At least there's no elevator music...

[thespaceopera]

[At least two weeks have passed since the Drift Fleet passengers woke up on this strange wing of the Marsiva... Some new passengers have even joined the group instead of being Shuffled off to a fleet ship! The large monitor in the central room remains quiet for now, so how is everyone holding up?

Have you been relaxing? Enjoying the Earth media? If you can even remember them, how have Calibrations been treating you? Has anyone started getting a little stir-crazy?

Don't worry... This ship has no shortage of mysteries, and you'll be seeing a few more soon.]


ooc: here's another mingle for the current game event! players can start or continue threads here from any point during the event. the additional setting information is still being postponed due to sickly mods, but y'all are welcome to post additional topcomments for reactions and investigation once it's up!

Comments

[save_the_souls]

[Yeah...that? He's not so down with that idea. Nea knew his time was limited until Allen took back over, and frankly he wanted to spend that time with his golem dammit. Not hand him over to some strange lady.]

Um- how about another time? I'm not dressed.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda nods her head on the other side of the door. That did sound like a perfectly legitimate response to be fair, and judging from his reaction he seemed to recognize her. He didn't ask who she was or why she wanted to see Tim or how she knew about him... Maybe it really was just a bad dream that had caused him to yell like that. After all, Wanda herself had just had a particularly long, painful episode dealing with bad dreams. Still, she couldn't shake this feeling that something was off.]

All right. I will come by later then?

[She offers it as a question, letting Allen specify when might be a better time for her to come back.]

[save_the_souls]

[Oh good, she's going with it. Nea is relieved. He can't entirely hate someone who is a fan of Timcanpy after all. For you know. It's sort of like hating a fellow cat lover- except Tim is 1000x better than any cat, if you ask Nea.]

[And uh, right, time]

Sure...after lunch?

[Allen can deal with it, whatever he doesn't care]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Sounds reasonable enough. Maybe Allen will be more open to talking about whatever was going on with him then?]

Okay. See you after lunch then.

[save_the_souls]

Seeya.

[Whew. That went well.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda hesitantly, but surely turns and starts making her way towards the kitchen. As she leaves, she makes a mental note of where Allen's door is roughly, so she can easily find her way back to it.]

[Whatever is going on with him, hopefully he'll feel more open to talking about it after lunch. She didn't know Allen very well yet, so that's why she didn't feel the need to press him just now. He had been kind to her though, when they met in one of those "rooms." So she's willing to help him if he needs it. Guess she'll find out after lunch.]