Blameless gumball wishes and taxicab dreams

[thespaceopera]

[On Today's Episode of Drift Fleet:

The cargo are still full of crates of gumballs! The ships are well booked past capacity! There's a new empty vessel in the fleet- the SS Blameless! Official alerts have informed the passengers that they are signed to contracts that they've never agreed to! They are still docked at the dazzling FS Starlight, but are flat broke (or have they made it big?)

How is the fleet handling these turns of events? Find out in the continuation!

...Meaning, this is a spillover mingle for February's mingle as it's hit recaptcha. Feel free to use this mingle to start new threads, or carry on old threads from the previous mingle!

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aftermath (c-c-c-combo breaker).

[goodjob]

[Holy shit.]

Holy shit!

[She'd been planning on seeing a show before she headed home, but it seems like the entertainment's on the house tonight. When she asks the crying manager, he points her in the direction of the bar Jon stomped his way toward. Fiona's in a good mood for once, and genuinely curious besides. She finds Jon-- hey, she recognizes that depressed mug-- and sits down next to him at the bar.]

Hey, it's our resident pyromaniac. [She's so proud.]

[nedstarksbastard]

[Jon is actually not expecting anyone else to come find him, especially not after that disastrous display he helped put on, but at the somewhat familiar voice, he glances up from his beer.]

You saw, didn't you? [He shakes his head, and gives a sigh. This was the worst idea.] Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?

[goodjob]

Yeah, you don't really strike me as the chaos and anarchy type. [She's grinning, oddly fond. With a few hand motions, she's signaled the bartender to get her a beer.] How'd it happen, that's what I wanna know.

[nedstarksbastard]

[He sips at his own beer, looking distinctly embarrassed. He'll just wait until Fiona has her own beer to start:]

I told them I had an engineering augment. [Which is true, he does.] They assumed it meant I could help them with their show, and they wouldn't hear otherwise. [A pause, then he shrugs.] And they promised to pay me well.

[Which he highly doubts they'll do now, considering just how disastrously it went.]

[goodjob]

[She is just barely keeping herself from laughing. Fiona pats Jon on the shoulders.] Good job. Most people gotta try to do that on purpose. Turns out you're just a fucking natural.

[nedstarksbastard]

[Jon is just going to very morosely sip at his beer again.]

Of all things to be a--a natural at. [He only barely stumbles over the word. Aren't you proud? He's picking up modern slang.] I'd best get worse at it, or else the ship might have more fires than that tavern did.