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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[redactions]

Now you're just tryin' t'butter me up.

[ He gives her a playful smirk. He's not Steve — just a guy trying his best to be as great as he was. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She cocks her head at first.]

Butter you up? I do not-

[Then she thinks she understands the turn of phrase. She blushes and gives a slight smile before turning away.]

I- you... are a fine Captain. I am only speaking the obvious.

[redactions]

[ The smile fades from mischievous to just plainly warm as he realises she's not used to the idiom. It's not obvious. He's just — he can't be what Steve was, he can only manage a sometimes. That will have to be good enough. ]

Well, I'll do my best to live up to that.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda turns to look at him again. The smile on her face somewhat more warm and genuine.]

I believe you will.