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Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-01-24 01:02 pm

Gumball Wishes and Taxicab Dreams

[On today's episode of the Drift Fleet:

The cargo holds are full of mysterious crates! The crews are filling beyond capacity with new faces! Official alerts are informing the passengers that they are signed to contracts that they've never agreed to! They are docking at the dazzling FS Starlight, but are flat broke!

What are they going to do!? Stay tuned to find out!

...Meaning, this is a kickoff mingle for you all to enjoy the beginning of the latest plot setting. This is a convenient place to start threads relating to the first week of the event-- meeting new crewmembers, reacting to the mysterious cargo, arriving on the station and discovering that you're all broke, etc.

Tag around, start whatever you'd like, have fun. And, as always, feel free to make your own posts and mingles from here on in, as this will be the only mod-posted one for this event!]
heavenonearth: ([end] .04)


[personal profile] heavenonearth 2016-01-30 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ these taxis are pretty damned convenient, if he does say so himself. after losing the use of his wings he's certainly learned the value of four wheels, and learning how to drive, but paying someone else to drive you?

all right, it's actually a pretty frivolous waste, but cas isn't really very frugal anymore, so he's glad to pay for the convenience - at least if he's got a long way to go. so he's piling into fiona's cab entirely by circumstance, loose limbed and heavy eyed and smelling strongly of booze and weed and oh man, those pizzas strapped into the seat sure smell good..

oh, hey, he knows you. ]

Oh hey, fancy meeting you here. Fiona, right?
goodjob: welp . smile (drug dealin just to get by)

9yrs later.....

[personal profile] goodjob 2016-02-07 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Fiona knows the smell of pot, and alcohol. She pins it immediately, as it wafts up into the driver's seat.]

Yeah. Hey, Cas. Where to? [She'll bug him about being wasted later-- not that she has any moral objection to that, but shouldn't he?]
heavenonearth: credit: <user name="heavenonearth"> ([end].69)

eyyyy better than never amirite

[personal profile] heavenonearth 2016-02-07 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ sorry that he reeks, friend. it's been a wild night, a wild night that is not yet over. ]

Casino, if you'd be so kind.

[ he's.. leaning toward those pizzas. ]

Those, uh.. they're not yours, are they?
goodjob: tired . angry (and the girl behind the counter)

[personal profile] goodjob 2016-02-07 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm delivering 'em. [Fiona says, in a tone that implies he'll lose a finger if he grabs the pizza. She reaches into the passenger's seat and pulls out her bagged lunch. Her tone is instantly convivial as she throws him the food-- it involves a pudding cup, a ham sandwich, and something blue and square-shaped she's taken to calling 'alien brownies'.] Here, if you got the munchies. Did 4/20 fall on a Thursday this year?
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[personal profile] heavenonearth 2016-02-08 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's like throwing a dog a bone. cas pops open the bag instantly, and it's not pizza, but he's not picky, and he loves sandwiches. ]

4/20? What's that?
goodjob: smile (when i hear ohh child)

[personal profile] goodjob 2016-02-08 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Guess they don't got that in Heaven. [All the more reason to go to Hell.] Didn't know angel's smoked. You're real educational, Cas.
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[personal profile] heavenonearth 2016-02-08 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ cas snorts around a mouthful of ham sandwich, and doesn't answer for a moment because he's savoring it. ]

They don't. Angels are assholes, and they don't know how to have fun.
goodjob: tired . smile (like the whole goddamn town)

[personal profile] goodjob 2016-02-08 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, bless him. Potheads are Fiona's favorite kind of druggie, they're harmless and hilarious. She turns onto the freeway that heads toward some drive-thrus. It's not like he's gonna be late for his casino appointment.] Let's get you some food... [Also, she wants to keep him away from those pizzas.]

[Anyway, she's curious.]
So what makes you the fun angel?
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[personal profile] heavenonearth 2016-02-08 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ keeping him away from the pizzas is probably a good idea, this ham sandwich and pudding cup will only keep him occupied for so long. he swallows and laughs, low and lazy. ]

Oh, I never said that. I'm just a bad angel.
goodjob: welp . snide . smile (intergalactic planetary planetary)

[personal profile] goodjob 2016-02-08 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, you sound like you would've fit in better at my church. [Reassuring a pothead about what a good angel he is. This is Fiona's life, now.]

[Hey, at least she's making money.]
'Least you ain't the judgey kind.
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[personal profile] heavenonearth 2016-02-08 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Aha, no, not the judgey kind.

[ she remembered! cas pops the last of the sandwich into his mouth and leans back into his seat. time to get started on this brownie, oh yeah, hello beautiful. ]

So how you liking it here?
goodjob: smile . welp . snide (disrupt the whole scene)

[personal profile] goodjob 2016-02-08 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)

[Fiona shrugs.] It's okay. Kinda like home on speed. Well, more speed. [They turn the corner into a drive-thru. She figures she'll order for him, so she won't have to deal with someone stoned trying to read a menu.] What about you? Having fun yet?

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[personal profile] heavenonearth 2016-02-09 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ .. probably a good idea. it'll take him a year to figure out what he'd want, anyway. just keep shoveling food at him, fiona, you're a serious pal. ]

Fun? [ he has to actually think about that. ] Yeah, s'pose I am. This place isn't so bad.
goodjob: smile . welp . snide (disrupt the whole scene)

[personal profile] goodjob 2016-02-14 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Fiona sticks her head out the window and orders a La Grande Pumpkin Spice Greasearito, because you get a free padlock if you buy from the Wonders Of Exotic Earth side menu. She doesn't explain what she's doing to Cas first, because explaining yourself to someone drunk and high is a waste of time. Source: her entire childhood.]

[She rolls up the window when she's done ordering.]
Seems like you're acclimating pretty well. [Her tone is a tad dry.] You get up to this kinda shit often? Just making sure so I can have the right organizations on speed dial.
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[personal profile] heavenonearth 2016-02-15 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ probably a good idea, skipping the explaining. though truth be told, cas is still relatively coherent, if only because that grace still kicking around inside of him makes it monstrously hard to get completely and totally shitfaced to the max, but still a good call.

cas leans forward a little, to better peer between the seats. ]

Oh yeah, all the time. What, you worried about me?
goodjob: tired . angry (through the yellow windows)

[personal profile] goodjob 2016-02-17 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)