high_seas | Oh starry night, come and chart a course

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Oh starry night, come and chart a course

Who: Jean Grey + any and all Spades welcome
Where: The Sun
When: Early June, soon after she's invited? I'm all for flexible timing if you are >.>
What: How about another Phoenix on board, huh guys? Huh?
Warnings: With Jean? Could be anything from unzipping your pants for you to trying to atomize you.
Style: Prose preferred
Status: Open

Despite the Phoenix's bravado on the strange journal network, Jean herself is nervous about this. Not the teleportation thing; even if something goes wrong, there probably isn't anyone here who deserves more to have her molecules scrambled across the atmosphere. Not even seeing Logan again, though she knows the Phoenix is strangely quiet about that, which worries her. No, it's being on that ship, around other people. She knows Logan can take care of himself, that he can survive her, but what about the rest of them? What if she hurts someone? Kills them?

So she takes her time before visiting the Brig, and even then she hesitates before stepping within range of what they call the Naviraimant. But where else can she go? At least if Logan is around he can stop her. Like before.

Jean takes a deep breath and steps forward; in the next instant she's enveloped in a bright white light that seems almost familiar. And in the next after that, she's on board the Sun.

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Selphie was just on her way back to the Moon when she saw this woman on the deck of the Sun. She seemed a little bit lost or confused, but she must know where she was going if she'd arrived there by the Nav. Selphie put down the mop and leaned it against the side of the ship before heading over to the unknown lady, "Hi! Are you okay?" She smiled brightly in greeting, wiping her hands against the side of her shorts as she approached.

This girl. She doesn't look threatening, but Jean still takes an inadvertent half-step back when she approaches.

"I don't know," she says honestly. "Is this the Sun?"

Selphie blinked when Jean stepped back - that was unusual. People usually only stepped back when she was trying to give them a hug. "Oh. But yes, it is! Are you looking for someone?" Because she was ready to play tour guide and lead her wherever if need be.

Let's just say she's being proactive about that hug business. Or anything else. Better for everyone if Jean keeps her distance, at least until (if) she can get the Phoenix under some sort of control.

Not really, is what she means to say, but instead...

"Yes, actually. I'm looking for Logan. We're old friends." The way she smiles when she says that, though, means they're either very good friends, or maybe not really friends at all. Maybe something closer to enemies.

Selphie smiled brightly at mention of Logan, nodding her head. Seemed like this girl was a big fan of the man. Then she heard the way that she said friends, and she became a little more uncertain.

"Logan is here. Should I go tell him that you're looking for him?"

Shifting a little to put a hand on a hip, Selphie looked over the woman carefully, because she better not have any trouble in mind with Logan.

She senses the girl's hesitance, and immediately the Phoenix's smile relaxes into something far more gentle, almost apologetic. She can play innocent when she needs to.

"No, that's all right. I'm guessing he'll find me soon enough. He asked me to come," she adds.

"Okay." Selphie watches that smile change, and it at least seems to allow her to relax a little. She steps closer to Jean and smiles, "So, are you here for a little visit or are you gonna join us?"

"I don't plan on staying long," she says in a reassuring tone of voice. Who she's trying to reassure is debatable. "I just needed a ride."

"Uh. Okay then..." Selphie blinked at the woman, then glanced around her, unsure about who should be the person to ask about people who just wanted to catch a ride. "A ride to where?"

He... knows when she gets on board. He knows almost instantly. The scent of the woman is easy to find and follow. It's something no one else can be, even others with similar powers. Not even Ace smells of fire and wind like she does. It's intoxicating in a way, and something that has always managed to have his head turn

He knows when she is there and yet he lingers back. Not sure it's a good idea to be the first one to find her. If she's hurt, he'd be able to tell. And he's not far away. Not far at all. He's almost hopeful that Ikki or someone finds her first. It's Selphie though, which is also good. Maybe better.

