did somebody say mingle

[redactions]

Who: The crew of the SS Heron and visitors.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: Throughout the month.

[ starters in comments, feel free to backdate/forward date anything. ]

Comments

[basically anytime?]

[tobeajedi]

A. Jedi Practice

[There might not be any other Jedi Knights in the fleet, but that isn't going to stop Vima from honing her skills. She doesn't have a lightsaber and she isn't keen on practicing mind stuff on unsuspecting friends, but there's still plenty she can do, and does.

She can hone her telekinesis skills by hovering small objects or tripping doors, lifting herself off the ground, or maybe using the Force to heighten her sight and hearing.]

B. Puttering

[If she's not practicing with the Force, Vima can be found piloting, or maybe hanging out in the engine room taking a look at things, or straightening up the bunkroom, kitchen, or cargo hold. (Maybe with the Force as an assistant with the heavier stuff.)

She may or may not be poking around in things she isn't much good at, but Vima would rather do something she's not supposed to than do nothing at all.]

[touchofrogue]

A
['sup, Heron crew. This is a stranger wandering around through your halls. She is looking for your kitchen, but also poking around to gather the layout and see what kind of ship this is.]

B
[Hopefully someone will direct her to the kitchen! Once there, she has brought her own supplies. She will begin to set them out on the counter and start cooking something. You don't even have an oven, you guys. Fortunately, Rogue knows her way around a microwave, and the cook augment helps... a lot. Something is going to start smelling... well, not amazing, but pretty good.]

( visiting -- initially closed to jim )

[mucked]

[ sometime after her awakening -- and very hastily once she'd been assigned to a ship -- peggy makes it a priority to find her way to the heron. long before she makes any concerted effort to better know her fellows upon the starstruck, she cajoles a meeting of ships that might let her slink on-board the other for the better part of a day.

and she doesn't do so randomly. she doesn't do it on a whim. instead, all is carefully charted: a call it put into captain barnes, and a perfectly perfunctory appointment is established. and when peggy arrives, it's not in the boiler-suit variety clothing that's offered as bog-standard to all in the fleet. no, it's once again in the well-pressed skirt-suit she'd been wearing upon her arrival.

laying eyes on him is like being drawn back into another year. at first, she tries to smile but simply can't redirect any pep to the corners of her mouth. ] Good grief, [ she announces. dryly. unable to bring herself straight into a warm embrace, she at least offers two open hands to the man whose death-report she'd read thrice over. just to be certain. ]

I can't believe I'm about to tell you what a sight you are for sore eyes.