[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

[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.

[serialskiller]

"I'm sure there has to be bad ways to prepare them, somehow. Things they absolutely don't pair with. But I'm definitely no kind of gourmet."

[sixthdeadliest]

"Not a gourmet either. I just like apples."

Kept things simple.

"They're healthy, easily transported, and filling."

[serialskiller]

"Supposedly, they keep doctors away, too. Are you looking to avoid Dr. Watson?"

This is entirely a joke.

[sixthdeadliest]

Six snorted in a very brief laugh. Yeah, he got the joke.

"Throw them hard enough and they'll keep everyone away."

[serialskiller]

"Sure. Though if I ever hear of you throwing apples at Fio, we're going to have words, and perhaps more. She is the youngest human on the ship and doesn't deserve the bullying."

[sixthdeadliest]

"The only way I'd throw one at her was if she asked for one."

Hurting kids was something he didn't like to do though he would if it was necessary.