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

[admirably]

[ Wow peasants are so bad at polite introductions. But he still smiles. ]

A pleasure to meet you, Lady Alex.

[delincuente]

I can and will turn you into a gopher if you keep that "lady" crap up.

[admirably]

[ ... ]

I beg your pardon. A gopher?

[delincuente]

Yeah. The little brown furry things that live in holes.

[admirably]

I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with...gophers.

[ is she making them up or ]

[delincuente]

Huh. They probably just haven't been discovered in your world, or something.

[She pauses for half a second.]

... Good thing, too. They're known for their unquenchable bloodlust. They bite off people's toes in their sleep.

[admirably]

[ The thing about being a professional bullshitter is it's hard to be bullshitted. Hans lifts an eyebrow. ]

Now you're just pulling my leg.

[delincuente]

[She gives a noncommittal hum.]

You don't know. There are worlds with talking horses. Mine could totally have man-eating gophers.

[admirably]

[ EYEBROWS STILL. ]

I suppose, but that's not something that exists in my world, I'm quite certain.

[delincuente]

You must be an alien, then.

[Her logic is flawless.]

[admirably]

I beg your pardon, but perhaps it is you who are the alien.

[ SHOTS FIRED ]

[delincuente]

Huh. I wondered why I have three extra arms tucked under my shirt.