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[whizbangs]

HOUSE #1470
mayo ✧ little shit ✧ loving daughter







 "You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!

If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."


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Comments

text;

[shoubai]

carol
its here

Re: text;

[whizbangs]

[way to sound ominous]

What's here

Re: text;

[shoubai]

my ship
flagship
kaientais flakghship

Re: text;

[whizbangs]

What
Your ship like
Your ship
Spaceship
Here

Re: text;

[shoubai]

yes

Re: text;

[whizbangs]

[a jumble of questions spring up, wheres and hows and whys, but carol cuts straight through to the most important two:]

Can she fly
Can I see her

Re: text;

[shoubai]

no
and yes
in my backyard
just land on deck ill keep the door open

text → action

[whizbangs]

[how does a ship fit in your backyard -- another question that doesn't matter.]

Ok

[and with only enough presence of mind to snatch her coat off its peg on her way out the door, she's gone.

it takes her minutes to get there, far far less to spot the ship for the first time -- it's so strange, not what she expected, but it should've been, it's perfect, it's so him -- and excitement spurs her on even faster.

broken ribs, arm in a sling, bruises everywhere, every day a new weight on her shoulders, but as her boots touch down on deck none of that really matters anymore. because she's a pilot, born and bred, right down to the soul, and he has a spaceship.

the joy in her voice is unmitigated as she makes her way belowdecks, calls out--]

Tatsuma!

[shoubai]

[ he's had enough time, from the moment of discovery until now to compose himself, to get the smile well and back in place. he's had a couple hours since his first sight of his flagship, the subsequent call to Hiruma for confirmation and information. a couple of hours to explore, to search, to traverse empty hallways and emptier rooms. to stride through deserted corridors and a silent command center, to walk through a hold filled near to bursting with cargo but devoid of anything important and worthwhile.

he's had an hour to sit in the silence of the tatami rooms in the Kairinmaru's upper cabins, the ones set aside for office space, for business and meetings and living.

when carol comes, when he hears her voice ringing in the excitement that only a pilot could express, he's ready. ]

Carol! Over here, in here!

[ the command center, the bridge. diagnostics and the operation of the ship, it all takes place here, this bed of dark monitors and idle panels. built to hold dozens of crew members, it holds only him now, standing over the captain's [ mutsu's ] chair in something very much like pride. a father, showing off his beloved child. ]

Isn't it great!?

[ his voice is only slightly hoarse, made rough and rasping by a near hour of shouting, of calling out the names he remembered and a lot of those he didn't. (mutsu mutsu mutsu) ]

[whizbangs]

[she runs her hand along the wall as she follows the sound of his voice further in, fingers tracing contours, feeling for the heat and the hum that she knows so well from flying a thousand kinds of ship into space; quinjets, kree warships, shi'ar cruisers. she doesn't find it here. it can't fly, he'd said, and she understands the bittersweetness in that, feels a little bit of it herself. sympathy, one pilot to another, one spacefarer to another.

still, when carol emerges onto the bridge, sees him there (in his element, as much as she's ever seen him), it's with the stupidest grin on her face, the stupidest light in her eyes, the stupidest ball of warmth growing in her chest.]

It's beautiful.

[she wants to hug him, maybe, show him how overwhelmingly happy she is for him, but there's an important fact to check before anything else.]

What's she called?

[shoubai]

[ for the first time in three months, he feels at ease. he feels relaxed, he feels at home. surrounded by the low hum of machinery, the pervasive scent of oil and steel and wood and the ozone burn of circuitry and screens. it shows in his posture, his smile, his laugh. even if they're land-locked, nowhere near space, it's something. it's the closest thing to home he can find in this place. ]

The Kairinmaru! The beauty and pride of the fleet! You won't find a finer merchant vessel this side of the galaxy!

[ boasts, bright and proud, and not a whit of shame about it. he'll boast and brag about his company, his crew, all day until he's hoarse. ]

[whizbangs]

I bet.

[kairinmaru, the chances of her actually remembering that are pretty slim, but that's okay; carol plans on having many more conversations with him about this ship.

but as for the one already at hand.]

How fast? What does she run on?

[and then, a note of almost childlike reverence and excitement fluttering very close to the surface:]

Can I see the engines?

[shoubai]

[ he's getting a sneaking suspicion that he may well find carol and his ship run off one day, an elopement most amazing. he wouldn't be the least bit surprised.

probably. ]

Of course you can. It's not much to look at right now, none of the ship's main cores or power stations are running, but--

[ he takes a step away from the chair, heads for the door. ]

No harm in a peek, right?

[whizbangs]

No harm at all.

[and she falls into step beside him, with a last cursory glance around the bridge, thinking I'll be back for you later. elopement is probably a safe bet, all things considered.

carol's boots tap-tap along, left arm jostling in its sling, and her face loses not one iota of its jubilance as she walks.]

So tell me, anyway, how long have you been the eminent spacefaring businessman I see before me?