A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[poetontheinside]

[It's nothing big, just a few scratches here and there, a tear in the jumpsuit he'd been wearing when he'd gone looking for the engine room, but there's a headwound that's bleeding pretty steadily.

He looks at the little girl approaching him and winces, tries to make himself look a little less, well, bloody.]

I'm okay, I'm alright-- should you be here by yourself?

[princessia]

[ Small wounds, little scratches... she's willing to heal them all. She can see the bleeding head wound though, briefly cupping hands over her mouth as she lets out a little gasp. ]

Your head... you're not okay!

[ Avoiding answering his question. ]

Stay still. I'll heal you.

[poetontheinside]

I-it's okay, you don't gotta strain yourself! [He wipes at the headwound, uselessly. It just gets his jumpsuit more messed up.]

[princessia]

I'm fine.

[ She releases a small huff. Really, she is! Thankfully, the injured haven't been pouring out one after another. She has had time to replenish her energy. ]

You'll make your wound worse!

[ Or just get messier... ]

[poetontheinside]

What d'you got back there, anyway? Band-aids or--?

[Someone isn't used to all this magic stuff yet!]

[princessia]

N-no! Not band... aids. I can use spirit artes. [ A beat, then she corrects the term with something more common. ] Magic.