i. exploration (the bar, observation deck, garden)
[One moment, Rick had been cuffed to a wall, prepared for a lifetime in prison for the crimes he had committed. But.. well, it was short lived. Because as quick as he had been placed there, he had been shoved through a portal aboard a ship and he hardly had a chance to be confused or wonder what had happened before he was ushered to the MedBay to get his body checked on and all that newbie jazz.
By the time they were done with him and ready to let the new crew member get a feel for what the Moira was all about, Rick was beyond annoyed, and frankly any fucks he had about suddenly being put on a random ass ship like this had been lost. Though, it wasn't like he was in a hurry to leave or anything... this actually might be a blessing in disguise, as frustrating suddenly being forced to work for someone else was. Maybe if he sees this as community service, it won't be so bad. I mean, he was supposed to be stuck to a wall for the rest of his life so at least this was a bit less boring.
Anyway, first things first: getting to know your surroundings.
Rick's not really looking for anything in particular, just trying to see if he recognized the ship, the people on it, or the galaxy they were traveling through. For the record, he's wearing a prison uniform because frankly, he doesn't give a fuck if anyone sees him in it. He's convinced he won't last long on the ship anyway, so who even cares.
The first area he decides to check out is the gardens. He's not much of a plant guy but for a spaceship traveling through the galaxy for who even knows how long, it was pretty impressive how healthy their plants were. The air in here must be pretty damn pure for the place to be so green and healthy... or the plants were genetically mutated at some point to live in even the shittiest of places like this. Either way, Rick was intrigued and so, he'll spend some time in here looking at the different kinds of flowers and trees and.... why are there cats in here. That's. Okay. He'll just... pet one. Not because he likes cats or anything but because it's weird and he's curious, okay.
Once he's satisfied with getting to know some cats checking the gardens out, the next stop is the Bar, because where there's alcohol, there's Rick Sanchez. He actually didn't really think to seek out any drinks at first, but when he entered the Mess hall the first thing he noticed was the nicely stocked bar in back and the rest is history. So he can be found for a good chunk of the day here, either sitting at the bar drinking something that looks weird or behind it mixing drinks. He might even offer a drink to anyone who walks by while he's mixing because why the hell not, let's all get drunk on this space adventure.
Finally, he stumbles upon the Observation Deck where he doesn't do anything too interesting. He's got a cup in hand of some kind of alcoholic beverage and he's just staring off into the stars vacantly, while he contemplates how long it'll take for the Galactic Federation to board and drag him off to prison again.]
ii. buddies (you poor soul)
[Whoever was assigned Rick Sanchez' buddy, you'll notice that he's sneaked off before you could even get acquainted with him. Lucky you. But he's not hard to find seeing as he's not even trying to get away from you, he'd just rather figure things out by himself than with someone holding his hand. But after he's done on the observation deck, he'll be looking for answers and finally willing to chat. Either by you finding him or someone ushering him towards you, you'll be greeted with a grumpy old man in a prison jumpsuit, arms crossed over his chest with a look that says "I really don't want to be here right now but I have to anyway" just written on his face.]
A-alright, d-bag. We're not here to make friends, we're here because the i-idiots running the place are scrambling to cover their asses because they're low on supplies a-and they don't want to deal with the new guys whining and crying about when they get to go home and why they have to share clothes when everyone else doesn't have to and all that crap, right? A-am I right? Did I leave anything out?
[It's rhetorical, and he continues before they can answer.]
Before you ask, I'm a freakin' ge--[urrrrrp]--enius, and everyone's runnin' around like chickens with their heads cut off around here while there's a constant stream of shit just flying through the fan.
Anyway, let's speed this up a little and cut to the chase. I'm Rick Sanchez, I'm not lookin' to make any attachments here - and I-I don't care about whatever welcome committee I missed out on earlier. I just want to know two things: What the fuck is even the point of all of this, and can the Intergalactic Government track this ship down?
iii. wildcard
[pick your poison! if nothing here suits your fancy, feel free to make a scenario up and i'll follow!]
rick sanchez || rick and morty || CW: for serious language hes a fowl grandpa
[One moment, Rick had been cuffed to a wall, prepared for a lifetime in prison for the crimes he had committed. But.. well, it was short lived. Because as quick as he had been placed there, he had been shoved through a portal aboard a ship and he hardly had a chance to be confused or wonder what had happened before he was ushered to the MedBay to get his body checked on and all that newbie jazz.
