SS Golden Mingle!

[cabbagedetective]

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!]

Comments

[unconfines]

I'll stop and you'll try. Yes, that sounds exactly like the sort of thing that won't bite me in the ass later.

[Semantics, maybe, but there's really no part of him that feels a need to be charitable right now, and he's lost more on smaller conflicts of language before.]

But you know what? Yes. Fine. I'm not interested in chasing my own tail, and I doubt anyone else on this ship is interested in listening to it. If it keeps the peace [he holds both hands up, as if it's as simple as washing them of the whole interaction] have whatever makes you feel better. Deal.

[coppermarigolds]

All right, all right, I phrased that badly. No need to rub it in.

[Diplomacy is not exactly her strong suit, unless it's the sort of diplomacy that comes with whacking someone with a sword very hard. That is the best sort of diplomacy. And with her friends, sometimes diplomacy involves a certain amount of head-butting at the best of times.]

Anders, I... I considered you a friend, once. I want you to know that. I was captain of the city guard and perhaps some might have said it was my duty to turn you over to the templars, but I never did.

[She offers her hand.]

Deal.

[unconfines]

[He's silent, eyes flicking between her hand and her face, his expression twisted slightly like he smelled something foul in the same moment as bracing for her to hit him. I could have but I didn't has never been particularly reassuring to him, but it is... something. A flicker, and of what (positive or negative) he isn't completely certain, but even he knows effort when he sees it. It's more than some of the others have afforded him.

The past tense stings, another friendship he doesn't remember that's blocked off from him now, but that's not her fault. Even he recognizes that.

He shakes.]

Glad we could come to this understanding. [Stiffly, though not quite as aggressive as... everything else he's said so far. He doesn't intend to address anything else any more than that.] I'll leave you to it, then, shall I?