RP: YSS Miharu In orbit of Yamatai

"To get to the other side."

If one were to look closely, very, very closely, he or she could perhaps discern the slightest hint of pride in Sanjuro's paper-thin tone. Almost. If they squinted.

I wass actually expectin' somethin' different, silly me.

Asher walked over to Sanjuro and almost placed a hand on the man's shoulder and then stopped before he touched the threads. He pulled that hand to his mouth, and then turned away from Sanjuro.

"L'right, Docta' Man." He turned to him, and then gave Sanjuro the double guns.

"I'm gonna say, that was pretty fuckin' funny." Asher said, but then arched a brow. "Keyword is was."

"That joke funny when my grandma' was still in her trainin' bra."

Yuril stared quizzically at the fish. The fish floating right in front of her. The fish floating right in front of her in the middle of her room. The fish right in front of her in the middle of her room, without any water anywhere. It wasn't even a special fish. Actually it kind of looked like a pretty large salmon... Pretty tasty actually. But why was this fish on board a spaceship without any water around?

The salmon stared at the neko with is blank, beedy little black eyes. Somehow it was making 'glub, glub, glub' noises as its mouth open and closed; actually if she squinted it almost looked like she could see bubbles coming out of its mouth like it were actually in water.

Tsukade heard a sound and curiously looked to her right to see a fish... A fish combined with another fish sticking out its midsection. Another sound and to her right was a cake... A cake with a fish body?

"... Alright this is officially pretty weird."

And when she looked in front of her, the original fish had now grown about ten times in size and hardly looked cute. Actually it kind of looked like if you had crossed a fish with a Mishnu. And that was definitely not cool - tentacles and all. She screamed.

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Yuril bolted upright in her bed with a start. Out of fear she made a quick survey of her room. Nope. No crazy Mishnu and fish hybrids... And certainly no fish and cake hybrid. With a groan she crawled out of bed to her desk to survey the half-eaten, small-sized cake on it.

"Ok..." nearby she plucked up a datapad and went about taping some keys to delete some info, "Never making that cake again..."

Then she crawled back into sleep - utterly oblivious to the fact other people were leaving the ship and going planetside. Actually she hadn't even gone drinking. Yuril had been too busy making some probably good tasting but unpalatable food to anyone but her.

"I have some shopping I need to take care of, so I thought I'd head planetside to do it." Yoroko responded. "Ne, Kai-kun, could I get some shopping advice from you?" Yoroko asked telepathically. "I kinda wanted to get a small thank-you gift for Ashitaka-Heisho, do you know what might be good?" Yoroko asked as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

As Yoroko finished her thought a shuttle slid into the shuttle bay and came to a rest on the shiny black floor. Looks like half the crew is going. Yoroko thought. Suddenly Yoroko caught sight of Sanjuro and did a mental double take, not expecting the Yamataian to be so finely dressed.

"What are you talking about? This joke is humorous. Perhaps you just don't know the context of the joke," Sanjuro said defensively, finally pulling his gaze away from the vast nothing before him and placing it on Asher's face. He couldn't wrap his brain around how this person could not understand such a simple joke. "The humor is that the question itself leaves far many answers open to the recipient of the joke. The chicken in question could be, say...crossing the road to find a new food source, or perhaps a mate. Perhaps even to flee from a predator. While you are left pondering what possible answer it is, I give you the correct form; 'to get to the other side'. The humor is the simplicity and accuracy of my own answer, because no matter what the chicken's agenda or goal, crossing the road will always yield access to the opposing side."

"Thus, humorous."

Kai stared at the scene going on behind Yoroko, of wich one of the participants (Sanjuro) was partially oblivious. Shaking his head, Kai returned jokingly "Termite filled suppository, to get that stick out of his ass" he chuckled at himself before continuing " Maybe an actual joke book for Sanjuro to use. Something with nerdy science or medical jokes. He might actually become funny. After those Telepathic replies, he said "I'll go with you, if you'd like, Yoroko-chan"

"Thass tha' fuckin' problem! Thass' tha' numbah. one. rule." Asher said, tapping his fist on his palm with each periodical stop in his sentece.

