Tourist Mingle!

[got_it_memorized]

[Well, Tourists, your captain is feeling a little foolish after napping for an entire month. There are a couple of you he's hardly even met yet, so let's have us a mingle and get to know one another. The way-stations don't have a lot of interesting stuff, really, but sometimes putting three not terribly interesting things together makes something awesome. Like s'mores. That's right, everyone, you're all getting a text telling you to drop by the kitchen, where Axel will be tending a little fire. Don't worry, it's magic, so we're not gonna get smoked out. Chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers will be provided, but we don't have any sticks, sorry. Guess you'll have to roast your marshmallows on a fork.

[Come chat, come eat, come glower at merrymaking if you're Fenris.]

Comments

[thatwhichyields]

The Fleet will have it's jest.

[She catches the eye flick, and the observation. She doesn't let it bother her - considering their surroundings, it is likely many would be curious. In her travels, Phedre had endured much more than curiosity.]

Would you like to come in?

[mylegacy]

If you don't mind. I haven't been socializing much, and I didn't want to be rude.

[But he stays where he is, half out of courtesy and half because he's starting to feel that boundaries are incredibly important, in a small space like this.]

[thatwhichyields]

[She gestures him inside, clearing the chair she had been seated in so he might have it, and settling a pillow on the floor for herself.]

Not at all. Please, have a seat.

[mylegacy]

[Well that's - he's about to tell her she doesn't have to move, but then she does anyway, so this is his life now, he guesses. He sits, considers her carefully.]

. . . You're very comfortable here, [he settles on eventually, although once he's said it he's not sure it's correct. Maybe it's just that she gives off an air of being comfortable anywhere.]

[It occurs to him that that used to be much easier for him than it is now.]