He lingers back, keeping an ear out, but not intruding. Not until later, when he has the chance to talk to her alone. She's safe on the Sun. Safe on this ship. He also believes she'll be safe TO the ship, at least once she gets a handle of it. The last thing he wants to do is have to hurt her again.

He does however come out of hiding, when he knows she's alone. his head bowed a bit, but eyes looking up over at her. He cleared his throat, watchful. "Hello... Jean."

And it doesn't take long for Jean to note Logan's presence either, something that sets her body on edge, tension written across her entire being. She can't smell him, but she can feel him. She's touched his mind before. It's familiar.

She steels herself. Pushes her emotions down as deep as she can. When Logan finally does show, she hopes she's not betraying too much of them.

"You really are here." Flat and neutral as she can manage.

At least she knew he was there. If anything happened that she needed him, he'd have shown up faster. Instead he was giving her a bit of a moment. Or so he thought. That and he was collecting his brain because... well, because seeing her here was difficult. Amazing, but difficult.

When he did see her, and she spoke, there was a wave of relief. "I was about to say the same thing." She really was here, and this wasn't in his god damn head again. Right? He wasn't dreaming, was he?

She nods, her heart in her throat. It's hard, so hard to keep her distance from Logan. Neither of them wants to, albeit for very different reasons.

"You should stay away from me."

It was hard. It's been years for him. He was starting to live a life again out here, and yet she was still moving about in his head. Was it her, or just his mind? With her here now he was starting to think it was all in his head, and clearly he hated himself.

He kept back a bit, and when she said that he was alsmot glad he could give her the space. "If that's what you want, Jean." He said on a breath, unsure if he was going to be okay with that. "I had to... see you though." He doesn't want to stay away from her.

"I know." She had to see him too, if only like this. And even with all this space between them she can still feel him like he's right next to her. It hurts.

"It is what I want." Up to this point she's been keeping up a good poker face, but this is a complete lie and it shows in her eyes, and the tremor in her voice.

He knows that look, and he knows shes not being truthful here. Even if he hadn't heard it in her voice he could catch it on the air. He rubbed a hand over his face, considering a moment, before stepping closer.

"Jean, honey, I can avoid you as best as I can, but I can't help if you wont let me near. It's safe here. People like us." And if she didn't back off he'd come a little closer. "I aint gonna hurt ya, and I wont let you hurt anyone either."

He comes closer, and when he does she doesn't back up but stands her ground. That doesn't mean his advances are exactly welcome, though.

"Oh, yeah?" Her eyes blaze with a strange, dark fire, her voice a deep growl. "How are you gonna stop me?"

He stopped near her, wanting to reach out and touch her hair, or her shoulder, or take her hand, but he doesn't. He gives her that much. For now. Instead he stands near, eyes searching her eyes. Who was he talking to, Jean or her? He searched a bit, watchful as he spoke.

"Whatever I need to do. Though I'm hoping you let me, or at least someone here, in close enough to help you from getting to a destructive level. Jeanie, it's different here. You can start over fresh here. Ya just have to give these people a chance."

"I don't need anyone to tell me what to do, Logan," she warns. And how different can this place be, really, when she is still so dangerous? No, Logan is wrong. She can't let anyone in. She'll stick to her plan, use this ship to find somewhere isolated and safe. Away from everyone else.

Chandra, seated up on the prow of the ship, noticed the newcomer's presence somewhat slowly. She'd been lost in a meditative trance, focused intently on keeping the inner flame of her Spark under control, but when she felt the stranger approach she stood and gave a wary look. Whoever this was, they were as full of red mana as Ace if not the Planeswalker herself, that much she was was absolutely certain of.

Putting on a pleasant smile isn't difficult, though. Not for a fellow redhead.

"Hello there. Looking for someone?"

After her encounter with Logan, Jean's attempting to calm herself by trailing around the edge of the ship and looking out to sea. It isn't helping much, and she's so distracted she doesn't even notice the seated girl until she speaks up.

"... What? No. Not really. Just looking around."

