Space Meidos 1

<[huh]Trillian> The Lady Luck used to be the pride and joy of some rich kid, a symbol of his love for excess and pointless splendor, a veritable behemoth with every luxury a person could ask for. Now, it's my pride and joy. Trillian Valedunia, at your service. Though, strictly speaking, you're at mine. I was the Admiral of the United Earth Protectorate's Sirius fleet, but that's far over now. It didn't... how'dyou say... "suit" me. Even so, I kept the suit.
* [huh]Trillian chuckles at her own joke.
<[huh]Trillian> Anyway, the previous owner thought he could get by with smuggling under my watch. The hell he would be smuggling for is beyond me. Maybe he just liked the thrill. Anyway, when we boarded, I took my chance and seized the ship along with a few of my trusted mates. That's you.
<[huh]Trillian> Now I'm, in the Protectorate's eyes, an outlaw. To me, I'm simply now my own boss. I do business how I please, when I please. Though, in light of my current situation, piracy has become one of my main forms of income... Heh, if I could see me now back then, I'd slap myself in chains, and break a few of my ribs for good measure.
* [Ora]Patricia just finished putting away the spoils from their last raiding.. there was quite a few items to be put away..
* [nfty]Aris is eating. That impish, boyish, pale-skinned little girl seems to be eating quite a lot for someone whose health is consistantly in poor shape.
<[Ora]Patricia> Nyaa~ Stupid master, gave me all the hard work... Where are the rest of the crew!? *coughs* So dusty down here too.
* [nfty]Aris looks around, wondering if anyone is watching her stuff her face full of food.
* [nfty]Aris swallows, not noticing anybody, and goes back to eating.
* [huh]Trillian is relaxing, unaware of her maid's cares and complaints.
* [Dune]Ayelen is now known as Dune
* [Ora]Patricia coughs repeately, her poor health doesn't help this case any further. She remembers another maid who was nearby that may be able to help.
* [nfty]Aris finishes, looking like she stuffed herself well and good. Phew! She staggers to her feet, looking like she's ready for a nap or something
* [nfty]Aris gets up, and begins wandering off into the halls. Doesn't matter what happens, nothing's quite so good as an after-meal nap~
* [Ora]Patricia catches the scent of Aris nearby and follows it.
<[Ora]Patricia> Aris... You slacker maid.. once I get you I'll...
* [nfty]Aris turns a corner and... oh.
* [nfty]Aris bumps into a very Patricia-like body.
* [Ora]Patricia stops for a second to process what's going on and she see... Aris. Umf-
<[Ora]Patricia> Y-You!
<[nfty]Aris> W-what?  Me?  I, ah... *cough*
* [Ora]Patricia grabs both of her shoulder. You're coming with me.
<[Ora]Patricia> And you can't fake that cough either, I'm just as bad as you are.
* [nfty]Aris wiggles, noooo. "Just when I needed a nap..."
* [nfty]Aris sags as she's dragged off. "B-but, it's, aw..."
* [Mode]Amaria idly rolls along the hallways, alternating feet every once in a while to get good use out of both heels. Quick scans of the areas for any minor touch ups for cleaning are filed away for later. She rounds a corner, and slows, seeing the other two maids ahead.
<[Mode]Amaria> Oh? What's going on here?
* [nfty]Aris is being dragged off indignantly by Patricia...
<[Ora]Patricia> Just help me with the rest of the spoils and I'll let you go ok Avis?
<[nfty]Aris> ... fine.
* [nfty]Aris looks pouty, but also doesn't seem to have the energy to really work up an argument.
* [Mode]Amaria passes the other two, and spins around, catching up while slowing her speed to match that of the duo.
<[Mode]Amaria> Work to do?
* [Ora]Patricia turns to Amaria and nods.
<[Ora]Patricia> Would you like to help as well? The sooner we get done, the sooner we can eat... but it seems this one has already eaten..
* [nfty]Aris licks her lips
<[Mode]Amaria> I guess I could help. I'm not doing much else right now.
* [Ora]Patricia smiles.
<[Ora]Patricia> Finally, someone who actually wants to help.
<[Ora]Patricia> Well then.. let me show you the way.
* [Ora]Patricia motions Amaria to follow her.
* [nfty]Aris tries to tug free of Patricia.
