these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

Comments

[beardstrokes]

[ What the hell is a nerd, seriously. ]

The perks of hovering and music, I'm afraid.

[fishwife]

[Her smile doesn't dissipate.] You carry yourself like a warrior, so I know there's more to it than that.

You must be hiding your secrets in your beard!! That's the only explanation. Obviously.

[Beards give men mystical powers. This is a fact. Especially since she read it in a manga once.]

[beardstrokes]

What is this bizarre obsession with my beard . . . No, I certainly am not hiding my secrets in there.

[fishwife]

[He is apparently sensitive about his beard, and she finds this hilarious for some reason.]

I've only known a few with big ol' beards, and they all looked like they were pushovers but could take anyone in a fight.

[She's never suplexed a human before. Maybe it's time to start.]

[beardstrokes]

. . . You really don't want to fight me.

[ He's not in the mood for a fight. ]

[fishwife]

Of course not! We're crewmates! Comrades by ship!

[She grins fangishly.]

But we could spar sometime to keep ourselves from getting rusty. I'll even let you choose your own weapon.

[beardstrokes]

[ He rubs his beard, considering it. ]

That would be excellent, actually. I certainly wouldn't want to get rusty.

[fishwife]

[Her expression brightens considerably.]

Great!! I think there's enough room in the cargo hold if we're careful, but we can always train planetside too. If there's a planet, anyway.

[She hasn't been down there in a couple days. Too many new people. Too many attempts at spaghetti.]

[beardstrokes]

It might be a little too chilly to be sparring on the planet, but I will take a cargo hold for a match later on.