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]

[He eventually gets with the program and aims it the right way again, but he's still grimacing.]

Stretch? No. But sometimes I don't wanna make that stretch, y'know?

[alwayscomeback]

Nobody really wants to make that stretch. Sometimes, you need to, to be prepared.

[This kid's seen some shit. ]

[poetontheinside]

Sure, yeah. [So has Ray, but even with his life, it's probably still less weird than Sokka's.]

Guess I got a whole bunch of new stuff I gotta be prepared for, now.

[alwayscomeback]

[It's really hard to beat the overall weirdness of Sokka's existence. It really is. ]

It's okay, eventually, you'll be prepared for everything and- actually, you'll still be caught off guard sometimes, but you learn to roll with it better.

[poetontheinside]

Thanks for that, pal. [He grins a little, then starts rigging a little flashlight holder from some scraps of metal.]

I gotta go, see if this works better, huh?

[alwayscomeback]

[Ray, this is why you can come back again.]

Thanks, that'll probably get a lot, actually!