Toni will stare right into Aretta’s soul, “don’t you even think about moving.”

Intimidation: 21

Earlier: At Thrash's question Dani shrugs, stemming the flow of blood from her nose with her sleeve. It'd been a while since she'd gotten in any kind of fight (a few years, in fact...). "Fine."

She'd missed punching things.

While working in the garbage pit, Thrash would struggle to keep himself from bombarding the girl with questions. The lizardfolk would strain and fight against the large pieces of metal and heavy armfulls of wet rotting vegetables. Although he started the day slightly bruised, he was still able to quickly toss the items into the chutes... (for better or worse). While working. thrash would occasionally pause.. wondering if he should say something to her of if he should let her get comfortable in her own time. Eventually Thrash would say looking back over his shoulder to Dani. "So... it sounds like we all get to tangle with Scourge at dinner tonight." The lizardfolk would say with smile. "I wouldn't worry about it much if I were you. I'll see if I can't take the blame for all of it. I did a lot of the fighting so I should think it otta be pretty easy." Thrash would then pause for a moment and point towards his badly scared back and damaged frill. "I've been whipped more times than I can remember... I ain't too worried about it if it comes to that.. and besides.. you still look brand new like yer fresh outta the box. I'd hate ta see someone like Scourge mess that up." Thrash would say before flicking a bit of filth from his hat and continuing to chuck items into the different chutes. 

Dani glances at Thrash and just restrains herself from shrugging again. "Never been whipped, but I've had plenty of projects blow up in my face. Sometimes literally."

One similarity between this ship and the court her mother tried to prepare her for was becoming rapidly clear.

Weakness was death.

Ashley would head towards the medical ward and look inside.

"So yer a smart one hu? I suppose that makes sense" Thrash would say with a grin as he fans himself with his hat while leaning against a slimy metal wall. "I've been told a lotta times that if I were smart I'd shut up and keep my head down" The lizardfolk would add as he places his hat back on his head. "But that just ain't me... so I guess I ain't too bight... So if ya ever need someone to talk to... or someone to talk for ya... I'll be here." Thrash would finish before turning and getting back to work. 

Ashley: You don't succeed, but you don't **** up too badly. Entering the Medical Ward, you find Toni staring down Aretta, making sure that she stays in bed.

Dani and Thrash: While Thrash doesn't succeed, Dani at least makes sure he doesn't do as bad as he did yesterday. Dani's able to find something in there that could be used as a crude dagger, but it's exhausting to her.

Toni: Aretta is thoroughly intimidated by you, and she stays in bed. Curiously. Ashley also enters the room.

Gin: Without Fishguts, you struggle to make the stew on your own, with or without the addition of spit.

I drop the mop. I could care less about cleaning. I go to the ward. There's people here. I look around for dead bodies. Corpses. Something to practice on.

Dani looks about ready to drop, but she slips the dagger into her sleeve. It wasn't as good as her gun, or her armor (oh, how she missed being able to work on her armor), but it would do for now. She was starting to feel just a little tiny bit more like herself.

She was sure that would change after dinner.

***If Dani showed her the dagger, he would let her know that he could use it to possibly make her or their friends a few useful items before encouraging her to hide it before climbing up the ladder.

At the end of the shift, Thrash would tip his hat to Dani and smile. "Good talking to ya... I didn't get *****ed at this time around so i think yer help paid off." He would say before turning and making his way up the ladder. After taking off his apron and gloves, Thrash notices the dried and flaking blood still covering his chest and decides to find a place to clean up before dinner. After cleaning up he would look for Grok and ask her if she saw the fight before heading off to eat a delicious meal. 

Thrash: Grok tells you that she did not see the fight in the morning, because she was setting up shop.

Ashley: Quarne looks at you as you wander about the medical ward. "Uhh, is there something I can help you with? Need medicine? Got a wound that needs to be patched up?"

"No." Ashley says, looking around. "I am fine. Just looking around. I have an affinity for the medical sciences." she lied. "Perhaps you could show me around?"

Gin pours booze in a pot with some (hopefully) cooked meat and calls it a day. She at least tries to make the biscuits edible. 

Toni waves at Ashley, “Don’t mind Ashley, Quarne. She’s super educated, maybe she can help?” Persuasion: 7

I have not met this one. How does this one know who I am? I smile at her. Play along.

Maybe I have met this one in the past? I'm not sure. Doubtful. Stay on task. 

I have to test my theory.

"It's a shame ya weren't there, I think ya woulda liked it" Thrash would say with a smile as he leaned against the wall. "You mind if I stop by and see ya for a while after dinner? It was awfully nice of ya to let my friend have her fancy drumset back." He would add as he locked eyes with Grok. "Maybe we could compare battle scars... " 

Thrash would then make his way towards the mess hall. Without enough time for a rest, he would simply make sure he was first in line to eat.. wanting to make sure his got time to eat his dinner before whatever punishment was delivered. 

Ashley: Quarne continues to look at you quizzically, but it looks like Toni's words got through to him. "Okay. I'll let you take a quick look, but how much do you know about medicine?" The medical ward has a surgery area, some closets for storing supplies and tools, X-ray machines, and computer diagrams of humanoid bodies.

"Enough." Ashley says, looking over the equipment. I make it look natural. Casual. Like I belong. I nod and make approving noises as I slowly look around.

I look to see if there are any dead bodies stored someplace.

None.

Impressive. Computers, and an x-ray machine.

"Thank you." I say, and leave.

You report to the Mess Hall to eat? Drink? the dinner that Gin made for you all. It's not good, but it contains enough alcohol for you to not care about it. 

After dinner, Plugg gathers the crew together. "It seems like some of you aren't able to get along with each other. Scourge, give our fighters a lash." As Scourge readies the restraints, Sandara walks up to the five of you to give you some advice. "Just take your lash and be done with it. It'll only make things worse if you fight him or give him lip."

Ashley, with no intention to resist or speak, turns around and assumes the position - or does whatever is required to receive her whipping.

With each lash, her face remains firm, tight, and unemotional - as if the pain did not register. She remained calm and held the pose until the whipping was done.