"If ya hafta' explain ya joke, iss' not funny."

Sanjuro didn't answer Asher immediately. Instead, the medical officer turned and resumed his previous position, staring forward into the emptiness of the shuttle bay, arms crossed and expression contemplative. A short moment of silence passed between the two of them without any reaction from Sanjuro whatsoever. Finally, his eyes still averted, he spoke.

". . . the ability to tell jokes is not an effective way to discern social skill."

Asher returned his hands to his coatpockets and then arched a brow at Sanjuro. He stared at the well dressed man for a awhile.

Well, I guess he's right. Asher thought, after he considered Sanjuro's response. He tilted his head a little back and to the side.

"What chu' plannin' t'do off tha' ship?" Asher asked him.

"I have a personal appointment," Sanjuro said, quickly glancing at the watch on his wrist again. "and then I will most likely visit my family before returning. We only have a day of leave, after all."

Asher shrugged at Sanjuro and turned around with his back to the medical specialist.

"You have fun wit' that, man." Asher waved at the man and then walked over to Kai and Yoroko.

"Whassup kiddies? Where you two goin' t'day?" said the Hei, looking warmly at Yoroko, then looking at Kai with more of a less than interested face.

"Who knows" Kai answered, somewhat disinterestedly. "I've never been on Yamatai before, so it'll be a new thing for me. You ever been there?" He said, directing his question at Asher, showing a bit more interest now. Kai did not seem to be phazed by Asher's change of expression, and remained his usual self, though just a hint more eager.

Yuril yawned and sat up in her bed, rubbing her head as she stiffled a yawn with the other. It was pretty rare to be able to sleep in... It felt nice though. With another yawn the neko crawled out of her bed and rummaged around on the floor to find her uniform; then once accomplishing that groggily marched out of her room to go take a bath and actually wake herself up - or at least enjoy a nice, private bath anyway. She suspected most of the crew had finished already so she had it all to herself~

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Some time later Tsukade Yuril, now fully clothed, sauntered into the docking bay on her own whim of exploring the ship. She was a bit surprised to see Sanjuro, Kai, Yoroko, and Asher around. Though she didn't make herself all that obviously known, rather she kind of hung back watching them all as she smoothed out her uniform.

"You kiddin'? I wass' born'n'raised in the deserts of Yamatai." Asher admited proudly to Kai. "It's a great, safe, borin' place t'live. Yamatai has s'many fuckin' cops on it, iss' not even fuckin' funny."

He looked around for a moment and caught Yuril's form out of the edge of his vision, he turned and tried to focus his vision. It was Yuril, indeed.

Well, I thought she dissafuckin'peared for awhile, hadn't seen ol-two-toned since tha' sim.

"Ey' Yuri! What'd ya' doin' in ya slicks? Iss' free time, yannow? Planetside fun, casual time." Asher said, calling out Yuril.

Yoroko inhaled to speak, when Asher suddenly turned toward Yuril. Yoroko hesitated before trying to speak up again. However before Yoroko could speak again, Asher yelled over toward Yuril.

Asher said:

"Ey' Yuri! What'd ya' doin' in ya slicks? Iss' free time, yannow? Planetside fun, casual time."

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'Slicks'? Yoroko thought before looking up the word via Miharu. Perhaps I shouldn't have worn these... Yoroko thought as she glanced down at her uniform. Why didn't he say anything I wonder...

It took Yuril a full three seconds to understand what Asher said. And given she was a nekovalkryja with a supercomputer for a brain - essentially - that was really quite a feat. Once her translation of what Asher had exactly said to her Yuril merely shrugged and smiled.

"Well I don't really own any other sets of clothing... Well none that would be as presentable anyhow; I don't believe my sleeping clothes are all that appropriate or a swimsuit..."

