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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[mortalcoil]

[he doesn't smile exactly--that may be a gesture that he just never bothers with--but his whole expression does lighten up. it goes well with the dim glow of his eye, just all quiet eagerness and excitement.

he nods and immediately moves to fall in step at the man's heel, like a good boy, ready to go hunting.]

[redactions]

[ Better than blaring it from the rooftops, really. Bucky stops him at the doorway. ]

I'll go in, be back in a couple a'minutes. If there's more from behind, find somewhere high up and I'll take care of it. All right?

[mortalcoil]

[he blinks for a moment, when he's stopped, and then frowns.

by the way he tilts his chin up a little bit, and pats himself confidently on the chest, he may have taken offense to that instruction.]

[redactions]

[ Bucky smiles helplessly at him. Soft spot for scrappers. ]

You're a fighter, huh? Wouldn't've guessed. All right. You handle it. Be back in a sec.