* [Ora]Patricia tightens her grip on Aris..
<[Ora]Patricia> No way you're getting out of this.
<[nfty]Aris> I didn't say I won't help!
* [nfty]Aris struggles further.
<[Mode]Amaria> I'll update my floor plan then!
* [Ora]Patricia tilts her head a bit..
<[Ora]Patricia> Floor plan?
<[Mode]Amaria> Yep! Grid based diagram of the interior and exterior walkable surfaces, including service areas. Complete with notation of specific locations and a periodically updated inventory, tracked on a room-to-room basis.
* [Ora]Patricia sniffs a bit..
<[Ora]Patricia> Are you doing that now? If so then, please continue there isn't much left to rearrange anyways.
* [nfty]Aris tries to escape, but Patricia's grip is sure, and prevents her from worming away.
<[nfty]Aris> C-come on, I'm not going to run away or nothing?
* [Ora]Patricia drops Aris...
<[Ora]Patricia> Right.
* [Ora]Patricia picks Aris again and throws over her shoulder.
<[Ora]Patricia> This way you won't run..
* [Ora]Patricia makes a quick slap on her buttocks.
<[Mode]Amaria> Seems like quite a handful you got there.
* [Ora]Patricia shakes her head.
<[Ora]Patricia> Those boxes are heavier than her.
<[nfty]Aris> Ahh!  W-Ow!  You didn't have to do that!
<[nfty]Aris> And-- and-- how will I carry something heavier than me!  Cruelty to children!  Child labor!
<[Ora]Patricia> Cruelty?
* [Ora]Patricia laughs.
* [Ora]Patricia finally arrives at the storage room.
<[Mode]Amaria> It's all in how you handle it. I can handle boxes larger than myself quite easily. Though, having artificial muscles with a higher output than organic muscles helps.
* [nfty]Aris stresses out. "This sucks! Put me down!"
<[Ora]Patricia> Alright, alright.. stop struggling.
* [Ora]Patricia places her down... gently.
* [nfty]Aris hops back and dusts herself off, then looks around at how much bothersome work it looks like it will come to.
<[huh]Trillian> What, you slackers haven't finished yet?
* [huh]Trillian strols in.
* [Ora]Patricia jumps a bit.
<[nfty]Aris> Ehh?  Oh, Trill!  Ah, sorry, you know how I like to eat lately, he he.
<[Ora]Patricia> I-I'm sorry ma'am! We'll get down right away!
* [nfty]Aris pats her stomach. It still seems strange how much she's eating... maybe it's just a growing girl's appetite?
* [Ora]Patricia bows profusely.
<[huh]Trillian> Again with the apologizing? I don't want sorry, I want results.
<[Ora]Patricia> Y-yes! Right away! You heard her Aris!
* [nfty]Aris sighs and gets to work. Just how much is there..?
* [Ora]Patricia 's one track minds made her complete forgot about Aris and begins unpacking the rest of the spoils.
* [Mode]Amaria gets to work alongside everyone else.
<[Ora]Patricia> O-ok.. ou heard her Aris!
<[Ora]Patricia> * [nfty]Aris sighs and gets to work. Just how much is there..?
<[Ora]Patricia> * [Ora]Patricia 's one track minds made her complete forgot about Aris and begins unpacking the rest of the spoils.
<[Ora]Patricia> * [Mode]Amaria gets to work alongside everyone else.
* [huh]Trillian sighs, then moves up alongside Patricia to help move boxes.
<[Ora]Patricia> O-ok, you two all perishable items belong over there, namely rations and food. The rest will go over there.
<[nfty]Aris> Leave handling foodstuffs to me!
* [nfty]Aris glimmers in anticipation~
* [Ora]Patricia frowns at Aris but is intimidated by Trillian's appearance and returns to work.
* [Ora]Patricia turns to Trillian.
<[Ora]Patricia> I-t t-this how you would like them?
* [nfty]Aris works quickly and enthusiastically, somewhat unlike her. Must be because she's scoping out what the latest food supplies contain...
<[huh]Trillian> Eh?
* [huh]Trillian glances over her own box.
<[huh]Trillian> Yeah, it's fine.
<[nfty]Aris> Ooh.. what's in this one...?
