MK Blitzen

Firefly - Second 'Verse

The Kids Are Alright Part 1

The China Doll

OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen and @Yule

Mathias, Cyd, Isaac

The Skye’s spent their first night on the China Doll in their cabin. The trio didn’t close their eyes until long after the ‘witching hour’ had passed. Cyd spent the night scanning her Datapad, chatting it up with Mathias while Isaac tried to remember the combination to the lock he constantly messed with. They did - for the sake of other passengers - turn the music down so no one felt compelled to thump on any walls. Cyd silently congratulated them on their consideration. Somewhere in the late afternoon, she was the first of the siblings to grind the sleep from her eyes and sit up in bed.

The thing with busking for their money was there was a time and place for it. Mornings were never the time, no one wanted a cheerful face with a hat out during morning commutes. No matter how up beat, pretty or talented … so the Skyes clocks were often geared to waking in the afternoon, at best, and late nights. Regardless, waking up no matter the time was the worst part of the day in Mathias’s opinion.

Given they were trapped in a tin can as they hurled through the vacuum of space, there really wasn’t much that needed to be done so his lazy ass was pretending Cyd wasn’t awake, looming over the boys, shaming them for still being asleep.

Isaac was sprawled across the floor not unlike a carelessly tossed ragdoll whose bedding followed close behind on the trip down. The boy managed to take up far more space than should be possible for someone of his size. The image was complete with a crooked head and gaping maw which emanated a sound akin to a garbage disposal that briefly got hung up on a corn cob before clearing itself and continuing.

Cyd yawned. “I know you’re up, Yobo,” she said in a hushed tone as she absently kicked at the boy on the floor gingerly with a bare foot.

“Who can sleep with the damn garbage disposal running …” Mathias said grouchy as he hoarding his blanket closer around him defiantly. “ … now you know why some mother lions eat their young … or in this case smother them in their sleep. No one has to know ...” He said, giving the youngest member a bleary glare.

The teen on the floor sleepily whined as he pawed blindly at his sister's leg, impotent slaps hitting her ankle before falling to the floor. It was hard to make out, but something about "blanket" and "five minutes" as he tugged at a corner of the covers the girl was standing on preventing him from rolling away from her foot taps into his side.

“Come on,” she coaxed. “We were told three squares a day, right? Well, I smelled bacon earlier, meaning we missed breakfast, and if we don’t get a move on, dinner will be off the table - literally- too. Hear that LoLo? Food….”

“What if it’s three triangle instead of square? I mean what does that even mean? Three square?” Mathias complained hiding under his pillow.

"Food pyramid" Isaac muttered from the floor with a look of self satisfaction. His retort sounded absolutely ingenious to him in his current state if he did say so himself. But the word "food" wormed its way through the reverie as he dragged himself to a sitting up position, squinting to let in as little offensive light assault his eyes as possible. He slapped at a random lump on the bed not knowing or really caring what he struck and absently said "C'mon….food…".

Cyd shook her head at her brothers’ antics - all for five more minutes. “Go shower up, clean up - and then? We have some exploring to do,” she offered.

Mathias grumbled at being prodded all willy nilly and threw his blankets over Isaacs head. “No one has to know …” He said, holding up his pillow for emphasis.

Isaac fumbled, getting the blankets off of his head and scowled at his older brother. He rummaged through his backpack collecting all that he would need for a hose down and then made his way to his feet. He jabbed a finger at his sister trying desperately to sound badass. "Food. First. Then explore."

Cyd responded by rumpling his hair and giving him a courtesy nod. “Food first. Probably.”

Mathias yawned. “Remember. You let him live …” He reminded Cyd, getting his toiletries together.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Meals, Mahjong, Meeting Up

The China Doll Galley

Joint post with @Gunther, @MK Blitzen, @Winters, @Yule

Hook was almost finished with the meal when the three young people entered the Galley. He nodded to them as they entered and took seats at the table. There was space at one end for their game.

“Heya,” Cyd greeted with a bright smile, taking a seat next to her brother as she placed her cortex on the table. The oldest of the three, Mathias - set up the mahjong tiles. At least he claimed to be the oldest, but Cyd had her doubts. He was definitely the tallest if that counted for anything, and in his own eyes it counted for everything. The crewman in the galley was about her Yobo’s height, 6 feet and a bit of change.

