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

[ladiesss]

[she stops just within conversational range, and... makes a face.]

You're that creep from Accord. The one who went through my stuff.

[mortalcoil]

[ha, he raises his brows a little, with as much of a 'really?' expression as he can manage.

he points to her, and then points to the tree.

she's one to talk.]

[ladiesss]

Hey, I was not going through that tree's business.

[which may or may not be a complete misinterpretation of what he was saying, but...]

[mortalcoil]

[he's prepared this time. he is so done with drawn-out charades. though, she'll still have to wait while he pulls out a folded wad of lab notes out of his pocket, and a pen.

Finding a blank spot on the paper amongst all the other words, he scrawls the word 'MAGIC.'

He holds it up for her to see, and then points at her.]

[ladiesss]

Oh, are you saying you did that just because I've got magic?

[hand on hip!]

Or are you just calling me a creep?

[mortalcoil]

[he...


um, he nods.]

[ladiesss]

Ugh...

[deflates. :(]

Okay, fine. ...What was your name again?

[mortalcoil]

[he draws a spiral in the air with one finger.

maybe that'll jog her memory and he won't have to go through the trouble of trying to write it out for her.

ugh.]

[ladiesss]

...Coil, right. Okay.

[so, great. she's in space with the creep from the tower.]

I guess... Hi, again? I don't know.

[mortalcoil]

[he just points at the tree again.

he's still waiting for an explanation.

and the social skills abound...]

[ladiesss]

[she looks back over at the plastic tree, and... sighs like it's some huge burden.]

I was asking the tree if it knows anything about Atroma, okay.