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 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.