The last few days had just about been overwhelming. A gaijin to take care of, then a gaijin port to... investigate? All her crewmates trying to glean information from what she considered a foetid city on the brink of collapsing under itself. A tensai causing the kami to twist and moan as if they had been in the Sea of Shadows for a moment once more. Random crew members going missing and reappearing as if nothing had happened.

And finally, having to babysit a full-grown man. The little Shiba shakes her head thinking about it all as she moves into the common area of the Crew Quarters, book tucked into the waist sash of her uniform, hands carrying a tray laden with accouterments for tea. She carefully places the tray on the table that was bolted to the center of the room and settles herself down on one of the sitting pillows. The teapot steams away, completely ignorant of the troubled thoughts of it's attending samurai.

Nozomi closes her pale, moon-like eyes, and listens to the familiar soft creak and moan of the ship's planks around her. Some things, at least, never seemed to change.

Another figure made its way to the crew quarters, muttering under his breath as he did so. He was happily unaware of most that had happened, even though he had seen the notice posted at the gate of the embassy. However, the message had been clear. Someone, or most likely, several someone's had fucked up. Big time.

Smelling the warm tea, the man looked for its origin, spotting a petite Shiba sitting next to the table with her eyes closed. Silently, the man coughed, hoping to announce his presence without startling her.

Itsuho had come back to the quarters after her own breakfast in the galley and a quick scrubbing in the cold bath water. She was meditating in the women's side for a while before she stood, making her way toward the commons. As she made her way out into the open room, she spotted the two samurai already present. Not recognizing either, and not wishing to interrupt anything that was being discussed, she bowed slowly to both.

Nozomi opens her eyes to find two samurai in front of her. "I-Iuchi-sama.... Mirum-moto-san... c-care to join me for s-some tea?"

She politely gestures to the teapot in front of her. The steam from it's spout listlessly makes it's way upwards before dissipating into the air, a lazy ephemeral dance. "I've got a p-pot of orange blossom su-steeping right now..."

Itsuho speaks quietly. "Arigato, Shiba-sama, though I will join you none the less, even if I do not drink any tea." She walks over and sits, long legs folding into a lotus position as she sits at the table.

Shiba Nozomi wrote:Nozomi opens her eyes to find two samurai in front of her. "I-Iuchi-sama.... Mirum-moto-san... c-care to join me for s-some tea?

"Sure." he nodded to her, smiling as he sat down. "Thank you."