Well, this is.. horrible.

[reconstitution]

Who: SS Caprine & visitors
Broadcast: ???
Action: All aboard
When: 8/3


[Dread is probably not a good feeling to have in the face of actually having something resembling a 'team' now. Unfortunately, the way this place seems to love uprooting and depositing people out of nowhere into unfamiliar territory, and it sets him on edge.

His eyes narrow as he looks around yet another place he's unaccustomed, being bombarded by-- colorful shreds of paper and overly-cheerful music. And even more people. Once again, he longs for the familiar weight of a weapon in his hand, but this fleet just loves to suck the comfort out.

At least this is a more permanent residence? Time would tell on that one.]

Comments

[tothefly]

[In this particular case, size doesn't especially matter, and if he wants to say the words out loud, she'd be happy to demonstrate--broken arm or no. But instead, he goes for a smarter answer, if only slightly.]

[Yeah, sure, make the jokes. She'll make them right back.]

Guys. I'm sure I could introduce you, if you want. Don't think they're really your type, though.

[nextlineis]

[His eyebrow quirks up briefly at the correction.]

Probably not. I don't usually take to guys who would hit girls like that.