Gotcha! [Tally] [M/TW]

[Rhi-Rhi]

"Y'know me. I can't say no to pancakes," Ari said with a wink, then snapped his fingers as though remembering something.

"Oh yeah! How rude of me. So, everyone, meet Riot, resident de-fanged pilot. Riot, meet everyone! That lovely lady over there is Alia, our talented pilot, who you're very well acquainted with even if ya haven't formally met. Protip: she out-flew ya, buddy. And the stud over there's Ykan, our cook and Second Mate, since we ain't got a First Mate yet. Say hi, everyone!"

[Tally]

Riot's hands clenched the coffee mug.  He figured he was about to throw it, just wasn't sure at who yet.  That bitch Alia for the dirty tricks she'd used yesterday to bring him in, or Ari for daring to suggest that anyone, anywhere could outfly him.

The room grew considerably hotter, rocketing up fifteen degrees in the space of a few seconds.

[Flakeblood]

Llyr had been walking towards the kitchen, about ready for something of substance. Helping to take apart a whole ship, no matter the size, was really not his forte. He was here to fix things and put them together! Not to say he hadn't been interested. His rather short trips to Libra had been uncomfortable, as he'd been hiding his psionic ability, and he hadn't gotten to really look at any of their hardware. The ship he was currently pulling apart was nice-looking. Put together purposefully, with a sleek design. Gods, what he wouldn't give to keep a piece or two.

He'd gotten rather distracted, and hadn't payed much attention to the gossip. He knew about the prisoner they'd pulled out of the ship—someone had to fly it—but not much else.

He heard Ari just ahead, introducing people by the sound of it. New guy apparently wasn't locked up. Excellent, he'd get breakfast and see the new guy all at once.

He was slowly stepping into the room, careful not to hit his head on the door frame since his platform shoes raised him several inches that he didn't need. Without any warning, the room grew immeasurably hot. Llyr choked on the air for a moment, the temperature scalding his unprepared lungs. He felt a slight tap at the back of his mind, as though it recognized something... familiar.

The lights flickered before abruptly going out.

"Shit," he rumbled to the darkness, "My apologies."

He tried to focus on reigning himself in. He slowly pulled his kinesis back, allowing the light to move as it normally did. That temperature rise must have surprised him more than he'd thought for him to lose control so drastically. Actually... how in the heck did that rise happen? He looked around the room now that the light was normal and noticed a man he didn't recognize. Was this the new guy? What should he say? Well, since other people were here too...

"...Good morning, relatively speaking."

[Nix]

Ykan had set about getting the ingredients he needed to make pancakes before Ari or anyone else could answer him. He already knew Ari would want them, and sure enough a conformation of that fact was vocalized a moment later. He paused in trying to decide what kind of pancakes to make (chocolate chip, blueberry, good old fashioned plain pancakes...) when Ari started the introductions. De-fanged? As long as the kid was properly disarmed Ykan was happy. He knew what went on around here almost as well as Ari himself. As second mate (and yes he totally made that up himself years ago) he wanted to ensure his captain and friend's safety, the rest of the crew's too.

Ykan's grin widened at being called a stud, cause well let's face it, he was. He didn't want to say hi to the stabby bitchboy but he didn't want to sass Ari in front of him either. "Hi Riot~ aren't you cute?" He said like he would have under normal circumstances, fairly certain that only Ari would be able to notice a difference in his attitude. He was about to playfully flirt/threaten Riot when the temperature soared in the room.

Funny, he hadn't even turned on the stove yet, not that it would explain the heat increase. Could be the mechanical, maybe something busted in the ship's heating and cooling... but it was too sudden, and Ykan wasn't as dumb as he looked. You didn't live as long as he had without being able to recognize the obvious signs of psionic ability. His gaze narrowed as he looked at Riot. If there was one thing Ykan disliked it was psychics.

As if on fucking cue that thing just had to walk in and take the lights with him! Ykan pounded his hands on the counter top in frustration. "I'M TRYING TO COOK DAMNIT! Can't you take your light and soul sucking somewhere else while I make breakfast?!" Shit. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. It was an outburst uncharacteristic with the facade of happy-go-lucky flirtatiousness that he always wore, but fuck. Llyr could illicit all sorts of shit from him with his- its fucking presence. Ykan tried to calm down as the lights went back to normal. Well at least the lights going out probably meant that everyone had missed him glaring at Riot right?

A sigh escaped him as he tried to focus on pancakes and not stupid psychic assholes. Pancakes. Pancakes... pumpkin pancakes. Yeah... that would be good. Pumpkin. He had bought some canned pumpkin to be festive. It was nostalgic, used to have pumpkin everything this time of year when he actually lived on Earth. Of course that was centuries ago... maybe even a millennium ago? Oh well. Pumpkin pancakes were a go.

