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

[feathery]

[And he just flops over to look in her direction as he texts her back.]

who says it cant be both

[thebarkside]

[ she's lying on her back, staring mostly at the ceiling. ]

is it allowed to be both

[feathery]

[Is this depressed staring or bored out of her mind staring or—]

it is definitely allowed to be both
youre speaking to a professional ironicist ive got a degree and everything

[thebarkside]

[ the answer to 'depression or boredom' is probably just 'yes,' for the record. ]

davesprite
i need to be perfectly honest with you
i just do not think i am very good at the rap thing
sorry to have let you down

[feathery]

[This is a tragedy.

He wonders if he should shamble in her general direction.]

if youre trying to let me down easy you could at least put it in rhyme

[thebarkside]

im not a poet
and i definitely know it :U
better?

[ nah, that'd probably just make her feel worse. honestly, she's not big on actual conversation right now, but she does seem to enjoy just... existing in the vicinity of people she likes. ]

[feathery]

i cant even call that a couplet

[He's probably going to do it no matter what, eventually. Call it gravitational pull.]