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

[parkinglotangel]

[Here is Michael. He's feeling...not very well. Not as bad as he's going to feel later, but there's time for that yet. Right now he has a headache and the beginning of some serious sniffles and he's taking it out on one of the poor dispensers in the waystation, which isn't producing the marshmallows he's after at the moment. Because sugary processed food is totally how you deal with a space cold. In either case, the normally chipper angel seems like he's a slightly stormy mood.

Which is bad for a potential pickpocket who sneaks up on Michael while it appears he's distracted.

Not so.

One moment the man is reaching for his pocket, then next Michael has his arm, which he twists and uses to slam the man's face into the dispenser. The man falls to the ground and his food is obligingly deposited at last.

It's over that fast.

Michael takes the bag, steps over the pickpocket's body, and starts towards his ship.]

[heresyandlace]

[the only thing that can get a sickened dragon out of his lair is food, especially while he looks like shit. so, Tek has also dragged his sorry carcass out to the station to try and scrounge something up that will make him feel better.

the burst of violence sure catches his attention though, and he eyes the angel as gets nearer on his way to the ship]

Temper, temper...

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael pauses, the bag of marshmallows clutched in his teeth - in the middle of trying to open the thing, and looks at Tek. It takes him a bit longer than normal to recognize him from the feed, especially not having interacted much beyond that. If he was in better shape, alarm bells would be ringing in his head like a chorus, but all he can feel is the headache.]

I don't like thieves...

[heresyandlace]

[he's on the same delayed wavelength for both recognizing, and picking up interesting things from Fleetmates. though with how depleted everyone's energy is, it's halfway understandable that there's less for him to detect. he's just having a miserable, off day all around.]

I guessed as much.

...Hope he wasn't from the fleet.

[parkinglotangel]

Haven't seen 'im before.

[And if he was, it will slightly embarrassing tomorrow. He's fairly sure he didn't do any permanent damage to the guy, but he'll have a headache to rival Michael's when he comes to.

He finally succeeds in tearing a corner off the plastic bag, which seemed unaccountably more difficult than normal, and then looks from it to Tek]

...want one?

[heresyandlace]

[he... oh.

was not expecting that. he's also not expecting how much he would desperately love one of those.

so, after a little blink of surprise, he holds his hand out for one.]

Thank you.

[parkinglotangel]

[He's crabby, but he's not a complete Scrooge. And building good will among the people he actually, well...not lives with exactly, but certainly around...has it's benefits.

He places a marshmallow in Tek's hand, then pops one in his own mouth.

Oh, sweet Heaven...]

Welcome.

[Complete sentences are hard.]

[heresyandlace]

[one of the quickest ways to work up some good will with Tek is by offering him food, so it's a good start.

though, he just squishes it a little first. kind of like he's suspecting that it might be something alien. just kind of fascinated by it...]

[parkinglotangel]

[Something about this makes his headache feel just a tiny bit better, and Michael actually smiles a little]

It doesn't bite.