* [nfty]Aris whispers to herself as she peeks at the labeling of the packages
* [Ora]Patricia takes a look at the same box Aris is looking at..
<[Ora]Patricia> Hm?
<[nfty]Aris> Mm... this looks good.  Wonder where it came from...
* [Ora]Patricia taps Aris on the shoulder.
<[nfty]Aris> Ah... feeling faint from hunger... or maybe I'm just getting sick again, oh noo..
* [nfty]Aris mock faints towards Patricia
<[Ora]Patricia> Finish this and I'll cook up a nice meal ok?
* Terminal (Rumia@Rizon-16DD1594.dhcp.bycy.mi.charter.com) Quit (Ping timeout: 240 seconds)
<[nfty]Aris> Ehhh.... maybe if Amaria makes it!
* [nfty]Aris sort of says this in a manner that kind of implies "Because your cooking sucks!"
<[Mode]Amaria> Cooking?
* [Ora]Patricia is shocked.
<[Ora]Patricia> I-I see...
<[nfty]Aris> Yeah!  Your cooking is great!
<[Mode]Amaria> It's not really anything special, is it? I just follow the recipes as programmed.
<[nfty]Aris> After Patricia cooked all those nasty frankfurters up, I was sick in bed for days~
* [nfty]Aris makes an exaggerated "bleaaugh" noise
<[Mode]Amaria> That sounds peculiar. Food poisoning?
* [Ora]Patricia stays silent and continues working on the boxes, placing them like so.
* [nfty]Aris thinks. "Maybe.. but those sausages were really nasty. I don't think I'd ever eat them if I had a choice...
* [nfty]Aris hauls another box. "Ooh, this one has beef stew!"
* [Ora]Patricia WIth her mind focused on solely cleaning now. She moves at an unbearable speed and finishes in break neck speed.
* [nfty]Aris notices Patricia, and picks up the pace to move the boxes into proper storage.
<[Ora]Patricia> It's done Trillian, if you will excuse me. I have to clean myself.
<[huh]Trillian> Go on, then. Good job.
* [nfty]Aris huffs, somewhat tired, but looking proudly at her handiwork.
* [Ora]Patricia walks without saying anything. A tear a can be seen before leaving..
* [Mode]Amaria rolls back and looks around for anything else before turning to Trillian.
<[Mode]Amaria> Anything more?
<[huh]Trillian> That should be it for now.
<[huh]Trillian> Take five, and good work. With this haul, we should be good for a while.
* [nfty]Aris nods, and sits down, taking a rest, which just might wind up becoming an extended nap...
* [Mode]Amaria turns towards Aris.
<[Mode]Amaria> Tired already?
<[nfty]Aris> Mmm.
* [nfty]Aris yaaawns. "Had a good meal, exercise... it's time for some rest, mm."
<[Mode]Amaria> Hmm, you're not very efficient.
* [Ora]Patricia returns to her room to change since her old clothes are covered with grime and dusts...
<[Mode]Amaria> If that's all you can output before you need to rest... maybe you need to be energized?
* [nfty]Aris quickly seems to nod off. She must have eaten a whole lot, seeing as how fast she fell asleep.
<[Mode]Amaria> Ah, and she's out.
<[Ora]Patricia> Ugh.. this sucks.. but I can't let this stop me! But first.. shower.
* [Mode]Amaria rolls backwards away from Aris and heads out the door, speeding off to some other part of the mansion-ship to tend to duties.
* [Ora]Patricia finally is done with the shower..
<[Ora]Patricia> Heh, all the hot water is gone now.. they'll have fun.
* [huh]Trillian steps into the shower room just as Patricia finishes up. Did she forget to lock the door?
* [Ora]Patricia looks for a second at Trillian..
<[Ora]Patricia> Eh?
<[huh]Trillian> Ah?
<[Ora]Patricia> T-t-he showers ready if you'd like to use it.
<[huh]Trillian> Thank you.
* [Ora]Patricia hopes Trillian didn't hear what I earlier and sneaks away...
<[huh]Trillian> Strange girl.
* [huh]Trillian continues with her shower.
* [Ora]Patricia makes it back to her room and begins changing.. locking the door this time.
<[huh]Trillian> !event space
<[huh]Trillian> no?