Mathias, gave a wave to the man cooking in response. He was going to be a bother while the man was working and figured there would be plenty of time for introductions. He was quickly making a subtle bop to Isaac’s idle drumming, slipped out a baggie of Mahjong tiles flipping them character side down as he mixed them on the table. He couldn’t help but clack the tiles to the rhythm as well while dealing and stacking them out. “Eldest or youngest first?”

“Shoot for it,” Cyd said with indignity, tapping Mathias’ chair with her foot. “Give the middle kid a chance.”

"Yeah, how come you never choose middle, Mat? Isaac said, not making eye contact with either sibling as he drummed on the table without even thinking about it. He was engrossed with the shiny little combination lock Mathias picked up for him not too long ago. Only he neglected to save the verdomde paper with the combination.

“Or the youngest could go last from now on ... “ Mathias said with a nonchalant shrug and a sly smile. He waited to see how quick that tune was going to change now as he moved the tiles into place neatly in front of Isaac, Cyd and himself.

"Muukhai." Isaac grumbled with a stink eye to his brother. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "26, 14 33!!" He immediately stopped drumming and picked up the lock, taking his time to enter the numbers. He pulled on the shackle...no good. He put the lock back in it's place on the table and reflexively began drumming again.

“Not an answer …” Mathias saing leaning back in his chair as he rolled a tile between his fingers. “ … what say you Cyd?” He offered since the youngest was dodging any responsibility.

“I’m all for LoLo always going last,” she giggled. “My chances just went from 33 to 50.”

"High score on a run of 5 goes first?" the youngest asked.

“Sorry LoLo it’s between me and Cyd now!” Mathias said in a merry tone putting his tile back in place.

"You just gonna let him go first like that?" Isaac goaded his sister as he lightly padded the table. He didn't need to get grief for knocking the tiles out of position.

Mathias eyes flashed to his hand thinking. “Speed round, first to three plums?” He challenged his sister.

“First to three plums!” She agreed happily. Mathias would be first to three plums.

He was always first to three plums.

The twin vied for the win in a rapid fire game. It was honestly through sheer luck when Mathias face of concentration broke out into a smile. "Sik." He announced showing his hand.

“You Chitlins’ want some grub? Hep yerself,” Hook offered as he flipped some burgers off the grill and onto a plate. He added dogs as well.

Isaac trembled with excitement as he looked to Mathias, then Cyd, then the plate of freshly cooked meats at the far end of the table. This repeated a few more times: Mathias, Cyd, food as the teen did his best impression of a pathetic puppy. Manners weren't exactly his strong suit, especially when it came to 'grub', but the boy held position until he got the blessing from one of the killjoys sitting next to him.

Cyd ticked her head towards the food, releasing the hound she snickered to herself. “Shot, mate,” she told the man she assumed was the cook. “Thanks, this looks lekker, smells great too. Oh, I’m Cyd, this is my brother, Mathias, and my other brother, Isaac. “

"Shot mate ... And for the love of … remember your manners you weren't raised entirely in a barn." Mathias chided at Isaac.

Isaac let out a playful whinny as he gave a grateful nod to the founder of the feast. "Shot, mate!" he concurred with his sibs before making a beeline to the other end of the table, pausing for only a moment to point menacingly at the combination lock that was still stubbornly closed on the table. "I'll deal with you later." he said with all the menace of an archenemy.

“You know where about on New Melbourne we’ll be touching down?” Cyd asked the shipmate.

“Nice to meet you folks,” Joe answered the trio. “The name’s Joe. Joe Hooker, but most folks call me Hook. I just hired onto the China Doll t’day. All I knows is that’s where we headin’ Should be just over a three day trip, but where on that fish bowl we’s landin’? No clue.”

Cyd nodded as the man spoke. Two people just hired. Maiden voyage, or revolving door of crewmates? “Bon Bagay, congrats on the new job, Hook,” she toasted.

"Congwaduwafums." Isaac added to his sister's good wishes through a mouthful of hot dog.

"I swear we tried to teach him good manners, he was unfortunately raised mostly by wolves so we're just happy he's house broken." Mathais snarked. "And yes, Bon Bagay, Congrats on the job. You play?" He offered. "We can deal you in."

“No thanks,” Hook retorted softly with a smile. “I need to clean the place up and check in with Miss Abby. Sounds like some more freight arrived down in the cargo bay.”

"Don't let us get in your way then." Mathais said agreeably. Work first, play later, he understood and the last thing he wanted to do was prevent the man from doing his job.

