first breath mingle!

[evildetector]

Who: Crew of the SS First Breath and any visitors!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Ship Mingle!
When: Late November/December!

[ calibrations are over! things are back to normal! for a given measure of the word normal, i guess. let's mingle it up for the month, first breathers! ]

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[theshabbiestofmen]

[He glances over at her. He ought to introduce himself to his new crewmates, he thinks, but it's easier in thought than practice. Remus hesitates for a long moment before taking a seat across from her.]

I suppose a few coats of paint might help, but the pipes are rather off-putting, aren't they? My name is Remus. I'm new here.

[takeabow]

[ oh. hey. she's an intrinsically awkward person, so she feeds off of his energy, while trying to be lighthearted ]

Hey. There are some new faces, yeah.

And it'd probably take not, you know, being in space for this place to not feel like a jail cell to me.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[If they try and meet halfway maybe they can do this. Remus smiles at her-- nervous, yeah, but trying.]

I try not to ask for the impossible. Have you been here long?

[takeabow]

A few months, and I was somewhere else before here. I mean, somewhere not my world. It was called Aather.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He blinks. He's adapted himself to the thought that people are from different worlds-- it isn't such a far-fetched thought, after all-- but it's a little startling to hear that someone's jumped from world to world.]

I, ah-- I'm sorry. It can't be easy, to be so far from home.

[takeabow]

[ she snorts a little, studying her drink ]

Believe me, all this is an improvement.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Do you want to talk about it? Or-- I can tell you a bit about myself.

[takeabow]

It's a lot to talk about.

What's your world like?

[theshabbiestofmen]

We're at war, for starters. And, ah-- magic.

[He feels a prickle of panic at mentioning it-- but if James is going around enchanting snowmen, it's clearly not a secret any longer.]

Technically, I'm a wizard.

[takeabow]

Yeah? We don't have magic in my world, but Aather had a lot of it, and I've seen some here, too.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Well, that's him taught. He'd been gearing himself up to explain magic to the muggle, using terms as simple as possible-- and she already knows it. It's a good reminder not to assume.]

Right, well. It's a magic war, obviously. Over those who have it and those who don't.

[takeabow]

[ she'd never claim to understand it with any depth but, eh, unexplainable things happen. ]

Why?

[ pause ]

Is that a dumb question?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not in the least.

[He settles in, resting his forearms on the table. They're scarred, though not with any real method-- just little scars, white and shiny. For the first time he seems relaxed.]

In my world, a majority of the population has no magic. Those of us that do keep it a secret-- we have our own community, government, et cetera. Mostly the populations ignore one another, but . . . there are those that think a more violent approach ought to be taken. That the non-magic peoples, as well as anyone with non-magic blood in them, ought to be killed.

I'm a half-blood, myself. My mother hadn't an ounce of magic, but she was worth just as much as anyone else I've ever known. As for why . . . I can't honestly say. Prejudice? Hatred? Fear of the unknown? I couldn't say.

[takeabow]

Some types of people don't need a reason.

[ knowingly ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

No, I suppose they don't. In any case: that's about the long and short of it. I'm part of an organization that's fighting them, but it's . . . slow-going.

[takeabow]

It usually is, with these things.