[Katie]

Alia snagged herself a cup of coffee and didn't think about the implications of that. None of her business. Ari did what he wanted on his own time, and he was in charge anyway. "Hey, kid didn't do so bad himself," she said. Or started to say anyway, because the room heated up abruptly and then Llyr shut down the lights and she almost dropped her coffee. She caught it, half with her hands and half with her mind (would've spilled otherwise).

"The hell was that?" she said. Llyr had his light thing, and Ykan had his whole looks-like-a-twenty-something-forever thing, but nobody on the ship had control over heat as far as she knew. Had that been Riot, then? He sure looked pissed enough. That could be a problem. Big one, actually. She didn't think anybody on board had the psychic horsepower to take on a pyrokinetic. They might have to go and shoot the boy, and that kind of put paid to any profit they might get out of him.

At Ykan's outburst, she shot him a look. "Shut it and cook the pancakes. He didn't do it just to fuck with you." Inter-crew feuds. Fun.

[Flakeblood]

Llyr was almost amused. Almost.

Not that it wasn't fun to see Alia chew Ykan out, but the shape-shifter's reaction bothered him. Not because he cared though! Psh. Like he would care about some guy he hadn't even seen for years. Yeah. But had he been so brash towards him before? Llyr didn't think so. No matter how unexpected their recent meeting had been, he'd needed the job, wanted it even. He hadn't been trying to inconvenience his old acquaintance.

Usually he'd make a snappy remark back, because was it his fault the temperature went wonky? Still, this was Ykan. Llyr wasn't sure what he wanted to say exactly (and he didn't want his pancakes on the floor), so he kept his mouth shut. He did give a small acknowledging nod and brief "well-what-can-you-do?" shrug to Alia.

[Nix]

Ykan's jaw practically dropped when Alia chastized him. No one did that! Well... maybe Ari had once or twice but he was special. He got to. And he like Alia too... it was all stupid Llyr's stupid fault. Everything was. Why'd Ari have to go and hire it anyway. Ok granted Ari had no idea that Ykan and Llyr knew each other, but still. He muttered angrily under his breath and went about mixing the ingredients and pulling out some frying pans. Ok, so 3 people where getting floor pancakes now.

[Tally]

Okay, so the Alia chick was sorta all right.  She gave cred where it was due.  Ari was the one needed his head straightened.

Riot surged to his feet, and the temperature started to drop off to normal levels.  "Whooooa, chief.  Negative, dude.  She so did not outfly me and I'll go up against anyone on this boat to prove it.  Any model, any time.  No nav scramblers, no grapplers, just skill.  Cuz your mods are the only reason you pulled me in.  And that's what's up."

[Rhi-Rhi]

Ari fought the urge to sink his face into his hand.

Just another day on Sassy Juice! Such was life. Get enough people cramped up in a small space for enough time and, eventually, the claws came out. Get enough people with weird abilities on board the ship (seriously, he had to be the only one here that didn't have some sort of magic shit going on) and weird shit happened regularly.

By and large, he'd grown accustomed to it. There was just no such thing as a peaceful meal.

He held up his hands in a "time out" signal. "Alright, alright, kiddos, let's rein it in, and Riot? Cool it. We're in a damned metal box. Think about it."

[Flakeblood]

If Llyr were prone to giggling, he would have. He had this sort of fondness for the many different ways humans could speak, like the way a grandfather is fond of his 6-year-old grandson trying to show off his strength. Riot's manner of speaking made him want to pinch the kid's cheeks. Not that he would though. He pulled in that impulse so as not make a spectacle of himself. Really, sometimes it was so hard to act like a thirty-year-old human.

Still, he listened to the actual content of the conversation as well. From this, he gathered two things. One: The kid, Riot, was proud of his skills and likely just as fond of his ship. No reason for fault there. Llyr liked it even as he took it apart. Oh, probably shouldn't tell him that. Two: Riot was the reason for the heat increase. Was that why it felt familiar? But Libra wasn't known for psychics. Ever. If you were, you hid it, as Llyr had seen before.

Of course, Llyr wasn't surprised Ari found out about the kid's ability. He seemed to be able to do stuff like that by a combination of dumb luck and actually using his common sense. Llyr didn't understand why the Captain didn't use it more often. Sure would save him some pain. Of course, charging in head-first might be a human thing.

Llyr moved carefully and smoothly to the counter closest to the table but not anywhere near Ykan. No need to antagonize him further... Right now, at least. He leaned back a bit, letting his thighs rest against the counter. Now that he was paying attention, he could smell the coffee. Sure smelled bitter, so he decided against making some for himself.

He needed the caffeine though. He'd been so wrapped up in his current job that he'd forgotten to sleep. Maybe tea? He moved about the small space, warming water in a mug in the microwave while fishing out a packet of oolong tea. He put the packet in the mug and watched the others in the kitchen—especially Riot—while he waited for it to steep to his tastes.

