Bring the pringles, it's a mingle!

[geonomy]

Who: SS Vanquish and whoever visits!
Broadcast: Noooope.
Action: SS Vanquish!
When: Any time during their stay on the blue planet!

[That's right, it's a ship mingle! While the crew of Vanquish have fun on the beach, or help the residents with rebuilding/the fungus problem, or shopping, or whatever strikes their fancy, they've still got to come back to the ship sometime!

As the rest of the crew return at points, they might find a growing collection of shells and little cups of sand and algae around the pilot's area. He'll organize it someday. Maybe.]

Comments

[stickupherforehead]

[mutant, huh? Would that make you a subtype of human or something else entirely?]

That sounds like it could be a useful defense mechanism. [then again, anything without proper control can become dangerous.

And she's going to offer you a smile.]

Tell me if you need anything, alright? [thanks for telling her]

[touchofrogue]

[...a defense mechanism. She'd never thought of it like that. Huh. That was an interesting thought.

Rogue nods, quite appreciative of the matter of fact that Pearl didn't make a big deal about it.]

I will. Thanks.