[Newly arrived, there is a man looking less than happy about the new job contract on board the Moira, staring intently at the device stuck to his hand. He got the explanation, but he's still trying to remove it--so far unsuccessfully. There's got to be a lock or switch. Who wants a phone permanently attached to him? He scowls at any other passengers who happen to enter the main hall, almost like he's accusing them for being accessories to his current condition. The calmer they look, the more disgusted he appears by them. But if they keep to themselves and avoid the stranger's glare, he does speak up in a rough voice.]
What are you looking at?
[Nice to meet you too.]
b. mess hall
[At the surprise party, Saitou is slightly less irritable. At least they have food, although he's giving the drinks a suspicious look. Apparently the captains think alcohol roulette is a fun game. The dark expression he's had is more dry amusement now. If whomever is near him happens to be a bit tipsy, he's watching. Probably waiting to see if they stumble into that conveniently placed chair.]
It looks nice. It could always be poisoned.
[Yes, he is saying that loud enough to be heard. Probably on purpose. He's a kill joy at heart.]
I guess we'll find out soon enough.
c. the submerged
[Exploring the planet is not as good as he wanted it to be. He had wanted to get off of the ship, but the planet seems empty of animals and the plant life is foreign and scarce. So much for relief from the strange setting. Eventually he wanders up to the one point of interest that seems to exist on the planet. The natives seem determined to draw everyone's attention to the water and he slowly appeases them, although he doesn't seem thrilled with the idea. He'll let other crew members go first, thanks.]
They want us to swim?
[Is that supposed to be a joke? He's failing to see the benefit of this, even if the locals are trying to be friendly. Going along with things has never been high on his list of priorities. But he is curious enough to poke around.]
Saitou Hajime | Rurouni Kenshin (AU)
[Newly arrived, there is a man looking less than happy about the new job contract on board the Moira, staring intently at the device stuck to his hand. He got the explanation, but he's still trying to remove it--so far unsuccessfully. There's got to be a lock or switch. Who wants a phone permanently attached to him? He scowls at any other passengers who happen to enter the main hall, almost like he's accusing them for being accessories to his current condition. The calmer they look, the more disgusted he appears by them. But if they keep to themselves and avoid the stranger's glare, he does speak up in a rough voice.]
What are you looking at?
[Nice to meet you too.]
b. mess hall
[At the surprise party, Saitou is slightly less irritable. At least they have food, although he's giving the drinks a suspicious look. Apparently the captains think alcohol roulette is a fun game. The dark expression he's had is more dry amusement now. If whomever is near him happens to be a bit tipsy, he's watching. Probably waiting to see if they stumble into that conveniently placed chair.]
It looks nice. It could always be poisoned.
[Yes, he is saying that loud enough to be heard. Probably on purpose. He's a kill joy at heart.]
I guess we'll find out soon enough.
c. the submerged
[Exploring the planet is not as good as he wanted it to be. He had wanted to get off of the ship, but the planet seems empty of animals and the plant life is foreign and scarce. So much for relief from the strange setting. Eventually he wanders up to the one point of interest that seems to exist on the planet. The natives seem determined to draw everyone's attention to the water and he slowly appeases them, although he doesn't seem thrilled with the idea. He'll let other crew members go first, thanks.]
They want us to swim?
[Is that supposed to be a joke? He's failing to see the benefit of this, even if the locals are trying to be friendly. Going along with things has never been high on his list of priorities. But he is curious enough to poke around.]