[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]

So SecUnit was an actual android. A rather realistic looking one, too. Interesting.

"Dark-skinned female with blue hair." His lip curled with slight discomfort at the next words. "She claimed to be a magical girl."

[serialskiller]

SecUnit is a cyborg. But 65% is android-passing, right?

“Undine. She wasn’t lying, she transforms like a magical girl in serials. I thought for a moment you might have encountered Skulduggery. He’s easy to recognize because he has no skin or musculature. Or organs beside bones.”

[sixthdeadliest]

Honestly, you look better than other cyborgs he'd seen. No wonder he mistook you for an android.

"Haven't had the pleasure yet. Anything in particular I should know?"

So far SecUnit's intel had been useful. No reason not to ask for more if the other was giving it out for free.

[serialskiller]

“Magic user, puzzle-solver. He and Palamedes are people who know more about the actual way things work here on the metaphysical level than I do.” The computer part of his brain slides off the magic a lot of the time.

[sixthdeadliest]

"Likely know more about it than I'll understand, too."

He wasn't a robot but magic was a myth where he came from, the stuff of fantasy.

[serialskiller]

“Likely. It’s good we have them to help explain and understand matters. As far as I figure, part of my job is to ensure they’re safe to do their work.” Which is why it’s signed up for all the excursions and made a point of keeping a drone eye out for trouble, so the smart people can go do the being smart.

[sixthdeadliest]

"Self-set job or were you hired somehow?"

He had a feeling it was the former but who knew? Maybe there was some sort of organized defensive group.

[serialskiller]

"Self-set. I need a purpose, or I'd just hide in my room and watch old serials from my memory banks all day." Like a depressed human or something.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six gave a snort at that.

"That seems like it'd get old after a while."

He paused and then mentally shrugged. Why not ask?

"I've been looking for a space to properly train. Any areas that are more or less deserted on a regular basis?"

[serialskiller]

“Most people who do training activities use the sports deck, because there’s a good amount of space. But it sounds like you’re also looking for privacy? Maybe the theater or the formal dining room while it’s not serving food.”

[sixthdeadliest]

"I'd rather not have someone wander in when I'm training and end up getting killed because I wasn't able to stop in time."

Death might not be permanent on this ship, but he was willing to bet his entire "nest egg" back home that nobody would take kindly to him accidentally killing someone. Even if it was their own damn fault.

[serialskiller]

“Right. Consider picking a time when most of the ship isn’t as active, then. No one is hanging out at two in the morning on the sports deck.”

Though if Six is diurnal, that might be a pain.

[sixthdeadliest]

Mostly diurnal, but mercenary work wasn't a regular nine-to-five job. If he had to be up at 2 AM to get some proper training in, so be it.

"How long would I have until someone else showed up?"

[serialskiller]

“Probably until about sunrise? Then you’d start seeing runners on the track around the deck.”

[sixthdeadliest]

"About when would that be? 06:00?"

[serialskiller]

“A bit before that. Same time every day, though.” Which would imply they’re near the equator if they were on a planet.

[sixthdeadliest]

So either the equator of a planet or it was just easier for the Captain to keep a consistent timeframe rather than adjusting to give the illusion they were on one.

As if he didn't need more examples for why the grunts back at Providence were nervous about Breach. He'd read up on her little pocket dimension and had decided he'd wanted no part in it should she ever return from whenever she'd ended up. Experiencing a similar phenomenon on a cruise ship was not what he'd wanted instead.

"Don't suppose you know when the sports deck usually clears out completely, too? 02:00 until just before 06:00 gives me almost four hours, but that's a light workout."

[serialskiller]

"Depends on the day, really. Mornings, I've been doing training with Stede. Early afternoons, Sarge has it for training with someone I don't know well. Sometimes people actually do play sports."

[sixthdeadliest]

Six nodded his head. "Thanks for the intel."

[serialskiller]

"No benefit to withholding it. Best if everyone's at their peak."

It nods slightly.

"I might grab some food. Do you want anything?"

[sixthdeadliest]

"...If they've got any apples, I'll take one."

That was reasonably easy to check if it had been tampered with. Plus apples were his favorite.

[serialskiller]

"Sure."

Murderbot's only gone for a few minutes, returning with a plate of mac and cheese and dinosaur chicken nuggets, and a couple of apples--one mottled red, perhaps a honeycrisp or pink lady; the other green.

"I wasn't sure which you'd prefer."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Both are fine unless you're planning to eat one yourself."

Honestly, he hadn't known the android(?) could eat. Showed what he knew.

[serialskiller]

It can eat, and it has the taste of a five year old. Both apples are passed over without hesitation.

"Too crunchy. I like applesauce fine, though. And they sometimes have like, stewed apples with cinnamon that are okay."

Maybe not a five year old, maybe just someone with sensory sensitivities who favors something that's familiar and simple.

[sixthdeadliest]

Everybody had their own quirks about food. Apparently this man didn't like certain textures. Six could understand that.

"It's one thing I like about apples: You can prepare them any way you want, and they'll still taste good."

He turned the green apple in his hand, checking it over out of habit. Then he took a bite, enjoying the tartness.