"New and joining up, then?"

She folds her arms, her posture making it clear that intruders may not be entirely welcome.

"I don't know," Jean admits. She's not at all put off by the girl's wariness. She actually appreciates the caution. More of the ship's crew should be wary of her. Afraid, even.

"I guess that might have been the idea." Not a great one, though.

Chandra is basically not afraid of anything though, it's more or less her trying to size up the other woman and see if she's just happened to just show up or if she's a real threat.

"Alright, cool." She can accept that. "You know someone already, Red?"

Red. Logan called her that, once, and the association makes her heart hurt. Which probably shows on her face.

"Yes."

"Whos...that?" Chandra asks cautiously...

"Never did catch yer name sweetheart."

Jean probably wouldn't be as surprised as some to see an eight foot tall shark fishman hanging out on the deck, but he might not be what she expected to find, either. There was a fishing net spread out in front of him, and he fiddled with it here and there, fixing up holes with a thick needle.

Hey, she's seen stranger things. Stranger people. Still, putting that face to the voice is a little surprising. This world seems to be crawling with mutants. People like her.

There's nobody like me.

"Jean," she says, and then eyes his handiwork. "Going fishing?" Somehow it seems incongruous.

Yes, imagine, a shark eating fish.

"Namur," he nodded, sniffing the air now that she'd arrived, trying to get an idea of what she's about. "Got a hugeass crew t' feed, an' not a whole lotta space t' be storin' shit that's gonna go bad in a few weeks, y' know? 'Sides. Fish're tasty. Course y' all wouldn't know jus' how tasty cuz y' burn the life outta everythin' an' cut it all up 'fore y' eat it." He might sound just a little bit petulant. "Buuuut that's jus' how y' do, so whatever."

That makes her smile a little despite herself. "Otherwise we'd probably get sick," she points out gently. "But I'm guessing you don't have that problem."

Namur snorted a chuckle. "If y' was gonna get sick by it y' wouldn'a made up sushi. Or sashimi or ceviche. The hell's with all the raw fish shit startin' with s sounds anyway? Damn, now I gotta talk t' Zeff. 'S gonna bug the shit outta me." He turns and points at her. "Zeff's the cook, by the by. Ace's captain, Thatch's co-cap, Marco's first mate an' I got bosun. Ain't got many rules an' one a the big'ns is be yerself an' do what y' want, but that don't mean there ain't a peckin' order, catch me?"

"Well, actually, raw fish cuisine tends to use flash frozen meat, or certain species with a low parasite count." She can't help the lecturing tone; it's the scientist in her. At least she follows it up with a half-apologetic, "But I'm sure the cook can tell you more about that."

Being "yerself" and doing what "y'want"? She can see why Logan likes this crew. Still.

"And I doubt you'd want me to be myself."

"Oh an' yer the expert on shit I want, huh?" he cackles a little. "C'mon sweetheart. People might be hard t' get used t' sometimes but y' ain't gonna be happy if yer havin' t' hide all the damn time."

Asami was already out on the deck doing her usual routine of helping clean and prepare ship. She mopped first and now she was wipping down the cannons and cannonballs, when a flash of light caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

Apparently someone had used the Naviraimant...someone Asami didn't recognize. Was it someone just visiting? Or another new recruit? well there was only one way to find out.

"Hello?" She turned her head towards Jean, but didn't stop wipping the cannonaball she picked up to wash. "Are you here to see someone?"

This... this is a ship all right, a full-fledged pirate ship. Jean honestly has to pause a moment to take it in, and the way she's gaping is a clear sign she's a newcomer even without the Naviraimant's telltale flash of light.

And the voices here, so many voices. And one in particular...

She shakes her head, distracted. "Just looking for a way off the island."

The gaping was certainly an indication that she was a newcomer, not just to the ship, but to this world as a whole. It was something Asami understood and could relate to.

So she laid the cannon down on the wood floor and folded up the cloth, placing it in her pocket as she took a step closer in Jean's direction.

