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!]

Comments

[flameandpassion]

Neuroticism is right.

[ dryly, and rei settles back with a slight frown. ]

And he hasn't really talked much about his world to me. [ though sam has told rei about it, and if castiel doesn't know, then he can just keep right on being ignorant, as far as she's concerned. ] Most of what I've gotten from him is what I've observed, which is that he has a history of poor life choices and no one around to force him to make correct life choices.

[ guess who her new project is, cas. guess. ]

He doesn't want me to call him Castiel, so now I have to unlearn what I call you to avoid confusion.

[ she never calls her version castiel unless he's in trouble ok ]

[flameandpassion]

[ catching uchiha sasuke off guard is her favorite hobby excuse her ]

Works for me.

[ with a casual shrug, and she glances down into the alley, to ensure the police have vanished ]

We'll master the art of the high-five further down the road.

[flameandpassion]

They're outer senshi, so they're not... their role is different than mine, in my world. They keep a distance, and only act when needed. So I don't think they weren't really used to seeing me so...

[ thrilled. to see them. rei nearly burst into tears at the sight of haruka. ]

Haruka and Michiru have been with us longer than most, though, so they were happy to see me. But I don't think they wanted to find me here. They want me home.

[ they're like big sisters who don't want their baby sister who has a temper problem in space. which is totally fair. ]

[experiencepoints]

If they wouldn't like being called obtuse, they should make their proverbs more straightforward.

[flameandpassion]

Aah, you and me both.

[ lucifer, aizen, madara. all headaches. all not worth her time. ]

[flameandpassion]

[ ... well. ]

I imagine that's a problem, for someone like you.

[ with a slight frown ]

I have creates in my world, called youma -- they're almost like that, but youma are usually created by someone who can control darkness. They're mutated souls.

[flameandpassion]

[ -- oh, right, and rei blinks before looking up at haruka. ]

What were you trying to do, anyway?

[flameandpassion]

[ some things about rei have changed. she's matured, and grown older, and she's far more battle-weary than she had been at home. she's a proper soldier now, grown and realizing her duty.

but some things haven't changed.

including being petty in victory.

like the slight grin and the casual wink toward the alien while the dealer isn't looking as she places her chips on another number before her expression melts into another concerned glance toward michiru. ]

Someone doesn't know how to lose.

[nerdeology]

It is a problem, yes... they're our natural enemies. I'd been warned about them my entire life, growing up.

[When you're meant to live basically forever, it's pretty easy to remember what can kill you.]

I have heard of youma, though I've never met one before. I was told they eat humans.

[lord_wizard]

[He's not sure if that's a suggestion or a question, but at least Max is trying.]

Personal preference, much like your dislike of shaving?

[A light tease that isn't an answer, so he makes another attempt at a real one. He crosses his arms and joins Max in the contemplation of the houseplant.]

I don't know. Too might time to think about things, maybe.

[Which isn't to say he doesn't think about things all the time, but the more his mouth moves the more likely it is that his mind decides to take trips down the lanes containing all of his regrets. And also:]

I find it...lonely.

[And he hates THAT, most of all]

[dancingmd]

[She laughs.]

Perhaps that is best, yes.

[merchantprince]

Not really. If I was twenty years younger then things might've gotten awkward. You're probably used to the flirting at this point, though.

[He tucks his hands in his pockets.]

Shall we find another digital pocket to pick, or do you want to do something with that change of yours? I don't recommend loitering at the scene of a crime.

C) The dynamic duo of shuttling

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda lets out a pained, exasperated sigh. These damn geese. Of all the courier jobs that she and Clay have carried out so far, this one had by far been the most odd, the most frustrating, and the most painful. She had a few bites and scratches herself, but, between the two of them, she was looking a spot better than Clay was.]

[Still, She'd about had enough of these damn geese. She extends her arms out in front of herself, as her eyes start to glow with a radiant, scarlet hue. Her hands become wrapped in ethereal, luminescent energy of the same color.]

[Immediately, the geese all stop in their tracks, looking as if frozen in time. Then then begin to levitate, floating closer together into a cluster.]

Get the container for them.

[lord_wizard]

[Nel probably has reason to be uncertain, and Felix doesn't look that much more sure about this than Nel is, because there are subjects waiting to be brought up here that are potentially flattering to neither party.]

Whatever you would like. [That's really what's important here. He needs to know if Nel has had the chance to consider his own desires]

I'm happy to wait. I just thought we could attempt some kind of evening out which we both could remember later. [It's kind of a date, but it's kind of not, and secondary to his other reasons for being here, but still not a lie.]

