Dumont
Inactive Member
YSS Eucharis Tour Group:
Following the deposit of corpses, Shiho fell in line with the other new recruits to go through Tsuguka's tour of the ship. Her belongings once more taken up and slung over her back, she seemed to almost instantly sink back into looking somewhere between hungover and depressed the moment they had boarded and left their commanding officer outside the ship. Through the little tour they were given, there was a few times she would snap back to standing tall when she felt that Tsuguka was paying attention to her, but she at least seemed less wary around ranking infantry... Especially after Tsuguka admitted that they were all ultimately Suites' underlings.
The ship was... Something. Lavish decorations, fancy stuff all about. Shiho had to try in order to vaguely remember that this was the ship under command of Ketsurui Hanako. So they were literally flying in Royalty style here, some small amount of the sag in her broad shoulders was relieved that this was at least some sort of step up... But one glimpse up the stairs from the crew lounge to the wardroom had her spy the ceiling covered in paintings of said royal family, to which Shiho's face practically screamed 'Seriously?'
She had never felt so... Proletarian before.
But the tour went on, and then ground to a bit of a halt as Tsuguka talked about a fruit being a veteran in the galley. Shiho blanked on it for a moment before her mind wrapped around exactly what was being said. It was the galley, so there would be fruit in there: Yes. Was this an inside joke? Did someone kill a Misshu with a mango during the battle of Yamatai? Did it get promoted afterwards? Was the fruit on this ship notoriously bad for eight years straight? Maybe there was someone literally named Mango, who could be a terrible person... But who names someone after a fruit?
...Was she joking?
Oh...
Shiho's face split into a bit of a grin, before failing to hold back a laugh which only wound up escaping through her nose as an ungraceful snort. She clapped her hand to her face, almost stopping herself; but the seal was broken now. Might as well enjoy it.
Tsuguka was sort of charming in her own way, apparently.
Following the deposit of corpses, Shiho fell in line with the other new recruits to go through Tsuguka's tour of the ship. Her belongings once more taken up and slung over her back, she seemed to almost instantly sink back into looking somewhere between hungover and depressed the moment they had boarded and left their commanding officer outside the ship. Through the little tour they were given, there was a few times she would snap back to standing tall when she felt that Tsuguka was paying attention to her, but she at least seemed less wary around ranking infantry... Especially after Tsuguka admitted that they were all ultimately Suites' underlings.
The ship was... Something. Lavish decorations, fancy stuff all about. Shiho had to try in order to vaguely remember that this was the ship under command of Ketsurui Hanako. So they were literally flying in Royalty style here, some small amount of the sag in her broad shoulders was relieved that this was at least some sort of step up... But one glimpse up the stairs from the crew lounge to the wardroom had her spy the ceiling covered in paintings of said royal family, to which Shiho's face practically screamed 'Seriously?'
She had never felt so... Proletarian before.
But the tour went on, and then ground to a bit of a halt as Tsuguka talked about a fruit being a veteran in the galley. Shiho blanked on it for a moment before her mind wrapped around exactly what was being said. It was the galley, so there would be fruit in there: Yes. Was this an inside joke? Did someone kill a Misshu with a mango during the battle of Yamatai? Did it get promoted afterwards? Was the fruit on this ship notoriously bad for eight years straight? Maybe there was someone literally named Mango, who could be a terrible person... But who names someone after a fruit?
...Was she joking?
Oh...
Shiho's face split into a bit of a grin, before failing to hold back a laugh which only wound up escaping through her nose as an ungraceful snort. She clapped her hand to her face, almost stopping herself; but the seal was broken now. Might as well enjoy it.
Tsuguka was sort of charming in her own way, apparently.