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[doctordon]

Oh! I got on! Um. Hello, I'm Don Dogoier? This seems like the public network here... I'm uh. I guess I'm here to help? I'm an engineer or a mechanic or whatever. They seemed pretty excited when I brought that up.

[rustling, shuffling noise]

Uh! I'm also looking for my ship! It's the Gokai Galleon? It's red, it looks like a seafaring ship, but it's a space vessel... My friends should be on it. I hope. If they are, I'm sure they've made a scene already. If anyone has seen a group of pi- er. People... With a guy in red? If you could point me to where they are before my frozen food thaws... I'd appreciate it.

I hope they're here..... If not, could anyone tell me where I can find a fridge?

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[doctordon]

Ah! Ow!!

[He rubs the back of his head where she gave her love-taps. He lets Navi perch on him, and then sticks his tongue out at her.]

Hey, c'mon. I'd have been here if I knew that there was a here. Did you miss cuddling with me, Navi?

[He continues to sort out the groceries, stacking boxes of curry roux and sorting the perishables by how long they'll last.]

What's the junk pile?

[He's pretty good at reading Marvelous' moods, especially when it comes to food. He sorts out the chicken legs and fresh vegetables that he's gonna use to make food right now, then he turns and crosses his arms.]

Did you eat everything in the place? Like, my seasoning and the stuff I was saving for a rainy day or a celebration, too?

[showboater]

[ Navi laughs at the cuddling question, but there might be some truth to it. Marvelous let her perch, but beyond that he had no time for a girl's needs. ]

Not an excuse! Crews have a job, and Marvelous can't run a whole ship by himself.

[ Marvelous sits up in his chair to scowl at her, but then Don is asking him something, and he shifts his attention. ]

I didn't eat all your stupid seasonings.

[doctordon]

[He rubs Navi's head, anyway.]

I know, I know. I'm here now, okay!

[He gives Marvelous a seeking look and frowns.]

But you drank my cooking sherry didn't you? And that champagne that Gai bought for a special occasion.

[Then he sighs, knowing the answer before he even asks.]

And what's the junk pile? I didn't exactly see any grocery stores out there, are we eating out of a robot dump?

[showboater]

[That is the poker face of a guilty man, Don.]

Dunno what you're talkin' about.

[He shrugs.]

Maybe technically. Stuff falls out the tear.

[He sketches at the air with one finger.]

[doctordon]

[Don just gives a little sigh.]

I can deal with just the mirin for now.

[He pauses at the imagery the hand gesture conveys.]

Like they said I did. Well, that's convenient. Sort of.

[showboater]

Of course you can.

[He has faith in your cooking abilities, see?]

Sort of. No sayin' what you'll come up with, but it's not like anybody's starvin'.

[doctordon]

[He gathers up one of the piles of groceries in his arms.]

Well, I guess we'll have to see about that later. This should last us for a while, anyway. Since there's just two of us....

[His voice is just a touch hollow, but he hurries along to put things away in the kitchen.]

So... What's the deal here? I mean, I got the speech about... The whole brave new world and all the riches we could gain by helping it along or whatever. But I mean. What are we doing?

[It's not for Marvelous' ego that he asks. It's not like he's Captain in name only, so Don very naturally defers to him. Polarity and alignment and minor differences in moral outlook notwithstanding, he'd follow Marvelous wherever they had to go.]

[showboater]

[Just the two of them was infinitely better than just him, in Marvelous's opinion.]

That a challenge?

[He hums, thinking.]

I'm not much for building.

[He's also not much for admitting he doesn't really know what he's doing.]

I've been--teaching, a little. Killing monsters.

[DID YOU THINK I FORGOT!?!?!]

[doctordon]

[Well, Don is not much of an idiot, at least not when it comes to picking apart when his Captain is trying to hide something. He can tell that Marvelous is relatively directionless, because that "Pirates take what they want" "Let's make a show of it" attitude seems to be lacking immensely. He puts away that nugget of knowledge for the moment and presses on.]

All that and you still had time to make this place a pigsty!

[He fusses aloud as he socks away all of the groceries, making sure to use some of his less common vegetable hiding spots. He picks out a practically mummified daikon from one of the more obscure ones, and tucks a new one away in it.]

Well, at least I'm here now.

[He comes back out of the kitchen, wiping his hands, and then he pulls a rag out of the pocket of his apron, still hanging on the hook where he left it, and wraps it around his head.]

All right, stay out of my way, Marvelous!

[And he begins his cathartic quick-cleaning, complaining all the way]