[Nix]

Ykan decided it was best to just tune everyone out. Part of him reeeeeally wanted them all out of his kitchen right about now, but he didn't want to cause any trouble for Ari. He started actually frying and flipping the pancakes and tried to just ignore the travesty of an oolong tea bag even existing on the ship. Loose leaf or go home. Well maybe it was more because Llyr was making it. Either way he kept his  mouth shut this time and finished up with the pancakes, setting a plate with a huge stack of them in the middle of the table before retrieving plates and utensils and actually setting the table, cause ya know they all just stood there watching him do all the work and no one could be bothered to ask if they could help, or maybe do something like set the table automatically since they knew he was cooking for them all.

...well Ari was hurt so he was excused. Ykan put the butter and syrup on the table and felt like retreating to his room. He didn't want to be around any of them ('cept Ari) but frankly he didn't want to leave Ari with them either. So he sat down in the spot he set next to Ari. He would have cleaned up right away but he felt like the beasts might demand he make more.

[Tally]

Riot stuttered.  He'd been prepared to go on and on with way more in the same vein.  Been prepared to tell them that they were all not hot shit and just how many leagues even the worst Libra fighter pilot was above them.  How they'd only lassoed him because of their hardware, which was to say they didn't have the skill to back up any of their big talk.

He just hadn't been prepared to be brushed off and dismissed.

Riot plopped back down in his chair and glowered.  He'd stabbed Ari.  And cut him up!  And still this lot didn't take him seriously?  Was he going to have to set the ship on fire to get some real attention around here?

[Rhi-Rhi]

So much tension. Ykan certainly seemed in a mood, judging by the way he was moving, and of course Riot was over there being pouty, and he had no idea what was up with Llyr. Was Ari the only one here besides Alia that was in a decent mood? Well, that might have also had something to do with the painkillers he'd been popping; they were the good stuff. Hard to be in a bad mood when everything felt just peachy!

Ari reached for the pancakes and started dishing them out to everyone, pausing to throw a look between Alia and Llyr. "Ya guys gonna join us? C'mon, get friendly, sit your asses down. You're ruinin' the whole creepily idealistic television family dinner vibe here."

Alright, so he didn't know if they'd get the reference; those freaky family sitcoms seemed more an Edani thing than anything.

[Flakeblood]

Someone certainly seemed in a good mood. Llyr didn't want to jump to conclusions—bah, who was he kidding? Ari had probably done some interesting activities last night. Or before that. Probably both.

The Captain's sex life aside, it was a good thing a couple of the people in the room weren't cranky. Llyr didn't particularly want to be, but lack of sleep coupled with an irritated moon spirit makes for a grumpy naiad.

He was also hungry, and the pancakes looked delicious, so he just snorted at Ari's comment and gracefully lowered himself into a spot.

"It is certainly interesting enough to be a program, though we are lacking any children. Last I checked, we only had people immature in mind, not body."

Llyr had made sure not to sit near Ykan; he wasn't going to start any fights if he could help it. Although, this also put him closer to Riot. Unperturbed, he reached out a long arm and snagged two of the fluffy pumpkin pancakes. Food was higher on his mental list of importance right now, not safety. Besides, the kid looked more disconcerted than angry. Llyr figured he might have felt the same way if he had been captured and the crew he met turned out to be... them. Unusual didn't even begin to describe the members of the ship.

[Nix]

Ok even with all the tension in the room Ykan had to chuckle at Ari's family sitcom comment. That was part of why the captain was so great and so fun to be around. The blue haired shape shifter leaned his head against Ari's shoulder lightly before staring at the food Ari put on his plate. Maybe he should eat after all. He sat up and just started eating his first bite of pancake when Llyr started talking about kids.

Ykan choked on the fluffy pancake and started coughing uncontrollably. Children. Llyr said children. This was going to be the death of him, keeping Arius a secret from everyone, especially Llyr and Ari. It was no one's business though... well maybe that bastard Llyr's. Finally he got his air way clear and glared at Llyr. That stupid asshole.

"So you are implying that we are old and crusty and act like idiots? I think you are talking about yourself mostly." Ykan muttered actively restraining himself from jumping up and punching the naiad. "Well at least Ari was right about the tv thing, we certainly are dysfunctional enough for tv."

[Flakeblood]

An eyebrow raise was his only comment to Ykan's coughing fit. Usually, he would at least make sure the person wasn't going to suffocate, but his efforts would likely be wasted on his late fling. Ykan would probably just yell.

Of course, Llyr's restraint meant nothing in the face of his wrath. As soon as he was able to breathe, he was glaring at and insulting the significantly taller man. Effort was definitely wasted here. Sometimes Llyr wondered if the answer to this constant friction between them, which had popped out of nowhere from what he'd seen, was an old-fashioned shouting match. It seemed to be quite cathartic for humans, why not other species?

