Welcome to the Illyria!

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Stardate 58561.8: Day One

Now that you've all got your room assignments and communicators, it's time to explore this ship. Please check out the deck plans to figure out where you're going. You can read about some of the existing crew members you might run into here.

Even those of you who may feel right at home on a spaceship will find that the Illyria is definitely a bit... different. Mostly because she's kind of a wreck right now. Whatever it was that threw the ship all the way out here to wherever we are, it really did a number on the ship itself. There's a lot of damaged areas, and several of the ship's systems have been compromised. You'll find that the replicators don't always work right (I asked for hasperat and I got pok tar!?), the turbolifts are unusually persnickety (I said bridge, not engineering!), and the environmental controls in your quarters may not do as they're told (why is it snowing in Room 4J?). Several corridors are blocked by debris, and more often than not the lights are flickering if they're on at all.

So what will you do? Help clean up the mess in the hallways? Try some bizarre alien food in the mess hall? Try and infiltrate restricted areas to get a peek at the ship's systems? Feel free to make your own top level comment, and treat this as a big mingle. Get to know your new crewmates, explore your new home, make friends or enemies, and whatever you do, don't try the gagh. If you need the captain or the first officer, please let a mod know, but try and stick to threading with your fellow new recruits!


(Don't worry about the entry tags for the moment, they will be added shortly. Before we throw ourselves into missions on alien planets, we wanted everyone to have a chance to get to know one another, so please use this opening log as an opportunity to kick off some CR with crewmates and bunk buddies, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask a mod!)

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Re: Hiya, roomie! :)

[senkan_yamato]

The battleship started somewhat-the woman had snuck up on her-but she recovered quickly and turned to bow in a neat little

"Are we going to be rooming together? That is good to hear-I, Yamato, will do my best to be a good roommate. I have not had many, but it will be good to have someone around." That would do for a introduction she hoped. As for the other thing..."I do not think the crew will be of much use however. There is only the one ensign, and she is very stubborn."

[condemned_copper]

"Nor have I," the copper replied neutrally, though there was the slightest hint of a smile at the end of that sentence. "I'll do my best to not aggravate you." Of course, knowing full well she probably would; sardonic at best and overbearing at worst, Louise wasn't sure how best to navigate their current situation. Still--she'd try.

"The crew? Useless. And the ensign? Haven't met her, but if she's anything like the 'nurse' in sick bay when I arrived, useless AND evasive." The redhead never minced words.

[senkan_yamato]

"And I will do my best to provide a hospitable atmosphere." She wasn't nicknamed the Hotel Yamato for nothing. Already, gears were turning in her head, planning teas, meals, and other hospitable touches she could make to improve the room.

That did arouse Yamato to a brief panic as she glanced over her shoulder at the ensign in question and then back at Louise. "Should you really say such things in public? I know my knowledge of British manners is badly out of date, but that seems very...strong."

[condemned_copper]

The younger woman's entire manner of speech both confused and amused the older public servant. Scoffing slightly, she lifted one shoulder in a bit of a shrug. "Well. It's not like you're housekeeping," she laughed.

And, as to her last comment, DS Gardiner was never one to observe political correctness. She shot from the hip and called things as they were; or, at least, how they seemed to her. Shrugging again, the redhead appeared noncommittal. "I say what I mean, and I mean what I say." Simple as, the copper reasoned, her posturing defiant as she regarded the ensign, chin elevated slightly as said ensign gave her a sarky look.

[senkan_yamato]

She kind of liked Housekeeping type activities. Neat tidy rooms, well cooked meals, those things gave her satisfaction. Of course, that fit as well with her formal and slightly archaic speech.

Still, that left things in an awkward position. "I do not think that insults will resolve this however. And since I do not want to hurt anyone, perhaps we should investigate the room we have been offered?"

[condemned_copper]

"You've not been in it yet?" she countered, both brows sweeping upwards. As the investigative type, Louise had already sussed the place out before going out in search of her weaponry. "There's not much to it, it's more or less a dormitory room, only 100 times more futuristic on the inside. Rather sterile, I'd hasten to add."