<[huh]Trillian> (shit RETCON)
* [Mode]Amaria is now known as SleepMode
* [Ora]Patricia finishes putting on a new set of clothes, though a bit tight fitting around her breasts..
<[Ora]Patricia> Hrm.. I gotta get some better dresses.. maybe Amaria has one?~
* [nfty]Aris yawns, getting up from her brief nap... just how long was she sleeping for?
* [nfty]Aris looks around, getting up. Looks like nobody's around...?
* [Ora]Patricia was about to walk to talk to Amaria but realizes about her petite size.. What am I doing this for? No one here has my size..
* [huh]Trillian gets out of the shower.
* [nfty]Aris heads over to the hallways, wondering where everyone went~
* [huh]Trillian proceeds to exit the room in the buff, with nothing but a towel, and strolls leisurely through the corridors.
* [nfty]Aris runs into Trillian.
<[nfty]Aris> ... ah.
<[huh]Trillian> Hey.
* [huh]Trillian nods to Aris nonchlantly.
<[nfty]Aris> Oh... hello Trill.  Um.  Why the towel?
* [Ora]Patricia 's stomach's growls..
<[huh]Trillian> For drying off, of curse.
<[Ora]Patricia> hm.. I suppose some food is in order~
* [Ora]Patricia makes her way to the kitchen sporting the clean outfit..
* [nfty]Aris frowns a little, thinking. . o O (Did she always do this..?)
* [Ora]Patricia Approching the kitchen she sees a little mess made by a certain someone and cleans it before starting on making her food.
* [nfty]Aris feels her ears buzzing lightly for some reason before turning her attention back to Trillian "Ah... right, well, try not to make too much of a fuss, hm? ... I smell food, so..."
<[huh]Trillian> Ah, food.
<[Ora]Patricia> Ugh.. that Aris.. she's going to get a knuckle sandwich when I see her.
* [huh]Trillian heads towards the kitchen, now whistling.
* [nfty]Aris shrugs, and follows Trill into the kitchen, wondering who's cooking... hopefully it's not Patricia.
<[huh]Trillian> Yo, Pattie.
* [Ora]Patricia finishes making her meal and places it on the table. She took a whiff and it smelt wonderful.
<[nfty]Aris> Ahhh... that smells good!  Not bad there... ah.
* [nfty]Aris notices who the cook is.
* [Ora]Patricia gives Aris a dead glare.
<[nfty]Aris> I... no!  Um, it really does smell good!  Really!
* [Ora]Patricia grumbles..
<[Ora]Patricia> If you really want some..
* [Ora]Patricia gives her a share of the already cooked meal.
<[nfty]Aris> Ohh, thank you so!
* [nfty]Aris smiles earnestly at Patricia and gets ready to dig in... but then decides to wait to make sure what Trillian is doing.
* [huh]Trillian is looking at Patricia, waiting for her own portion.
* [Ora]Patricia was about to dig in... but saw Trillian..
<[Ora]Patricia> AH!
<[huh]Trillian> Hah?
<[Ora]Patricia> I-I didn't expect you here!.. I-if you'd like you can have my share! I-i can make some more.
* [Ora]Patricia shoves her plate to Trillian and begins on working on her portion.
* [huh]Trillian shrugs, and digs in.
<[Ora]Patricia> T-this.. goes here.. and this..
* [huh]Trillian almost chokes upon tasting the food.
* [nfty]Aris grins a little, a little amused by Trillian's reaction.
* [Ora]Patricia slowly turns around... oh crap.. this is bad.
<[huh]Trillian> This...
<[huh]Trillian> My god, this is like the food down at Central's mess!
<[huh]Trillian> Daaamn, that brings back memories...
<[nfty]Aris> Ah... how long ago was that...?
* [Ora]Patricia stops for a second to meekly look at Trillian but the smell of burnt reminded that if she didn't remove it now, there wouldn't be any for her.
<[Ora]Patricia> AH! IT'S BURNING
* [nfty]Aris grimaces "... not too long, really. Could be longer, honestly."
* [nfty]Aris takes a bite. "... mm. It has that very... uniquely bad flavor!"
<[huh]Trillian> Exactly, yes!
* [Ora]Patricia frowns at her second failed attempt at cooking today but takes it and her seat next to the other two.. if it werent for Patty's bad cooking this would actually be a nice moment to start the day off.