He did have to hold back a laugh though. 'Old and crusty?' Well, he knew at least two people here who fit that description... Not that he'd told anyone other than Ykan his true age.

"I implied nothing at all," he said, voice flat as a counter-top.

To say otherwise would spark more tension; there was enough as is. He'd meant it though. Many humans discarded logic purposely. It wasn't a bad trait, per say, but there was no use sugar-coating it either. Sarcasm was one thing Llyr truly enjoyed utilizing.

He then proceeded to eat his pancakes plain, cutting each bite fairly small. No need to ruin perfectly good flavors with something as sweet as syrup.

"And dysfunctional," he said between bites, "is a gross understatement."

[Katie]

"If you say so." Alia grabbed a seat across from Llyr and forked some pancakes onto her plate. They were good--Ykan might have the weirdest damn thing about Llyr, but he knew what he was doing in the kitchen. The food had definitely gotten better once they hired him on.

Speaking of children, she wondered what'd happened to hers. Must be around Riot's age now. Maybe the kid was a Pilot--her psychic ability wasn't exactly strong, but maybe actual talent had skipped a generation. Not like it mattered, she'd barely stuck around long enough to name the brat. The kid who was actually here looked pouty. Couldn't exactly blame him, this crew was so far away from normal they were close to smacking into it from the other side. They were probably weirding him out something fierce.

"We shot past dysfunctional a while ago," she said. Llyr and Ykan agreeing on something. Huh. The sky didn't seem to be falling in.

[godsibb]

Rory skipped lightly down the hall towards the kitchen. Having just woken up a few minutes ago, he hadn’t bothered changing out of his sleepwear and was wearing a large, white button up pajama top and matching bottoms (though he still went through the trouble of putting in his earrings and hair pins...). Yawning, he hoped his other crew members were still eating breakfast; Rory had gone to bed pretty early last night and was curious about the rather loud sounds that had jolted him awake briefly. He probably should have just gotten up and checked to see what was going on, but his bed was soooo warm.

Reaching the kitchen, he paused, looking around. Whoa. Mhm, something definitely happened last night. There was some new redheaded guy sitting at the table, and Rory could practically smell the tension in the room. And pancakes. Delicious pancakes. Ignoring the obvious friction in the air for now, he skipped over to the table and plopped down next to the redhead, grabbing about three of the breakfast cakes.

"Hello everyone. Good morning or afternoon or whatever."

Smiling, he started eating his pancakes like a fluffy sandwich, staring at the new guy. Let’s see, why exactly was he here? A new crew member? Nah. He looked too grumpy. Probably a prisoner or something. Yeah, that would most likely explain the noises last night.

"So what about being dysfunctional? And who’s this?"

[GIR]

Sarah rarely wandered from her quarters if there wasn't a mechanical problem or a need for the privy. For her, there was little reason to, considering she kept virtually everything she needed there, and was usually caught up in some project of hers or another. So, when she found herself wanting fresh meat for once, Sarah found herself heading toward the kitchen asking herself why the usual dried stuff wasn't good enough. As she appeared (as it would likely seem to anyone with human reaction time) in the kitchen, a new scent caught the Draconian's nostrils.

Sarah looked over the new human carefully, ignoring the other, familiar beings for the moment. Their squabbles were of little concern to her. <You aren't a new crewmember. And I doubt the good Captain's in the business of taking slaves.>, she mused, the second part said 'publicly' for Ari's benefit, <Which makes you a prisoner. Well, welcome to the happiest, prettiest ship in all of space. I'm sure they'll be as fun to be held captive by as they are to be crewed with.>, she added privately to the new human, going over to the fridge to see what there was to choose from. <Good whatever time it is.>, she stated flatly to her crewmates as she searched.

[OOC note: Sarah is a carnivore. Only time she goes for plants is for medicinal purposes (or certain ones native to her species' homeworld when she needs an energy boost.).]

[Tally]

Riot pulled his plate over and picked at his food.  Somewhere between leaving that cell and surrounding himself with this lot, his appetite had all but disappeared.  He used the time to just watch them, but listening to their banter got old fast.  They were so normal.  All like friendly and shit to each other.  They weren't like pirates at all!  Where was all the cussing and drinking and fighting?!

He sensed the coming of another before she even got there.  Levitating that button all night had triggered something in him and he couldn't get any of it to shut off now.  Kept catching fragments of thought and emotion.

New chick turned out to be some draconic humanoid.  Definitely not the weirdest thing he'd seen, growing up on Libra as he had.  She was the first one to talk to him directly in awhile, but what the hell did you say to that?  It was like she was just rubbing it in.  Riot rolled his eyes and went back to pushing his pancakes about on the plate.