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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[pirasea]

Mmmmmm. Then you can consider me very interested. Preferably as soon as you get done here.

[With his looting... whatever it is he's looting.]

[poetontheinside]

[He grins, vibrating a little at the prospect- whatever, he's a guy, don't blame him. He gives her a very, very dirty kiss to her neck before diving back into the piece of machinery. His glasses are back on his face for the task, and he's stuck a little flashlight in a breast pocket so he can actually see.

He doesn't take too long, and he comes up with some tubing and wiring. It looks boring, but he knows he'll be able to use it.]

Alright, here we go. That's all I'm gonna get here. You don't wanna go out and fight some more of those bugs before we go, do you? [Please say no]

[pirasea]

[Psssshhh. Why would she blame anyone for that? She paces a little as she waits for him, a little bored, but sadly no attacks come to keep her occupied.

Eventually (or after what feels like eventually, it's really not that long) she settles for watching him work. At least she can appreciate the view even if there is nothing she can stab just now. She even manages to refrain from making lewd comments to distract him. Mostly. Her restraint should be applauded.

When he finishes at last she straightens from where she'd settled herself, shaking her head at his question.]

Much as I'd enjoy it, I suspect that would only serve to put you off joining me after.

[poetontheinside]

[He points an approving finger at her, pretending he totally didn't notice her checking him out. He throws the last few things on the sheet, then bundles it up and stands up, groaning.]

You suspect right, Isabela.

[pirasea]

Luckily I think you'll appreciate my other talents a little more.

[Yes. She thinks. It's not like she's had confirmation or anything.]

So then, sweetness. Your place or mine?

[poetontheinside]

[He's still working out the kinks as he starts walking- he's no spring chicken, and he's pretty sure he's going to have to do a full workout before too long. Can't hurt to stretch a little.]

Mine's a little cramped, so how's your place sound?