The mentioning of casual time made Tsukade remember the last time she had this so called 'casual time'; she had gone out clothes shopping for the first time ever, was relaxing and then that who Mishnu attack had taken place.

"Well, thass' a good reason t'come down to Yamatai wit' us! Get some new clothes s'ya c'n take tha' town by storm!" Asher chuckled, beckoning Yuril to come over.

After a moment longer in slumber, the small neko slowly began to awaken. Taking a moment to blink the sleep from her eyes, the young warrant officer rolled onto her back and arched her back to stretch her lithe body out on her bed with a small yawn. A couple of datapads fell from the bed in a clatter, but Masako ignored the sound as she started to twist her body so that her legs were off the bed. Only, she couldn't necessarily do as she planned due to the sheet tangled around her bare legs.

Mumbling incoherently, the young neko fumbled around as she slowly removed her legs from said sheets in order for her to finally sit on the edge of her bed. Sitting there for a moment, she scratched the crown of her head through the distraught locks of hair that had been tormented by her pillows.

As she began to wake up fully, the Miharu's Armor Leader called up set another volumetric window into her room to pull up any messages she had received during her the ships time away. One of them had been a message to all of Star Army directly from the new Empress and Taisho Yui on certain points, a message that Masako replied quickly enough. But it also got her thinking of a few things.

One of them was the fact that her uniform and sidearm seemed horribly out of date. She was still held the same types of each since she had entered the Star Army and it was probably time to at least do something about it. Closing the window with the Empress' message, she opened a composing window and began to type up a requisition request.

Abwehran Commander said:

To: Star Army Logistics
Subject: Requisition of Updated Uniform and Sidearm

Upon review of the standards used among the fleets, I have come to the conclusion that is is time to update my uniform and sidearm. I have been using the same of each since the beginning of my enlistment, so it is probably long overdue.

To this degree, I would like to have two Type 30 Female Bodysuit Uniforms and one Type 30B 1XF Female Skirt Uniform (mini-skirt style) shipped to either the YSS Miharu or to the YSS Pelican as soon as possible.

I would also like to know where the best possible place to trade my sidearm from my current Type 28C Service Pistol to a new Type 30 Service Pistol. Though I would prefer to keep my Type 28C and just receive a Type 30 Pistol, I understand if this cannot be done.

Ittou Juni Kurohoshi Masako
Armor Wing Leader
YSS Miharu

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With her signature on the bit of mail, Masako sent it in as dismissed the window with a wave as she stood up and yawned again. Walking through a collection of windows, the young woman began picking up the random datapads and clothing that had been left lying aroung. Placing the datapads upon her desk and the clothing in the hamper, she removed her lingerie from her body feeling the area her bra had occupied with an annoyed look. "Never again," she reminded herself as the tossed them into the hamper as well.

Pulling her yukata over her naked body, the young warrant officer made her bed and looked around the room. Only to realize she had forgotten to dismiss the other windows as well. Sending a mental command to save all the data she was looking at, she dismissed them and went about choosing what she would wear. After all, it was shore leave for the day.

But what would she do? Simple...she hadn't gotten any presents for Yukari or Miyoko, so she might as well attempt to get some form of belated gift. She would have to figure out what she would purchase for them while she was down there. But now, would be attire. It was at that moment, searching her wardrobe, she learned that she didn't really have a proper pair of shoes that fit her black slip dress. "I'll get something for that as well," she mumbled as she pulled out one of her black tank tops and her black silk skirts with a pair of simple panties and a front-open bra.

Slipping on her non-standard issue casual sandals, Masako exited her room carrying her outfit and toiletries. Normally, she'd have been hesitant to walk in the corridors only clad in her standard issue yukata and nothing else, but a mental check of Miharu's internal sensors told her that she could pretty much go to the communal bathing area in peace.

After all, everyone seemed to be either off ship or in the shuttle bay.