He wasn't sure if he should be insulted that the tacky clothing shop had so many green suits in his size. However, with no way of getting his combat armor back that he could see, the slightly-familiar suits would do.

With a couple of extra suits in hand, time to gather the rest of what he absolutely needed.



[People-Watching]

In trying to learn more about the ship itself, it was equally important to learn about who was on the ship.

Six could sometimes be found on the outer fringes of an occupied open area, watching people coming and going. It was probably a bit creepy...not that Six would be bothered by such a thing.



[Meeting the Roommate (Private to Prisoner Number 6)]

The doors to the cabins were heavy. It made sense given if water had flooded the room, the space would need to be sealed off before flooding the rest of the ship. At least it'd be easier to tell if someone was trying to break in.

He looked around the space, seeing no one else but clearly seeing evidence that he wasn't going to be alone now that he wasn't being more or less dragged about to the safety drills.

Comments

[sixthdeadliest]

Six shrugged his shoulders. "It is what it is. Just have to make the best of it and stay alert for trouble."

He and César weren't friends, but he could tolerate the man up to a point. It's just, well, there's that elephant that liked to hang out in the room from time to time which was very inconvenient.

[lightconductor]

"In my experience, the trouble around here is infrequent but severe, so yes, stay alert."

Watson lets out a sigh and thumbs his way through a rack of linen trousers. Nice and breezy without being shorts, which is an important thing for him. "But then there are these rather mundane tasks, like finding new clothes to wear that are not too terribly tacky."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Not sure if I should be insulted it wasn't hard to find my preferred clothing."

Green suits were not tacky.

[lightconductor]

Watson laughs a little, then presses his lips together in an attempt to suppress it. Eccentric, yes, but not tacky.

"I prefer to think of this shop as having some hidden gems. I've found a few rather nice linen waistcoats in here. With the weather on this ship, I don't want wool in any case."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Definitely wouldn't help if you fell around all this water. The wet wool would pull you down."

Of course Six's mind went straight to "How could wool be used to kill someone?"

[lightconductor]

"Yes, well." Watson shrugs a little. This does not actually strike him as being a terribly strange connection to make. "I'm not sure that's better or worse than trying to tread water until you're unable, in the vain hopes of someone realising you've fallen overboard. I suppose someone has let you in on the fact that death is impermanent here?"

[sixthdeadliest]

"I have by a mutual acquaintance of ours."

Unless there was another Dr. John Watson on board.

[lightconductor]

"Ah. César has told you that, then. Good."

Is 'good' the right word? He can't think of a better one. Watson gives a little sigh. "Well, having died the once, I don't recommend experimenting with it unnecessarily. Unpleasant experience, never mind that we don't know if it will always be impermanent. That's my own perspective, of course."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Personally, I'd rather avoid testing the limits of dying here. I don't understand how some people can be so cavalier about it."

[lightconductor]

"No, neither can I," Watson agrees. "I think at this stage we know far too little to make assumptions one way or another. But some of us here... are less rational about it, I suppose."

He shrugs.

[sixthdeadliest]

"I suppose if you're resurrected each time you die, you start taking it for granted."

Six intended not to end up in that position.

[lightconductor]

"Well, I only have the one on my record, and that's quite enough for me, thank you."

Not that it's entirely in his control. He knows that. God forbid someone drops a moon on him or something. "But plenty of people have managed not to die at all, so there's something. It's not so inevitable as all that."

Watson lingers over a shirt, and then snorts. "Good Christ, this shirt costs more than a year of my wound pension."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six paused. "You were a medic?"

[lightconductor]

"Second Anglo-Afghan war," Watson says, still looking at the shirt. "Wounded in action at Maiwand, 1880."

Well, the money's not real, so the price tag can hardly be said to mean anything. He takes the shirt off the rack and holds it up to look at, then flashes a brief, grim smile in Six's direction.

[sixthdeadliest]

"During the height of the British Empire's expansion, I'm guessing?"

It seemed to be at about the right time. Maybe a little later, closer to the end.

[lightconductor]

"I suppose so, yes, though it's hard for me to judge the progress from in the middle of it."

It's hard to really pin down exactly how he feels about that these days. Conflicted, mostly. Patriotism only goes so far.

"I came here from 1892, you see."

[sixthdeadliest]

So very long dead from his perspective.

"Early 2010's for me, but it's possible my Earth isn't yours' future."

[lightconductor]

"Yes, certainly some of the stories others have told me of their world don't match the reality that I know, point in time aside. Some are closer than others. That's before you get into the worlds where people speak of magic and demons and the devil only knows what else."

Watson waves a hand, irritated. Magic.

[sixthdeadliest]

"Not a fan of the idea myself, but at this point I figure it's not worth my time to argue the point to death. Just accept that different worlds have different nonsense rules."

It was that or give himself a migraine.

[lightconductor]

"I've had to make the same conclusion. I can't very well claim that all these people's lived experiences are false. Clearly they believe it, and some of them have evidence to that effect."

It's very rude, though.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six wasn't sure about the whole "lived experiences" part. Lived experience could be influenced by one's perception of the world, after all, and someone's perception of events might be inaccurate since they might not have the full story of what was happening at the time. They weren't being deceitful on purpose, of course, but they also weren't sharing the truth.

However, he decided not to raise the argument. If there was only one thing he'd learned since waking up with six years missing, it was when to back down from giving himself a headache.

He finished selecting his extra suits before walking to the front counter, not really sure what else to say. Carrying on a conversation didn't really come naturally to him.

[lightconductor]

Ah, that's the end of the conversation, is it? Well, fortunately, Watson is used to eccentrics.

"A good day to you," he says, and turns back to his own hunt through the racks. "Do take care."

[sixthdeadliest]

Sorry, Watson. He really isn't the chatty type.

"And to you."

At least he could be sort of polite, right?