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Pei jumped back up to her feet with a swish-swish-swish of her tail that dusted off dirty components in the maintenance access room. It was amazing that her fur wasn't stained dingy brown. Or maybe the persian orange coloration at the end of her tail just masked it. "Even?" she repeated with amusement, chuckling a refined laugh. "Oh ho ho ho! I think not! According to pirate's code, you either have to join my crew, or we eat you! Or... use you for... No, lock you in..." she trailed off with a troubled purse of her lips. "Ah drat, I can never remember the code. But basically, the gist of it is, welcome aboard the Feline Purrsuasion!" she said this with a big grin and quite a lot of cheer.
Which made the next moment all the more surprising, as she grabbed the shapeshifter and hefted her up by her clothes (Pei's clothes (Pei's clothes that Knox was wearing, that is)). But instead of violently slamming the stowaway into a wall, she merely leaned in, real close, with a characteristic sly grin brought nearly to cheek-kissing distance. "Don't you ever impersonate me again, unless I tell you to~" came her soft but emphatic whisper, allowing Knox's mind to fill in the unspoken penalty for disregarding that order.
And then like a flash ion storm it passed, and she was back to her chipper self. With a laugh her grip turned into patting the blobcreature on the clothes to smooth them out, even if ruined by bullet holes. "But you did look cute like that! You pulled me off really well! We'll have to get you a hat or something, or maybe you can change my hair color. So you can be my twin sister but we can still be told apart!" And then she blissfully strolled past the assembled onlookers, heading toward the storage bay. But then she froze at the door... and pivoted around. "Oh! I should probably give you all the tour, huh?"
It was only then that she actually looked at her crew. In their various states of disrepair. Tick was heavily damaged and would need maintenance, and Brent looked worse for the endeavor too. Or maybe Pei was just more inclined to see him as ugly because of his grumpy attitude, that might be it too~ And then Rosa and Myuri were almost naked and completely nude, respectively. That earned an enthusiastic smile of approval from Pei. "That's the right outlook! I see you're already making yourself at home around here, way to go, talk about initiative!" And speaking of which, it was time to show everyone their new home for the next however-long-their-employment-lasted.
Nothing like a ship orientation to relax after a stressful mission. Pei took everyone through the Feline Purrsuasion, showing them the different rooms. The accommodations were all pretty ancient, but functional. The wardroom they were already piled into served as kitchen and dining room alike. The kitchen had a sonic sink, a thermo-wave for nigh instant heating and cooling, plus an antique oven/stove- mostly for trying to make fancy food and winding up burning yourself. There was also a chest freezer, a fridge/freezer combo, a pantry for food- most of it tubes of preserved meat of mysterious origin- and several cupboards, packed with various types of cheap liquor. Sadly no plates or silverware: "Just suck it straight out of the tube, the way nature intended!"
The tour moved back out into the storage bay, with its parked armored tank taking up half of the room. At one point it had been hidden under a large tarp but it had since slid half off. Without spending too much time there, Pei moved on to the crew quarters, with two permanent, semi-comfortable-looking bunks... and two hideaway, not-so-comfortable-looking bunks on the opposite wall. In each of the four corners was a large locker, one of which was clearly marked by a piece of tape with a marker scribbling indicating Pei... or maybe Tel? or Po1? "You can take turns sleeping on the nice bunks- or if you're really sleepy there's some extras that fold out. Uhh... divide the lockers up amongst yourselves or use a crate or something for your stuff. No stealing anyone else's stuff- we're all criminals here, but if we crime each other, we'll wind up killing each other, and be unable to crime other people. So... don't do that!"
The bathroom was last, with an old-fashioned toilet, and shower that used real (if repeatedly filtered and recycled) water! It didn't clean as quickly as a sonic shower but it was arguably more relaxing, for those vintage fans out there. The shower stall had been outfitted with a hanging tank of 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner, and a foam soap dispenser. "There's only one bathroom, don't make me set time limits. The hot water only lasts seven minutes and 22 seconds and trust me- you'll want to be done before it runs out. Done showering, I mean. Or whatever, really. It gets super cold after that, total mood killer."
And then she traipsed back out to the hangar bay and took a deep breath. "So yeah! Up there is the cockpit- but don't let the name fool you. And the lower bay is the copilot slash gunnery station. Heather hangs out there a lot but feel free to kick her out. It's not like she needs to be seated up there to operate the ship anyway!"
Hearing her name spoken, the silver-topped head of the gynoid popped out from the ledge above. Her colorless gray hair draping down into the storage bay, framing her innocuous expression. "If I can be of assistance to anyone-"
That offer made Pei scoff and interject. "Oh sure, she says that, but-"
"-within reason, please do let me know." And then she pulled her head in and went back to whatever it was she did up there.
