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My grandma told your grandma...
May. 4th, 2018 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ginger_firebirdWho: Mantis and All
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yadrolla System (Sandy Shores)
When: Today
Sand. Surf. A giant umbrella and a chair to sit in. Mantis is a man of simple needs like this, even more so when there's nothing to do. After the dead planet, he feels happier sharing space with others who are equally peaceful on this sunny day. One can only go so long before needing to know they're not truly alone in the universe.
It isn't all fun and sleeping, though. Mantis has a distinct task set before him. In his lap are rolls of black and silver fabric as well as scissors and a small case full of sewing supplies. The feed kicks on as he's in the middle of adding stitches in to a ribbon that is comprised of both colors. A small tape measure is produced and he checks the length before trimming off the slightest bit of fabric on one edge.
"I don't know about anyone else, but this competitive streak is infectious. It doesn't hurt when your captain is almost devoutly dedicated to proving her mettle against others." He looks up as a passerby cries out from off camera in favor of the Starstrikers team. Mantis raises a fist up in a kind of salute before going back to sewing. "Choose your teams carefully. I've seen what competitive sports does to the otherwise rational mind. Unless you're into that kind of thing, of course. The nice thing is that I tend to wear a lot of black, so I blend in well with the Starstrikers fans."
His attention returns more to the sewing, now closing off the seams at either end of the two-tone ribbon. "If anyone needs me, I'll be picking up bodyguard work around the planets. I'd also keep an eye out for Looma in the competitions. She's right at home in this system."
Sand. Surf. A giant umbrella and a chair to sit in. Mantis is a man of simple needs like this, even more so when there's nothing to do. After the dead planet, he feels happier sharing space with others who are equally peaceful on this sunny day. One can only go so long before needing to know they're not truly alone in the universe.
It isn't all fun and sleeping, though. Mantis has a distinct task set before him. In his lap are rolls of black and silver fabric as well as scissors and a small case full of sewing supplies. The feed kicks on as he's in the middle of adding stitches in to a ribbon that is comprised of both colors. A small tape measure is produced and he checks the length before trimming off the slightest bit of fabric on one edge.
"I don't know about anyone else, but this competitive streak is infectious. It doesn't hurt when your captain is almost devoutly dedicated to proving her mettle against others." He looks up as a passerby cries out from off camera in favor of the Starstrikers team. Mantis raises a fist up in a kind of salute before going back to sewing. "Choose your teams carefully. I've seen what competitive sports does to the otherwise rational mind. Unless you're into that kind of thing, of course. The nice thing is that I tend to wear a lot of black, so I blend in well with the Starstrikers fans."
His attention returns more to the sewing, now closing off the seams at either end of the two-tone ribbon. "If anyone needs me, I'll be picking up bodyguard work around the planets. I'd also keep an eye out for Looma in the competitions. She's right at home in this system."