By the time they were done with him and ready to let the new crew member get a feel for what the Moira was all about, Rick was beyond annoyed, and frankly any fucks he had about suddenly being put on a random ass ship like this had been lost. Though, it wasn't like he was in a hurry to leave or anything... this actually might be a blessing in disguise, as frustrating suddenly being forced to work for someone else was. Maybe if he sees this as community service, it won't be so bad. I mean, he was supposed to be stuck to a wall for the rest of his life so at least this was a bit less boring.
Anyway, first things first: getting to know your surroundings.
Rick's not really looking for anything in particular, just trying to see if he recognized the ship, the people on it, or the galaxy they were traveling through. For the record, he's wearing a prison uniform because frankly, he doesn't give a fuck if anyone sees him in it. He's convinced he won't last long on the ship anyway, so who even cares.
The first area he decides to check out is the gardens. He's not much of a plant guy but for a spaceship traveling through the galaxy for who even knows how long, it was pretty impressive how healthy their plants were. The air in here must be pretty damn pure for the place to be so green and healthy... or the plants were genetically mutated at some point to live in even the shittiest of places like this. Either way, Rick was intrigued and so, he'll spend some time in here looking at the different kinds of flowers and trees and.... why are there cats in here. That's. Okay. He'll just... pet one. Not because he likes cats or anything but because it's weird and he's curious, okay.
Once he's satisfied with
getting to know some catschecking the gardens out, the next stop is the Bar, because where there's alcohol, there's Rick Sanchez. He actually didn't really think to seek out any drinks at first, but when he entered the Mess hall the first thing he noticed was the nicely stocked bar in back and the rest is history. So he can be found for a good chunk of the day here, either sitting at the bar drinking something that looks weird or behind it mixing drinks. He might even offer a drink to anyone who walks by while he's mixing because why the hell not, let's all get drunk on this space adventure.Finally, he stumbles upon the Observation Deck where he doesn't do anything too interesting. He's got a cup in hand of some kind of alcoholic beverage and he's just staring off into the stars vacantly, while he contemplates how long it'll take for the Galactic Federation to board and drag him off to prison again.]
ii. buddies (you poor soul)
[Whoever was assigned Rick Sanchez' buddy, you'll notice that he's sneaked off before you could even get acquainted with him. Lucky you. But he's not hard to find seeing as he's not even trying to get away from you, he'd just rather figure things out by himself than with someone holding his hand. But after he's done on the observation deck, he'll be looking for answers and finally willing to chat. Either by you finding him or someone ushering him towards you, you'll be greeted with a grumpy old man in a prison jumpsuit, arms crossed over his chest with a look that says "I really don't want to be here right now but I have to anyway" just written on his face.]
A-alright, d-bag. We're not here to make friends, we're here because the i-idiots running the place are scrambling to cover their asses because they're low on supplies a-and they don't want to deal with the new guys whining and crying about when they get to go home and why they have to share clothes when everyone else doesn't have to and all that crap, right? A-am I right? Did I leave anything out?
[It's rhetorical, and he continues before they can answer.]
Before you ask, I'm a freakin' ge--[urrrrrp]--enius, and everyone's runnin' around like chickens with their heads cut off around here while there's a constant stream of shit just flying through the fan.
Anyway, let's speed this up a little and cut to the chase. I'm Rick Sanchez, I'm not lookin' to make any attachments here - and I-I don't care about whatever welcome committee I missed out on earlier. I just want to know two things: What the fuck is even the point of all of this, and can the Intergalactic Government track this ship down?
iii. wildcard
[pick your poison! if nothing here suits your fancy, feel free to make a scenario up and i'll follow!]