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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well same here!!

[poetontheinside]

[When he finally gets him he grabs him by the collar and the arm, pinning him as much as he needs so he can finally draw the sharp scrap metal out of Zhas' pockets.]

Don't you laugh at me. [Grumbles!]

[theboogieman]

[thankfully his "laughing" stays more at "amused chuckling under his breath"--since his real laugh is terrifying and should probably not be heard by living humans.

still, he'll give up and let Ray rifle through his pocket. he can have it back. he's earned it for being a good sport (at least, from Zhas' point of view). though, while Ray is in there, he will also run into a couple of other tools, a pocket knife, a small, square mirror, a little container of black grease paint, there's probably a flat spool of thread down there...

he'll just hang out there and wait. arms dead at his sides.]

[poetontheinside]

[He fishes out all of these things, looks at them cynically, and then demonstratively drops them back into Zhas' pockets. Because here's the thing: this isn't his jurisdiction, and he didn't come here to frisk Zhas. Just to get his sharp thing back.

In the end, he steps back, holding up aforementioned sharp thing, looking at Zhas with intent.]

There. All sorted out.