Pei just rolled her eyes and turned to the rest of the group. "Well that wraps up the tour! Does anyone have any questions? For me or Heather or each other or- if not, at ease! Or uh, as you were! Or stand- uh, to your stations... Whatever- I don't actually know how-to-navy~"
Which made the next moment all the more surprising, as she grabbed the shapeshifter and hefted her up by her clothes (Pei's clothes (Pei's clothes that Knox was wearing, that is)). But instead of violently slamming the stowaway into a wall, she merely leaned in, real close, with a characteristic sly grin brought nearly to cheek-kissing distance. "Don't you ever impersonate me again, unless I tell you to~" came her soft but emphatic whisper, allowing Knox's mind to fill in the unspoken penalty for disregarding that order.
And then like a flash ion storm it passed, and she was back to her chipper self. With a laugh her grip turned into patting the blobcreature on the clothes to smooth them out, even if ruined by bullet holes. "But you did look cute like that! You pulled me off really well! We'll have to get you a hat or something, or maybe you can change my hair color. So you can be my twin sister but we can still be told apart!" And then she blissfully strolled past the assembled onlookers, heading toward the storage bay. But then she froze at the door... and pivoted around. "Oh! I should probably give you all the tour, huh?"
It was only then that she actually looked at her crew. In their various states of disrepair. Tick was heavily damaged and would need maintenance, and Brent looked worse for the endeavor too. Or maybe Pei was just more inclined to see him as ugly because of his grumpy attitude, that might be it too~ And then Rosa and Myuri were almost naked and completely nude, respectively. That earned an enthusiastic smile of approval from Pei. "That's the right outlook! I see you're already making yourself at home around here, way to go, talk about initiative!" And speaking of which, it was time to show everyone their new home for the next however-long-their-employment-lasted.
Nothing like a ship orientation to relax after a stressful mission. Pei took everyone through the Feline Purrsuasion, showing them the different rooms. The accommodations were all pretty ancient, but functional. The wardroom they were already piled into served as kitchen and dining room alike. The kitchen had a sonic sink, a thermo-wave for nigh instant heating and cooling, plus an antique oven/stove- mostly for trying to make fancy food and winding up burning yourself. There was also a chest freezer, a fridge/freezer combo, a pantry for food- most of it tubes of preserved meat of mysterious origin- and several cupboards, packed with various types of cheap liquor. Sadly no plates or silverware: "Just suck it straight out of the tube, the way nature intended!"
The tour moved back out into the storage bay, with its parked armored tank taking up half of the room. At one point it had been hidden under a large tarp but it had since slid half off. Without spending too much time there, Pei moved on to the crew quarters, with two permanent, semi-comfortable-looking bunks... and two hideaway, not-so-comfortable-looking bunks on the opposite wall. In each of the four corners was a large locker, one of which was clearly marked by a piece of tape with a marker scribbling indicating Pei... or maybe Tel? or Po1? "You can take turns sleeping on the nice bunks- or if you're really sleepy there's some extras that fold out. Uhh... divide the lockers up amongst yourselves or use a crate or something for your stuff. No stealing anyone else's stuff- we're all criminals here, but if we crime each other, we'll wind up killing each other, and be unable to crime other people. So... don't do that!"
The bathroom was last, with an old-fashioned toilet, and shower that used real (if repeatedly filtered and recycled) water! It didn't clean as quickly as a sonic shower but it was arguably more relaxing, for those vintage fans out there. The shower stall had been outfitted with a hanging tank of 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner, and a foam soap dispenser. "There's only one bathroom, don't make me set time limits. The hot water only lasts seven minutes and 22 seconds and trust me- you'll want to be done before it runs out. Done showering, I mean. Or whatever, really. It gets super cold after that, total mood killer."
And then she traipsed back out to the hangar bay and took a deep breath. "So yeah! Up there is the cockpit- but don't let the name fool you. And the lower bay is the copilot slash gunnery station. Heather hangs out there a lot but feel free to kick her out. It's not like she needs to be seated up there to operate the ship anyway!"
Hearing her name spoken, the silver-topped head of the gynoid popped out from the ledge above. Her colorless gray hair draping down into the storage bay, framing her innocuous expression. "If I can be of assistance to anyone-"
That offer made Pei scoff and interject. "Oh sure, she says that, but-"
"-within reason, please do let me know." And then she pulled her head in and went back to whatever it was she did up there.
Pei just rolled her eyes and turned to the rest of the group. "Well that wraps up the tour! Does anyone have any questions? For me or Heather or each other or- if not, at ease! Or uh, as you were! Or stand- uh, to your stations... Whatever- I don't actually know how-to-navy~"
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