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SHUFFLE/WAY-STATION/ILLNESS/WHATEVER MINGLE POST

Who: You! Me! Him! Her! Them! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On your respective ships, or the Waystations!
When: After the shuffle over the next couple days! Whenever man!

[It's been nearly a week since the fleet's said their goodbyes to the planet full of skull face folks, and another Shuffle has come and gone. Despite what was mentioned on the last week's Shuffle about cannibalism, it doesn't seem like any crews has resorted to that, so maybe some of you have begun to relax.]

[Or maybe not. In fact, maybe you should do a crew headcount just in case1.]

[By now, some of you who handled any red stones from the planet natives may be feeling under the weather or even downright shitty. But hey! What's that to stop you from visiting the way-stations? These way-stations may be in the same crappy condition as the last way-stations - but at least they're people on these ones! Really...shady looking people! But that's not about to stop you from making friends right2?]

[Essentially, this is a game wide mingle post for this week's shuffle, November's way-stations anyone getting ill, or anything else you want to do but too lazy to make a post about! Please feel free to tag in and tag around! Just make sure to put your characters' location and communication methods (action/network) in the header and/or in the prompts!]

1. - This recommendation goes double for the SS Blue Fish.
2. - Warning: Attempts to make friends with extremely shady characters on the Way-Stations may result in heartwarming musical numbers, or much, much more likely - being kidnapped. Please use your own discretion.

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[ Hey people! If you are out and about on a nearby way station, you might be stumbling into a CRIME SCENE. Or, you would if there was anything resembling a force of law here.

Basically what I'm saying is that there's a dead guy. Not anyone you know, but one of the rough alien folks from around these parts. Cause of death was probably being stabbed a bunch of times, judging by the multiple stab wounds and also the knife that's still sticking out of his chest.

Totally unrelated, but the Pathstone's hot water quota is probably doing great after someone ran the shower for like two hours. And also one of the crew members is more difficult than usual to get a hold of or even find. So unless you're a...well, captain of Pathstone, since that's all we got now, or you've decided to sneak on board or break in or invite yourself in or even if you got really drunk and accidentally wandered onto the wrong ship? It is a mystery.

But like I said, totally unrelated. ]

{ ooc; nooooo pressure at all to respond to this! if you wanna play detective, hide the body, walk away like you saw nothing, whatever your heart desires, that is fine. just letting y'all know. dead body.

alright, carry on. }

[oh sweet, a free knife.

he'll just casually take this back to his ship, because that's not a weird thing to do at all.

of course, it couldn't have anything to do with the fact that he finds it strange to leave a weapon sticking out of a body like that, especially with how experienced and greedy their new friends on the waystations seem to be. and it also has nothing to do with the fact that the body would have an interesting (if vague) story to tell if he took a read of its last moments. and it definitely couldn't have anything do with the fact that one of his crewmates with a known history of spontaneous violence is acting strangely.

so, he's just going to be innocently playing with this knife at the kitchen table--cutting pieces from a big hunk of chicken-flavored protein and poking them into his mouth. just in case someone notices.]

[ She's only left the sickbay to deal with the fact that she's too hungry to fall asleep. And of course, on this ship, there's always the risk of running into someone, given the fact that no one seems to have anything remotely resembling a proper sleeping schedule.

It takes a few seconds for her to realize what he's holding. And it only takes that long since, as her appearance might suggest, she is still kind of a mess. ]

Where did you get that.

[ That might have sounded more threatening if she'd had the chance to hit puberty. ]

[eating a bit of 'chicken' off the blade, he sits back and begins idly spinning the thing between the fingers of one hand]

--Oh, it's yours?

[as if he'd had no idea.]

I asked you a question.

[ Not answering his either, though. ]

I found it buried in a dead man.

[so matter-of-factly]

Now answer mine.

It looks to me like it's yours.

[ Wow, she's weirdly unhappy about him having this random knife he found in a dead guy! Huh. ]

[he is totally unfazed.]

I does look that way, doesn't it?

But that's not really an answer to the question.

It isn't? You asked if it's mine, that was all.

You haven't said yes or no.

[he gestures the blade in her direction, like a pointing finger]

And for clarification, I'm asking if it was ever yours, regardless of it presently being in my possession.

Edited 2014-11-08 21:53 (UTC)

[ Does this somehow REALLY ANNOYED SILENCE tip you off? ]

[he brings the knife close to himself again, going back to flipping it around between his fingers. and, despite how crappy he's feeling, he smiles a thin snake-smile.]

I like you.

So, I'm going to tell you a secret, alright?

[ Somehow, the phrase "I like you" does little to sway her over to his side. ]

Are you.

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not this again...............

yes dis shitto agen

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