[eyeforaneye]

... you were taken from her?

Do you know where she is in your world?

[thezerothlaw]

[He returns shortly with a tall glass of water for her.]

I have three more hours to my shift.

[Because for some reason no one wants to let him work indefinitely. Peculiar.]

[ragazzina]

[Oh, how generous. She doesn't resist in the slightest, letting him guide her to a quieter section of the surrounding area.]

Mm, if I tried to talk about the whole planet we'd be here all day! And I haven't seen a whole lot of it, either — really, all I've seen is the city where I live, that must seem really strange! But Venezia is a city where we have as many canals as we do roads, so people can get around by gondola! I think that's one of the things that make us special, most cities aren't like that at all. Um, let's see...well, my father was a glass merchant! He had a storefront and that's where we lived, too, when I was growing up. My parents, my three sisters, and me.

[princessia]

Hoppo's just Hoppo. And he's a boy.

[ "Hoppo's just Hoppo" doesn't explain much. Actually, he's genderless, but Elize tends to call it a boy like Teepo is. She doesn't sound taken aback at all, however. She's smiling. ]

I could probably make him float. I haven't tried yet. He doesn't float all the time, eat, or talk like Teepo does though.

[ Though somehow it manages to hold plenty of inventory, mysteriously. Not even Elize understands why. ]

[scrubscrub]

[She plucks at her dress, looking aside.]

Mm. I was -- taken from my father. We were fishing on his boat. He told me... to not cry, because slavers were very terrible, and he wanted me to live. I didn't cry, not a drop, sir. That's how I stayed alive. My father saved me...! Many times, he saved me.

[He never told her to smile, but Koala picks up survival techniques well enough.]

It's just my mom, now. There are very good pirates taking me back to her! Mr. Aladdin, he's a pirate with them; he was a slave before, too. And when I return home, I will complete my journey! I know the name of my island. I forced myself to remember, even though I was forbidden to say its name.

[princessia]

[ Was the second song supposed to be playing? ]

But I am working.

[ She thought she already knew. Actually, the second song that MOMO asked for Elize to sing, managed to rope her in more chips from more people passing by. ]

[sylphystia]

[Of course not. Dezel is still making up his mind about Allen. As long as he doesn't lay on the pity too thick, Dezel can stand him. Being invisible really doesn't bother Dezel, and it never has. It just rolls right off his back like water.]

Yeah. Sorey is one in a million. That's why he's the Shepherd. [He adjusts his hat.]

[dancingmd]

It is possible, yes.

[But... she holds out a cautionary hand, wary of Riona's excitement.]

However, there are conditions even modern medicine cannot cure, though I will do my best to help in whatever way I can. At least, I'm presuming there is something specific you want to ask me about?

[alwayscomeback]

You're supposed to treat it as one sword. Or like...extensions to both your arms? Zuko explained it to me once, but I'm really not great with it. I'm better with just the one.

Wow, a greatsword huh? That must have been pretty heavy.

[How do people even SWING those things? ] I hope so, too. We should probably stock up on them. Just in case.

You know...that's actually doable. [His little engineering brain is working double time. ] Yeah. It'd take some parts and a little work, but it's totally doable.

C!

[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene's been doing his share of crowd control, here at the beginning of the night, getting all of the well-paying guests seated and started on their finger-foody first courses and drinks. He's already getting to the point where he's struggling to find table space, which makes the solitary figure wandering in a promising sight. Even if the does look not quite sure of where she is.

But he has his best foot forward tonight - even if he;s not entirely sure himself whether that's the one in a fashionably scuffed boot or the one that's not much more than a curve of metal attached to the similarly silver-gray metal leg he's actually exposing tonight, leather pants rolled to the knee on the left. The whole conceit of the restauraunt is spacefaring and a certain amount of strangeness. Given that, the artificial leg practically fits in.]

Hello and welcome to Épée, our little culinary venture here on the good ship Vanquish. [He offers his hand to shake, smiling. Time to clean up nice and clean out the affluent foodies of the FS Starlight.] I'm Eugene Woods, ship's cook and host for the evening.

wrap?

[dancingmd]

[Pesky labor laws. Sheesh.]

Perhaps we could meet after that, then? Nothing... intense, we could just take a walk in the park.

[Hopefully that's a good neutral choice. They don't have to do anything, not even talk, she just wants to spend time with him.]