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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[dancingmd]

[That sigh isn't really helping your cause, Tek. She may not be immortal, but she is a mother and she recognizes the Patient and Indulgent Sigh all too well. Unimpressed, she crosses her arms.]

Just... stop, alright? I didn't come here to be lectured on the nature of souls and prayer and gods, I came here to do my job. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a fungus to find.

[heresyandlace]

[he could obnoxiously try to continue this argument all day--and would in many other instances. but at least right here, right now, he just shrugs as if it really doesn't mean a thing, and lifts his hands in a small sign of surrender.]

Good luck, then.

I hope you find it.

[dancingmd]

[This conversation had one benefit anyhow: now she's feeling pissed off instead of guilty, so uh... good job?]

Thank you.

[For the luck and for the surrender, however brief a one it is. Without further adieu, she snaps open her tricorder and continues on past him down the corridor.]