Gumball Wishes and Taxicab Dreams

[thespaceopera]

[On today's episode of the Drift Fleet:

The cargo holds are full of mysterious crates! The crews are filling beyond capacity with new faces! Official alerts are informing the passengers that they are signed to contracts that they've never agreed to! They are docking at the dazzling FS Starlight, but are flat broke!

What are they going to do!? Stay tuned to find out!


...Meaning, this is a kickoff mingle for you all to enjoy the beginning of the latest plot setting. This is a convenient place to start threads relating to the first week of the event-- meeting new crewmembers, reacting to the mysterious cargo, arriving on the station and discovering that you're all broke, etc.

Tag around, start whatever you'd like, have fun. And, as always, feel free to make your own posts and mingles from here on in, as this will be the only mod-posted one for this event!]

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[incousinswithyou]

[watching Michiru try on clothes will probably make this trip even longer.

A voice from behind you.] You might have to try them on.

[it's been long enough that Michiru has gathered up a good shopping basket of clothes to try on, but she's also got an oddly patterned blue button-up shirt draped over her arm. There's a shirt with a similar coloring half-hidden in her basket.]

[goodjob]

So you're almost as new as me. I'm fresh off the boat. Ship. [That was almost an awful pun, good job.]

[beardstrokes]

I'm a little less fresh, to be honest. While this is my first time being kidnapped by a powerful alien race, it's certainly not my first jaunt in space.

[sandhate]

[ Excuse you, he is that kind to someone he barely knows. He just also happens to be a dick. It's a new universe!! You can be a kind dick if you want!! ]

Well, I can't let you take the full glory. Not when I'm an accomplice.

[thezerothlaw]

[Ah. Kisses are nice. Kisses are very nice. Alas, he cannot blush.]

It's very unexpected. I will confess, Beverly, this is a little new for me. Your patience is appreciated.

[goodjob]

Was that a dig? [She cocks her head, expression sharp but fond. Earth, the backwater pre-spaceflight planet. What a fucking world.] The company I worked for-- Cosmic Demolition Crew-- that was my first time in space. About... nine months ago, now? Ten.

[incousinswithyou]

Surprise me. [that's a tall order, Michiru.

It looks like she's only got eyes for you; she doesn't even turn when harried looking security guards run right past them.]

[shockput]

[ There is — a flicker of a crushed expression, Thor sets his mouth in a line but it smooths out quickly. She speaks truly. She is not Jane. ]

Pardon me, I thought you were another.

[beardstrokes]

A dig? No. I was investigating the murder of another Jedi. One thing led to another . . . and we ended up destroying some kind of super weapon.

[ Basically, antics happened. ]

[goodjob]

[She shakes her head.] No, no, I meant- nevermind. What the fuck is a superweapon?

[beardstrokes]

General Grievous was trying to buy a large Kyburr crystal. It's what powers our lightsabers. One that large though . . . I'm not sure how they would plan on using it, but I'm sure it was nothing good.

[actsmagnificent]

[ Caught in the act. Haruka turns, notes the bulk involved here, and chuckles. ] What kind of suggestion is that?

[ It's the suggestion of someone who wants a show, isn't it. That and somebody who actually behaves sensibly when they shop.

Still, here she is, picking up each of the coats. ]

[goodjob]

Hey, I'm a first timer, here. [She doesn't make a 'be gentle with me' joke here because he's from a kid's show, you perv.] All the flashy cars and high speeds went to my head. You're supposed to be the responsible Jedi.

[goodjob]

It's a weapon that's super, isn't it. [God, she hates space. She rubs at her face a little.] Jesus. I guess if you got Jedi, that... makes sense. [About as much sense as anything.]

[actsmagnificent]

I hope that applies to later, too. [ Haruka is doing a lot more than "not look" at those guards. She doesn't even seem aware they exist. ]

[beardstrokes]

If it helps, it's not all that common.

[ The last thing he dealt with that could be classified as such was the Malevolence and that at least had the decency to be a spaceship as well. ]

[redactions]

We're a motley bunch. You might like to meet our pilot, Vima.

[faithfulwisdom]

[One hope she realizes that not discussing the content of the book does not make her immune from later teasing about this reaction. The little elf brat will find a way.]

Reasonably so. Though I will admit to being glad to be away from our last stop. I have no great love of snow. [To put it mildly.]

And you?

[goodjob]

Well, yeah, or they wouldn't be super. [She pinches the bridge of her nose.] You destroyed it, though; that's what counts. I mean, is that a normal day for a Jedi?

[beardstrokes]

[ Faintly amused. ]

Fairly average, I would say. It's not a Jedi life if you're not saving the galaxy on a regular basis.

[goodjob]

Yeah, but do you get good benefits? [It's not really a question. She's joking out of some last-ditch habit, and anyway, Obi-Wan at least gets very good dental. She shakes her head.] Sounds like a good life. Like a superhero without all of the... weird dick stuff. [How eloquent.]

[feathery]

[Davesprite looks at one of the lizards, who stares back.]

Nothing much. [He isn't a Light player, with a knack for making the odds br8 in his favor.] But they're not really...sprite-proof? [Or shadow-proof. Or possibly time proof, depending.] To be honest, my friend Jade is better with them than me.

[Because spacey powers, yo.]

[beardstrokes]

That's a matter of debate, I'm afraid. A lot of people aren't cut out for the Jedi life or have their own interpretation of how our lifestyle is or should be.

[ He gets it from strangers, the Senate, naysayers. He's long given up expecting people to understand what it means to be a Jedi. ]

[dancingmd]

[Daneel, she will give you all the kisses you could possibly want.]

Good communication is key. [Fortunately, directness is obviously not much of a problem for him, considering his proposal. Though...] If you ever feel things are going too fast or in a direction you don't like, it is never ever rude or wrong to tell me so. Your enjoyment and well-being is just as important as mine.

[goodjob]

[She remembers something about 'Sprite' being his last name. About writing something on the form, smudging it out, writing it again...]

[There's a lizard on her shoulder.] Tell your fucking buddies we'll get there when we get there. [The lizard narrows its eyes. Fiona either doesn't notice or is ignoring it.]

So you rig the machines with your wings? I'm gonna need more details than that. [Oh, c'mon, you're not his fucking mom, says a little voice in her head. It sounds suspiciously like Frank.] I'm writing an article on teenage gambling. Epidemic gripping our nation, all that.

[How's that for casual disinterest.]