“Nice to meetcha, Hook!” Cyd called. Hook the cook, that would be easy to remember. She rolled one of the tiles to the back of her hand. “Middle goes first? Yes?” Hopefully they were in for smooth sailing. There would be plenty of work on New Melbourne - she had a good feeling.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Skyejacked Part 1

Eavesdown Docks

OOC: JP between @sail3695, @Winters, @MK Blitzen and @Yule

The sun was getting low at the Eavesdown Docks. But business was still operating, many going down to the wire. Cargo was being stowed by the crew of their respective ships and were prepping up for dust off as soon as the sunset.

The trio had celebrated their haul with dinner and small treats afterward. When you love life like the Skyes doing what they did the present was often the most pressing.

Small victories. It kept their spirits high.

Mathias walked alongside his sister, eyes flicking from each ship and briefly to the destinations on their boards.

Isaac deftly weaved in between and around his brother and sister on his longboard, barely grazing the edge of Mathias' coat or Cyd's hair as he circled. Some of his winnings went towards the new bucket he was carrying along with various candy that filled it partway. "So where we lookin' to go this time?" the teen asked as he popped his gum cheerfully. "I hear Ariel's got rich folk. Probably get much better tips too." he reasoned. "Though, we probably'll need to be all fancy dressed and I ain't got much formal clothes."

"Tsh … you just wanna swim in those bioluminescent pools they got." Mathias chuckled.

"How do ya think they light those things?" The younger Skye pondered. Without waiting for an answer, he continued rambling on about lights under the water, glowing fish, and several other postulations, each more elaborate and ridiculous.

Cyd shifted the lollipop resting against her teeth to the other side before using it to point to a rundown-looking ship on the docks. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but something about it made her brother shake his head. Right, right, the number four. No-go. At least this go-round they could afford to be a little choosy. She pulled her hat down to brace against a sudden gust. “What about that one?” She asked, interrupting Isaac as his conversation to himself continued. She pointed to a ship with a redhead about her own size standing on a gangplank, discussing something with a larger man.

Mathias tilted his head to the side then look at their next destination. "I do like fish …" he mused to his sister.

“You like food," she giggled in response.

"It's true I do like food," Mathias said with fake innocence. "Let's check 'er out, if they try to rake us we can move on. Plenty of ships in the sky."

Cyd nodded. The well on Persephone hadn’t yet run dry, but you were always better off if your motivation wasn’t desperation. Desperation is how you get into trouble, and if there was anything the Skye’s wanted to avoid, it was trouble. She shifted the weight of her backpack and patiently waited for their turn.

Least they ain’t footpads, Abby glanced over Caruthers’ shoulder at the trio who stood waitin’ for a chance to deal. “So,” she asked the industrialist, “will fifteen percent off seal the deal?”

Caruthers shifted, aware of the presence of listening ears. “Twenty would be better...but we’ve both got commitments to keep.” He offered his hand. “Miss Travis, I’ll have my men by with the cargo and your payment in thirty minutes.”

“Shiny,” the girl shook the perfectly manicured hand. “Pleasure. We’ll getcher stuff there safe an’ sound.” As the well appointed gentleman offered a nod and turned away, Abby’s eyes set upon them as come walkin’ up. “Lookin’ fer passage to New Melbourne?”

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Street Credits Part 5

Persephone City

OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen and @Yule

It would have been understandable to assume that the teen was playing along to something being piped out of his oversized headphones, but no music played from them. This new little toy the teen recently acquired and was quite proud of was, in fact, a listening device, capable of canceling out or minimizing some frequencies (like the sounds of his bucket drums) while dialing in others (like a specific conversation in a group) and the conversation he just heard caused him to perk up.

With a few taps on the side of the device, he was able to isolate the conversation of a couple or Alliance purple bellies starting their patrolling of the square. It seemed like they never had much else to do except harass street performers trying to earn a living. Getting jammed up with the likes of them would cost them the rest of their afternoon at the very least, more of they decided to be total pains in the ass. The boy hit a rather unusual flourish and changed up the rhythm yet again and really gave the impression he was into it. The beat, however, disguised a code that Isaac tapped out in repetition, a skill he learned from his sibs. It said "Time To Go. Purple Belly"

The steady rhythm of Isaac’s drumming was better than any trance mix Cyd had on her playlist at drowning out the world. The motion was more muscle memory than focus, which is why any change was jarring. When you perform the same routine over and over, the slightest change was enough to prick your ear, especially when Isaac threw in a lick to tip them off.

