SHUFFLE/WAY-STATION/ILLNESS/WHATEVER MINGLE POST

[save_the_souls]

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.

Comments

[heresyandlace]

[well... the amusement fades from his face, and he actually looks quite serious. for several reasons.]

There's only one way to kill a true god.

Demigods gods are another story, however. ...Why do you ask?

[amarant]

Why I'm asking shouldn't matter.

[ God, she is so annoying. ]

[heresyandlace]

This is how conversations work, Emblica.

[yes. she is.]

[amarant]

[ She just wanted to eat enough weird protein crap to not be starving and then pass out for a few hours and he is getting in the way of that. ]

Only a god can kill another god. If you're still able to do that, then you might be good for something.

[heresyandlace]

[a short laugh. it's practically a scoff.]

I hate to break it to you, but mortals are the ones who kill gods.

And it really is a pity that you're so quick to underestimate me so badly.

[amarant]

[ She has the distinct feeling that she's fucked up, which is enough to ground her, at least for now. ]

Not where I come from. And that's what this concerns.

[heresyandlace]

[there is a lingering bit of coldness in his voice now, so maybe she has]

What kind of god is it? Who worships it? What does it govern?

[amarant]

[ Yeah, well fuck you too. ]

It's a god that governs the land above it. They don't so much worship it as they acknowledge it and listen to it.

[heresyandlace]

[they're such good friends]

Gods need followers. It's where they get their power.

No followers, no god.

[amarant]

These don't.

[heresyandlace]

Then maybe they're not gods.

[amarant]

Your gods don't matter to me, the ones I'm talking about do. So what would you call them?

[heresyandlace]

What you're talking about sound like demigods, and those can be killed.

[amarant]

How?

[heresyandlace]

Having the ability to control death itself is a big help.

[amarant]

So I'd gathered.