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

[geonomy]

[For a moment, it seems like those comments go right out his other ear too.]

Yeah, he's definitely a big one now. He keeps trying to use his old status as a way to reach out and speak out against, you know, basic human rights. He's pretty much a joke now.

[But as he leans back to his spot and slides his arm around Allen again, he kisses his boyfriend's cheek, then rests his head against his shoulder as he watches Stefan get used to the controls.]

I say he should go for the line of sushi on the ground. What do you think, Allen?

[stefanged]

He was half-way there, back in 2016. I guess he just kept going downhill....

[Stefan presses his lips together, gripping the controller tighter as he focuses his attention on the screen. Video games in general are foreign territory: he's seen them, sure, and even played a round or two of Mario Kart with friends. They're just not something he picks up with any regularity - but once he's got it?

He's got it down. Stefan shakes his head, going straight for that line of sushi and rolling them up in mere seconds.]

I'm not big enough for the dog. Another .5 km, maybe?

[He eyes some bento boxes and sighs, rolling around them. Soon, bento, soon.]

[save_the_souls]

[Allen, being from 1899, has nothing to say about Chuck Norris so he's quiet about that part of the conversation. And man, it's hard to stay cranky when Clay does that- so he lets a little sigh out of his nose as he settles back against him. Fine. You win this time.]

[Especially when there's talk of food]

Sushi's always good... [And noticing the bento boxes] - Oh! Try to get the bento boxes too! They're delicious!

[....Because clearly, in Allen's mind, you get to eat the katamari]

[delincuente]

You can't eat video game food, Allen.

[Alex tries to toss a piece of popcorn up in the air and catch it in her mouth. It lands somewhere in her hair, and she gropes around for it. Sorry if that's your leg, Stef.]