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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[goldenglasses]

[The outlaw is silent for a moment as he considers the offer. Considering how easily Cole could sneak up on him, which is no easy feat, Vash doesn't doubt the man's ability. It may be a good idea to see it up close.]

I can stay quiet.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole offers out a hand. He has fingerless gloves that are fraying, or maybe it's wrapping around his hands? But the gesture it fairly unambiguous. It's the best way to keep Vash close and hidden as well.]

Wow, never got the notifcation for this

[goldenglasses]

[Vash reaches forward with not hesitation to take Cole's gloved hand in his own leather gloved hand. Watching Cole carefully for the next instruction.]

DW's been doing that.

[killedwithlove]

[It doesn't feel like anything, but Cole focuses and moves them forward slowly.

The bugs don't look. They ignore their soft footsteps and Cole takes them out of sight and around a corner before relaxing.

He's shaking slightly, where his hand clutches Vash's.]

That or I deleted it by mistake in a google group conversation style email.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is quiet. Waiting until they are further away from the bugs to speak, but still only in a whisper.] Are you alright? [He's not sure if the shaking is from stress/fatigue/normal so he can't help but to ask.]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole nods, but he's still pale.]

Making them not notice is... tiring. I'll be okay.