EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ APRIL 20-21

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Anywhere.
WARNINGS: Pirates, violence, etc.
SUMMARY: Brief encounters, finding ransacked/damaged areas, making your way to the oxygen gardens.
NOTES: Open to all!

The ship has been invaded by pirates. They're noisy on the network, but you haven't seen any, not in person. Though if you go far enough things start to make themselves apparent. Kitchens have been ransacked. Pieces of the walls are torn out, media libraries overturned. Maybe you should get your valuables together and find somewhere safe to hole up...

Comments

[onsilksheets]

She did notice. All Bela had to decide now was whether or not to bring it up in front of him. Which she doesn't for now.

"If you can consider my cat to be entertaining then yes. She's important to me and I want to keep her safe." Realising how that sounds, Bela adds quickly. "Look, you have your blanket, your book, notepad and laptop. They're important. She's the only thing I have from home here." A pause. "And tetris? How anyone can find that interesting is completely beyond me." This coming from the woman with the cat in her bag.

At least Bastet was content, possibly asleep. Bela knew that she would have to keep an eye out on her and not let her escape from the bag, only to run off and get lost in the ship.

"They just want to feel important I think. Do you know anyone like back home?"

[skillz]

Q was not critical of Bela's urge to save her cat. If anything it sounded sensible. Ultimately, animals were unable to defend themselves and on such a large ship, with the degree of disturbance which the pirates were causing, it was entirely possible that, if Bela had left her cat on its own, she would likely never see it again. He couldn't help but smile at her confession and her attempt to justify it. He adjusted his glasses on his nose, shifting them back into position even though they were never askew in the first place, a tell that he was significantly entertained and endeared.

"That sounds like a good idea," he said with a smile, eyeing her backpack. "Though surely your cat must hate being in a bag like that?" He supposed Bela was valuing safety over comfort. She was a woman after his own heart.

"I'm an accountant. For someone in my field, tetris is the equivalent of bungee jumping," he joshed. He didn't feel the need to say that it was in case any emergency tech support was needed. If it came to that point, he was fine with stating his skills, but he didn't think it all too good an idea to flaunt them to anyone. Besides, he'd started with a story. He might as well try sticking to it.

Q's eyes closed and his nose crinkled slightly as he nodded. "I think everyone knows that type of person all too well." Luckily most people in his business had learned to keep their heads down, not including certain double-0 agents. "How about you?"

[onsilksheets]

At least he wasn't making fun of her for her actions. Bela didn't wish for any harm to befall something that was precious to her and while that sentiment didn't always apply to a living thing, her cat and a few people on board this damn vessel were the exception to that.

She watched him adjust his glasses, wondering why he did it because they were fine where they were; perhaps he was just trying to draw attention to it or he really was amused by what she told him.

"Once she wakes up, she'll soon let me know just how much she hates it." Despite her words, she was smiling because there was something funny about keeping her cat in her bag for safety reasons.

"I do know a few people like that, yeah." Self-righteous hunter types who thought they were saving the world from supernatural evil when the world was doomed to go to Hell anyway; Bela's views on hunters wasn't very high and there was one on board that knew how to press her buttons, even if she didn't outwardly show that he could.

Bela indicates ahead with her free hand. "Want an escort to the gardens?"

[skillz]

"How could I turn down a woman with a gun?" he said with a smirk, though in truth he appreciated it. Q didn't over estimate his physical abilities; he was more than willing to be accompanied by someone who was armed, able to use and, most importantly, willing to use their weapon if needed. He was far from a physical threat on his own and a bit of aid in that area wouldn't go amiss, particularly when wandering a ship filled with pirates.

He adjusted the satchel on his shoulder and left the room, carefully closing the door behind him so that it locked shut.

"I do hope no one takes my things," he said, smiling slightly, although he knew that anything of value (passwords, sensitive data and any particularly advanced equipment) were either with him or safely stored away in the ceiling, an old trick from the cold war era or traps made of strings and carefully positioned pieces of tin foil. Sometimes a bit of old school know-how was useful on occasion.

[onsilksheets]

She just smiled at him for that comment and said nothing, safe in the knowledge that she was pretty handy with a gun and that she could keep cool under pressure. Well, mostly at least. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"If they're not valuable, they'll probably leave your possessions there. Unless they are scavengers; they'd take just about anything." Bela could only assume that he had the most important items on his person or carefully stored away in a hidden place for safe keeping. She knew that he wasn't an idiot.

"I don't want anything I've left in my room to go missing either. I couldn't carry it all." There were a few clothes and other small luxuries she had acquired each month in her locker. Bela wanted to keep them.

[skillz]

"I could take some of it, if you'd like?" Q offered instantly. He was far from a physical paragon of strength and athleticism, but he could still be helpful. His satchel had left his hands free and his was perfectly capable of holding some things for her.

"Maybe we should cross our fingers and hope that they're not scavengers," he said with a shrug and a smile, almost accepting his fate. Little could truly be done, especially when you ran away from your room and hid in the gardens. Despite his attempt at casual nonchalance, the lack of control nevertheless nagged at Q and made him a little on edge. He was trying his best to accept it but not knowing exactly what was going on with the ship left him feeling a little in the dark and as if he knew far less than he wanted to. The Tranquility had a habit of doing that to him.