Tohru Adachi (
cabbagedetective) wrote in
driftfleet2015-06-10 12:09 pm
Entry tags:
SS Golden Mingle!
Who: The crew of the SS Golden
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Golden
When: 6/10 to 6/30
[With the exciting lights and sounds of the casino behind them, things seem to have really wound down for the fleet. With very little to do outside of the ship, what better way to try and stave off cabin fever than by socializing with one's fellow crew members? Compare casino winnings, swap stories about anything the other mysterious planet they left behind, or maybe just stare out the window together at the passing space debris. The choice is yours!]
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Golden
When: 6/10 to 6/30
[With the exciting lights and sounds of the casino behind them, things seem to have really wound down for the fleet. With very little to do outside of the ship, what better way to try and stave off cabin fever than by socializing with one's fellow crew members? Compare casino winnings, swap stories about anything the other mysterious planet they left behind, or maybe just stare out the window together at the passing space debris. The choice is yours!]

no subject
Gotcha. So it's more of like... a nostalgia thing?
no subject
[It's... maybe more complicated than that, or at least it feels like it is. She rubs her temples, vaguely aggravated.]
They're ridiculous stories about knights and dragons, mostly. My... father used to read them to me.
no subject
Right. Got it. Childhood bed time stories. Not exactly literary classics, but that's not something to feel ashamed about or anything.
no subject
[She leans back in her chair with a bit of a sigh.]
My father was an Orlesian knight, and that's what he raised me on. I suppose I can lend it out, if you were hurting for something to pass the time with.
no subject
Nah, if it's that important to you, then I wouldn't want to borrow it and accidentally spill coffee on it or something.
[His tone is nonchalant, like he is being thoughtful and cautious. But internally, he's thinking: Not that I want to read any lame, childish bed time stories anyways...]
no subject
Your loss, then.
no subject
My loss? A minute ago you seemed practically attached to it. Far be it from me to separate you from something you clearly care about.
no subject
[Because she has no patience for being made fun of.]
no subject
Well, I'll let you get back to your book... uh, Miss Ave- Avey-
[Yes, he is struggling to remember/say her name.]
no subject
[She picks up her book and only slightly huffily turns away in her seat.]
no subject
Aveline, huh? Probably going to need some help remembering that name...
[He mutters to himself as he walks back down the ship's corridor.]