[Open Moons Mingle Log] - Week 2

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: NOPE
Action: The Moons- Meat Moon, Booze Moon, I'm So Pretty Moon
When: 2/8-2/14

[Ding ding here is your mingle log for this week. Second verse, same as the first!]

Comments

[misconceived]

abeo

[ This place is more dreary than he'd like, but it also has a lot of useful cooking things and Chris isn't going to pass up the chance to stock up. Although there aren't too many fruits, there's roots and veggies and, of course, plenty of meats in all sorts. While he's there, Chris is also looking into any sort of esoteric shops he can find to look for some more... eclectic ingredients for his own perusal. Mandragora root, maybe? Eye of newt? No?

With at least some products in hand, Chris wanders the moon for any familiar faces or odd ingredients and he's not really shy about either. ]

adsum

[ Next up is vanity. It's more than Chris expects and better than he could have hoped for. After wandering around for a while, he ends up in an open-air library that's absolutely gorgeous: trees to lounge under, piles of soft cushions to nest inside or appropriate for other seats, tables of smooth, hewn stone where the studious can fill their minds. Best of all are the walls made of tall bookshelves two stories high with gaps large enough not to block the air or sun.

Chris himself is laying propped up against one of the more modest trees with a pile of books next to him. He's obviously skimming for the best thing to spend his time on, an obviously relaxed pose contradicting his usual state of always tense or lost in thought. ]

adsum

[ladiesss]

[Krista is going to be on this moon until the day she dies--or the day the Fleet leaves, either one. she wanders into the clearing, not seeing him around the gigantic stack of books in her arms. in fact, she walks right up to a table next to him, sets her pile down with a tired huff, and then--]

Gah! [nearly jumps when she realizes that there's someone laying down there.] --Oh, dude! I didn't even see you...

[misconceived]

[ Chris looks up at her, momentarily startled until he realizes what she's freaked out about and then laughs, shaking his head. ]

I'm kind of on the ground right now... and you're walking blind. Got enough there?

[ladiesss]

[relieved sigh. let those nerves settle, Krista...]

Hah, no way. I wish I had, like, six arms. [...a pause...] For the books, not just for some weird reason.

[misconceived]

[ It says something when Chris really isn't actually all that weirded out at the idea. Just a little weirded out. ]

There's gotta be carts or something to carry those around in. You gonna read them all today?

[ladiesss]

Pssh, no. I don't read that fast. Especially if I'm taking notes.

[she looks down, finally noting Chris' own pile of books... and immediately kneeling down to look nosily at all the titles.]

What'cha reading about?

[misconceived]

Pretty much anything. You know how hard it is to find something to read on those ships?

[ Ugh. He just kind of eyes her for messing with his pile, he has that organized okay. ]

There's a lot of interesting stuff no matter what you're looking at. When you're talking about a place with space travel, they've pretty much gone past everything you knew and into totally different places.

[ladiesss]

Oh, I know. I think I've read over the entire network twice at this point...

[she runs her fingers over a couple of titles, but thankfully doesn't go pulling things out of order... yet...]

I can't say I was ever a big into math and science and stuff like that, but I'm pretty impressed by how impossible all the tech is around here... so it'd make sense that the books are the same way... I'm sticking to fiction, myself.

[misconceived]

Wonder if we could get any of this stuff, like... digitally or something? Or there's got to be a bookstore. Maybe some kind of communal Fleet library.

[ Now he's just thinking out loud. They have to do something because those ships are way too plain. ]

Yeah... I'm not so good at it either, but they've got some for dummys books, too. Thought I might as well get the idea, you know?

[ladiesss]

I'm pretty burned out on digital stuff, but... Having a library might be nice. [she thinks on that for a moment...] Oh, like, picking some ship to have a library on it? Converting one of those personnel rooms, maybe?

[nodding.] Oh yeah, nothing bad about that. Might really come in handy one day, actually.

[misconceived]

Personnel rooms? [ There isn't anything like that on the Huntress but Chris has the idea that different extras for different types of crew is pretty standard. Varric's got an armory and he and Shirley have a lab. ] Yeah, why not? Get some shelves in there, make a selection, start building something.

Exactly. [ Even when he's relaxing, Chris is doing something constructive. Boy... c'mon. ] There's some more light reading in there, too.

[ladiesss]

[she nods... and then she nods again, really starting to take off on the idea! in fact, she suddenly stands up, grabbing at a notebook she'd stuffed between two of her books.]

Okay, wait, hang on. This is a really good idea. I need to make some notes.

[she produces a pen from SOMEWHERE and plops down right where she was standing, starting to scribble things down...]

[misconceived]

What kind of notes?

[ Because the idea seems pretty simple to him. As long as she doesn't try for an open-air library on a spaceship or anything like that... ]

[ladiesss]

Space notes. Structure notes. Ideas of what you could do with that kind of thing--notes.

[don't underestimate her brainstorming ability, Chris.]

[misconceived]

[ Never would he dare. ]

We've got time for that, don't we? The whole month. You're gonna do it all right now?

[ladiesss]

Uh, yeah. [she stares at him. 8|]

[misconceived]

[ He stares back, brows furrowing almost comically. ]

Okay. Should I leave you to it...?

[ladiesss]

...Maybe. Give me like, ten minutes.

[she scribbles down something else. and then looks back up again.]

I lied. Like twenty minutes. Read your book, Chris.

[misconceived]

[ His brows go up at the command, then he shrugs and settles back into his comfy spot to go back to skimming. ]

Let me know if I can help with anything.

[ladiesss]

You got it, nerd.

[nose in book--go.]

[misconceived]

[ Oh. ]

You did not just call me a nerd.

[ladiesss]

[she whispers (well, more than she's always whispering):]

Might have called you a nerd.

[misconceived]

[ He glances up, one brow quirked. Now that was just way too quiet, girl. ]

Say what?

[ladiesss]

Might have called you a neeeerd.

[that one was audible, at least!]

[misconceived]

Oh, come on. I am not a nerd.