Keeping the beat on the plastic bucket, she paid attention to the ping of the can, spelling it out in her head. She dropped low to turn under Mathias’ butterfly kick, always a crowd pleaser probably because his legs were so damn long. Purple Bellies. “Yaveskh tsag.” she repeated. There was no time for more credits. Isaac would have to find more buckets and cans. She hastily grabbed her hat, dumping it and Isaac’s take into her backpack.

"Maji ya fink." Mathias responded with a snort as the crowd clapped and cheered at the conclusion. He could just see the purple bellies harassing the balloon man. The crowd cheering had finally caught their attention. "Ag man! Ve rooted. Hustle up!" He urged snatching his bags from the ground and using his size to make holes through the crowd.

Even though he was the first to spot the Purps, Isaac was caught flat-footed with how quickly his sister and brother ended the performance. He was just rolling into a fill when Cyd grabbed the sticks out of his hands and stuffed them into her pack. He didn't even have time to gather up his makeshift instruments before being led through the crowd, Cyd's hand firmly clasped around his wrist.

He looked back lamenting the bucket he loved...and lost. His sorrow was short-lived, however, when the old familiar bark of "You! Stop right there!" pierced the din of the crowd. There'll be other buckets the teen reassured himself as the trio redoubled their efforts to get the hell out of there.

"It's funny", he griped to no one in particular, "Why do they always yell 'Stop' when it's just gonna make people run away faster?"

"Think of it as a competency test. You're an idiot if you don't run." Mathias quipped.

"Then we must be the smartest húndàn in the 'Verse!" Isaac chaffed in return.

“Less talky-talky, more bolty-bolty.” Cyd added as a shrill whistle blew.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Street Credits Part 2

Persephone City

OOC: JP between @Winters, @MK Blitzen and @Yule

The left earpiece on her headphones had gone out again, but Cyd wasn’t too worried about it. It was an easy enough fix, and besides it let her better hear Isaac’s rhythm to move her feet as she worked the crowd, pencil turning twice up to a slightly older man, late 20’s maybe in an expensive looking shirt.

She smiled and touched his arm, he returned the grin and seemed to like the attention, dropping a few credits in the hat she offered. In return, she cha cha stepped with him before moving on. A blonde had both of her eyebrows raised in a way that indicated she was less than enchanted with a little rave dancing.

Moving on.

The girl with the braids! Too many braids, but she looked like she was having fun as she hopped on her toes and whipped her hair wildly. Briefly Cyd wondered if she ever hit herself in the eye with one of the beads she used to secure the ends of each braid, because that would hurt like a bitch. Still, she grabbed the younger girl’s wrist and dragged her to the front. Parents were an easy mark, show their kiddo a little attention and credits will follow. Cyd slowed down to show the girl a few simple running-man steps, and the kid awkwardly bopped along as her mother took a vid on her cortex. A round of applause was given to the girl, and both parents put credits into the hat. Easy Peasy.

The blonde brushed past her pointedly to drop babki in the bin by Isaac, it’s all going the same place, bitch, Cyd mused to herself. An older teen, 19, 20ish, egged on by his peers stepped in, reeking of body spray and hair gel, like he’d been baking with it in the sun. He flashed a few credits and Cyd inwardly lamented wrinkling her nose as she brightened her smile.

Like the young girl, Cyd tried to show him the running man, but he was more interested in posturing, raising his shirt to show off his abs as he rolled his body. She briefly wondered if in the history of histories that ever worked for him as a pick-up move, and the punk stepped in closer to grind. Had it been a party, she’d have introduced her knee to his favorite body part, but this was work. Besides, it was easy enough to T-step away, twirling her aqua hair in a circle for effect. She pointed to the hat, he pointed to himself. Stalemate.

Moving on.

Hey, Hi, Hello!

Thank you for the warm welcomes!

Hey, Hi, Hello!

Hey, hi, and hello!

I'm happy to be here - it's always great to meet fellow RP'ers and writers. A friend of mine (they know who they are!) invited me over and I've enjoyed scouting around at some of the awesome games you have going.

I love to GM, kick plots around and of course, RolePlay. I'm a collaborative writer at heart, and I like a lot of different genres. I'm into Sci-Fi to Supernatural, Avengers to Apocalypse, Wizards to Westerns, Zombies to Zootopia. Not really Zootopia. I panicked and needed something that started with a Z for alliteration. Nothing against Zootopia - I'm more an Emperor's New Groove sort. Basically I have a lot of different interests, but I'll gladly write anywhere with engaging characters and plotlines.

I mostly write in established fandoms but have recently branched out into world building and that's been a blast to do also.

Thanks in advance, I look forward to getting to know and working with you!

-MK