And then the redhead remembered possibly the most important thing of all--a proper introduction.

"Detective Sergeant Louise Gardiner, Scotland Yard," she murmured stiffly, proferring her hand to the battleship. "Apologies, Ms Yamato. I forgot myself earlier."

[senkan_yamato]

"I came here first of all-my equipment is only in my trust." Yamato squared her jaw and for an instant managed to project an aura other than a confused young woman-there was something fierce in her eyes. "If they think they can hold me away from that, they have another thing coming." The room's condition really wasn't that important to her-not when she was so far from water and so near but so far from her equipment.

Ahhh, time for her introduction. Yamato bowed and then straightened up again to take the hand. "Imperial Japanese Battleship Yamato, nameship of the Yamato-class. I could show you my cannons were they not..." Her eyes flicked back in the direction of the armory. "Well, I can perhaps demonstrate some of my other talents for you, detective sergeant."

[condemned_copper]

Louise nodded wordlessly as Yamato described her relationship to her weaponry; the redhead felt something similar to her own. Still, the unique strangeness of the situation she now found herself in lent itself more at first towards exploration than securing her firearm--one might say she'd been rendered 'temporarily discombobulated'. Since then, she'd more or less settled in by the end of the first 16 hours or so.

However, when the younger woman revealed her identity, Louise's brows swept up. "A...battleship. You." She shook her head, utterly confused. "But...you're--human?" What was the girl playing at?

[senkan_yamato]

Yamato demurely covered her smile and half-closed her eyes. "It was quite a shock to me as well when I awoke with hands and fingers and all this hair. I remember..." Her features lost some of their mirth but she only paused for an instant as she reached up to touch the flowers in her hair. "I remember the first cherry blossoms of April in 1945. I remember Operation Ten-go and my own death, but I was not...sentient. Not until I was awakened by my return to the land of the living in this style." She shook off the dark talk and pressed on. "As for this body-while it looks human, I would advise you not to try punching me. I am very strong as well-the exact figures are classified, but I can say that an Olympic weight-lifter would be put to shame. And my guns." There was a sparkle in her eyes. "They are every bit as fine and powerful as they ever were."

Which was all well and good, but meant that Louise was rooming with an unstoppable, if fluffy, juggernaut.

[condemned_copper]

Brows remained arched neatly as Yamato described how she came to be in her current position. Quite simply, it was unlike any story the redhead had heard in her entire life; but then, her own story was rather heavy-handed, as well. She'd died and come back twice--the two women would have that in common, at least, and the copper chuckled to gamely to herself at the thought.

A 'fluffy juggernaut', the human battleship was, and the raven-haired woman had barely uttered the last syllable before Louise's hand came up in mock surrender. "No worries, I've absolutely no plans to knock you for twelve any time soon; especially as we're to be sharing quarters." The first genuinely warm smile spread across her lips, this time reaching her eyes, the formal pretences gone, if only for a few moments.

"And if you like tea, we'll get on like a house on fire."

[senkan_yamato]

"I am more used to green tea than black but I have learned a great deal about the English style...though only from Kongo." Flashbacks to her enthusiastic colleague moved before Yamato's eyes-the tackle-hugs in the hallways, the yelling for the Admiral to bed her, tea taken at every hour of the day... How accurate was any information gleaned from such a woman?

Well it would have to be accurate enough. "I am sure we will have a pleasant enough time together."

[condemned_copper]

An eyebrow arched delicately at the mention of this 'Kongo', though she let it pass; they weren't going anywhere anytime soon, and the intimate knowledge of Yamato's history and relations would be revealed all in good time. With one exception: TEA, was taken only at traditional intervals, and decidedly NOT at every hour of the day...who WAS this person the battleship knew?

A nod. "Indeed. I hope so." A beat. "What time do you take supper? I could meet you at the canteen at 18:00. You could show me what's palatable out of that 'replicator' nonsense."