{i think you know too much, but the mind knows what the mouth wants}

[brokencopy]

Who: B; anyone who happens to be on the SS Heron
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: All over the Heron.
When: Januaryish ... all month, if you like.

{This is a ship mingle! Come get your socialization on.}

Comments

[maschinenpistole]

[ She lowers the gun when she hears someone behind her, turns to face him with a small, easy smile. ]

Ah, mostly myself. Lots of studying, lots of practice. Though I did have friends who helped show me some things as I went.

[ Guns: one hell of a hobby... ]

But where I'm from, we still have bullets. Not having to reload is kind of weird!

[reconstitution]

These are different from the weapons I am accustomed to, as well.

[ But weapons aren't hard for him to figure out. As you say: one hell of a hobby. ]

[maschinenpistole]

At least they're not so different that we can't figure them out quickly. I was afraid alien technology might be more, ah... extreme?

[ SHRUG. She still feels like she's been shoved into a sci-fi flick, and casually 4th-wall-breaking and trope-spotting are clearly the best ways to deal with that. ]

Are you from earth too, then? I keep hearing that most of us are. I'm Kotoha.

[reconstitution]

I wouldn't know about that.

[ His expertise really isn't alien technology, just firearms. And also combat, but.. y'know. ]

I am, yes. It's Winter.