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

[delincuente]

Well, I wouldn't have fallen in love with him, that's for sure.

[She finally just tips over to rest against his side.]

[stefanged]

I'd hope not.

[He smiles a little wider, looking down at her like she's the only one in the entire room.] I can't imagine you and Clay fighting over the same guy.

[delincuente]

The same slice of pizza, maybe, but not Allen Walker.

[She reaches up to tap him on the nose. It's kind of adorable.]

[stefanged]

[He wrinkles his nose at her touch, so so tempted to just press his lips against hers and-- and they're in a super public area. Even if he wanted to bend that law of his faith, he's not gonna do it in public.

That raises more questions, and none of them good.]

Even if I make multiple pizzas?

[delincuente]

You underestimate our competitiveness over food.

[She gives him a deep, sagely look.]

[stefanged]

[He shakes his head, like the entire fate of the multiverse rests upon this storied competition....]

May the odds always be in your favor.

[delincuente]

[Breaking back into a smile, she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek.]

Where the hell are we gonna hang out and be embarrassing when we don't have couches anymore? I mean, assuming we're going back to the ships. 'Cause I'll probably go full-on crazy if we don't.

[stefanged]

[He shrugs, though his cheeks turn slightly red at the kiss.]

No idea. It's not like we can crash Max's room, and the med bay's anything but comfortable most of the time.

[delincuente]

We can just make a blanket fort in the bunk room. I'm pretty sure no one'll mind.

[stefanged]

Hey, if they do? It's not like they can complain to the management.