"Well if you need any help don't hesitate to ask." She paused, looking around. "I can at least try to answer any questions you have."

"All right." And then, remembering her manners just barely, Jean adds a murmured "Thank you. I think I just need some... time." Time to do what, exactly? Adjust? To this?

Wan was due to leave The Sun in the next day, but that still gave him time on the ship to hang around and talk with people. People like the newest Spade crew member who he felt curiously drawn to. There was something about her, about how she carried herself when she walked past... something that reminded him of the familiar fire that breathed life into every living human. Maybe it was the hair?

But he was polite enough to wait until she'd at least gotten her bearings and had been there for maybe(?) a day before he approached her with a big, friendly grin while she was out on deck, "Hi there! I'm Wan. I'm not staying, but I heard you are."

Jean doesn't know if she considers herself a member yet, although many of the others on the ship seem to be encouraging her to stay. Rather foolishly, in her opinion. It's like cozying up to a ticking time bomb. Hopefully she can find somewhere isolated enough that they'll never have to find out.

She spends a lot of her time looking out on the water. Being within sight of it comforts her somehow. So it's no surprise that's where Wan runs into her. She reluctantly drags her gaze away from the ocean to regard the boy with eyes that are still faraway.

"I'm... not sure I'm staying yet," she corrects him quietly.

His smile fades for a moment before returning in full force as he leans up against the rail next to her, "Why not? The crew is nice and they seem to like you. Have you met Korra? She's sort of my family."

"Sort of?" But she knows what he means. She had a sort-of family, once...

Jean forces herself back to the present. She'll have time enough alone to dwell on unpleasant memories.

"I don't think they know the real me yet."

Wan gave a shrug, "She's ah... technically she's me. My reincarnation. So... family, sort of."

He smiled wanly before tilting his head in question at Jean's statement, "That's probably because you haven't chosen to show them it. You did only just get here, right?"

Marco is quiet at first as he watches the newcomer to the ship. There's something off on his haki radar, but he can't quite put his finger to it. It was almost like Ace's rage, but.... what? Familiar wasn't it, because Ace's rage couldn't be more familiar to Marco than even his own. It wasn't Chandra's firestorm of wild chaos, even though her change from female to male had once completely thrown him off, to his surprise, this was still removed again from that. So it was certainly a new fire. A wild angry kind of fire.

For a little bit Marco began to wonder if it was Ikki finally leaking his wrath into his cosmos, but that didn't fit. Ikki was in a better mood lately, and even if he wasn't, Ikki had more control than Marco these days. Was it his own temper? Removed and so foreign it felt like something else entirely?

So perhaps it wasn't surprising that it took Marco awhile to realize that there was a new face on the ship as well, even as he watched from above. He hopped down from his perch on a beam, and quietly examined Jean before cocking his head to the side like a bird. "Marco," he said quietly and offered her a handshake. "First mate of the Spades. Forgive my asking, but when did you arrive?"

Jean should realize he's up there, maybe, but she's still distracted and trying to center herself when Marco lands next to her. Enough so she nearly jumps out of her own skin, whirling around with fire in her eyes and her hands half-raised defensively. It's lucky she didn't send him halfway across the deck. Especially when he identifies himself. Slowly, she lowers her arms.

"Just today," she says as soon as she gets her voice back. "I'm Jean." She doesn't take his hand, however, instead watching him warily.

His mind raced quickly cycling through his mental rolledex of names until he could put the face and name together with their meaning. "Logan's friend, right?" Maybe friend was too strong of a word, if she was the phoenix Logan had spoken of.

If her lip twisting up in a slight grimace is any indication. "Close enough."

Marco grinned at that, "Phoenix Marco," he offered a handshake. "Not to be confused with my little brother Phoenix Ikki. Welcome to the Spades' Sun."

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Oh starry night, come and chart a course

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Let's say the 3rd?

Sounds good to me!

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