mingle mangle

[takeabow]

Who: anyone!
Broadcast: why not!
Action: sure!
When: Whenever!

[ what are you up to, flooters? passing the time playing cribbage? watching Die Hard with a Vengeance, or maybe trying to repair friendships and perceptions of people that were dashed by invasive dreamscapes?

This is a mingle, so enjoy! ]

Comments

[takeabow]

...Pony?

[tothefly]

You know. Bright yellow, about three feet tall, four legs. Wears a polo shirt, has an unreasonable love of the accordion.

[All delivered with a perfectly straight face. Hard to tell if she's kidding. She wishes she was kidding.]

[takeabow]

I missed the pony.

[tothefly]

He's hard to miss. I'm sure if you just step out there in the common room and whisper "party" he'll pop right up. Just like Bloody Mary, only with a rubber chicken.

[takeabow]

I will... take a pass on that one for now.

[tothefly]

Knew you seemed like a smart one.

[takeabow]

Thanks, but don't give me too much credit.

[tothefly]

I'll try. Not like I've got much else to spend my credit on, around here.

[Not much of a joke, but hey. Work with what you've got.]

[takeabow]

...That was terrible.

[tothefly]

No idea what you're talking about.

[She may, however, be smiling. Just a little.]

[takeabow]

You could probably give Stiles a run for his money.

[tothefly]

Don't think I've gotten the chance to meet him yet. You'd think being stuck here would mean we've all gotten nice and cozy.

[takeabow]

Maybe if we were on the same ship.

[tothefly]

Maybe. I don't tend to leave the Windrose much. Maybe I should fix that.

[takeabow]

Maybe.

[tothefly]

Of course, if they decide to keep us here for much longer, I'm not sure I'll have to worry about all the people I've never met.