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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yeah i'm like two weeks late so what

[theboogieman]

[he nods again when he's got it. he's pleased that he likes it. he doesn't remember getting much satisfaction out of naming things before he arrived in the Fleet, but now, putting words to things gives him a sense of order and control, however small. that kind of thing is valuable out here, between the rampant magic and the alarming amount of grey thinking.

ah, the apology... he doesn't quite understand how he's imposing, since Zhas is the one who wandered in, started trouble, and stuck around to investigate. he looks down at the extended hand, still crouched, for just a couple of seconds too long.

but he knows how it's supposed to go, so he finally returns the gesture. it's surprisingly civil. a totally normal handshake. and, since things seem good here, he reiterates with quick signs, 'thank you for trade.'

he can finally go, now. leave this poor robot boy to his tasks.]