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

[ofthursday]

Do you have more siblings, or is that all of them here with you?

[Castiel has a ridiculous number of siblings, but most humans don't have more than a few, so he's curious.]

[theroadwarrior]

[And the sad thing is, he can't tell if that's true or just a child's lie.

He raises his eyebrows.]

The dead can't touch the living. Or their plants.

[survivalistcookbook]

No, no. I've got some tucked away in the back for anyone from the fleet who wants to grab dinner.

[He explains as they walk, to a seating area he's set up close by the kitchens. Just a few small tables. Very exclusive.]

I figure us television personalities have got to stick together, right? Anyway- [He leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper to avoid the nearby diners overhearing.] It's pretty stupid to price-gouge someone on fancy appetizers when you're going to be trapped out in deep space with them.

[huaaaaagh]

I'm managing okay. I'd be doing better if they'd let me play a little.

[He'd done so well on the desert moon, he was hoping to clean out a table or two.]

I hacked a couple of ATMs to get myself started, but I'd really like to pay the funds back before someone notices.

[dancingmd]

[She smiles.] Tricorder. And yes, you should eat! I hadn't realized you'd been sitting down here all day or I would have brought you something.

[mucked]

Sounds like something of an abomination. [ dry notes. she clearly isn't all that rattled by its existence, but it is odd. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[she smiles even as she reaches up, fingers lightly tugging on your clothes]

I think you are. [or perhaps not enough.

At least a third of that smile can be attributed to the fact that she's finally wearing something pretty that's also not a jumpsuit]

[incousinswithyou]

Perhaps it's more difficult to handle this many people.

[if we're going to look for associations, that's certainly something's that changed. Is that too optimistic though?]

[actsmagnificent]

They got overconfident.

[ Or they can't actually control who arrives and when. But that doesn't add up. ]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Haruka moves closer so Michiru can help remove her clothing if her partner so desires. This gives her a nicer close-up of the front of this dress, as well. ] Any suggestions?

[flickerflash]

I suppose you've never met a vampire, then.

[Or a zombie. Geez, Max, what a boring world you must live in.]

I'm real enough to fix your plant.

[stefanged]

Kind of is. Unfortunately? Most of the books in my department are like that.

[He frowns, glancing down at the time.]

I uh - I should let you get back to your work.

[mikangirl]

Hacked an A-T-M? [The way she draws it out, she's never heard it before.]

What does that mean?

[collegedropout]

Nami—

[What the hell... He sees a flicker of something else. Something around Nami, like a veil, a split moment of a familiar inhuman figure towering behind her. He's seen that guy before.

And just like that, the image is gone, and Sam has little time to question it.

Shit. He lunges, quick as he can, for Nami — because he can already see where this is going, and like hell is he going to witness his friend get her head bitten off by some alien steroid freak. He already knows why she's frozen; he gets it. But it's not happening. Her hair billows slightly behind them as he shoves her (rather ungracefully, he's so sorry). When the teeth slice down and take out a large mouthful of her hair, the guy isn't too thrilled.

Sam just so happens to be a great target, staggering to stand after nearly toppling to the floor himself. Big guy kicks out with one of his feet and catches Sam hard in the ribs, and Sam goes flying right into the side of the bar with a sharp gasp of pain.

He looks to the side to make sure Nami's recovering and still in the fight, but he doesn't have much time to reaction before the guy's foot is pinning him hard where he's sprawled as he spits hair; probably not too happy about all of that in his mouth, one would guess.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[The letter. Of course... gods now he has forgotten that as well?]

That bloody Lannister woman... [He hisses the words, obviously quite angry. He has never been able to picture his father standing there. Did the people of King's Landing cheer when his head came off? A traitor, his father...such a honorable man, a traitor.]

I will kill the lot of them. [Robb hadn't even intended to say that. He wanted his words to be soft and soothing, empty nothings that would calm his sister's mind.] Father is no traitor and Cersei is not your queen. [It angers him all over again and it takes a lot of willpower to stay calm in front of his sister. He closes his eyes and lets a soft sigh escape his mouth.]

Lannister promises are empty. Never believe what they tell you, they're all lies.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It is not a safe place. Definitely not with the war. If you do not get killed in battle, you will get robbed and they will cut your throat instead.

[Westeros is a shitty place.]

My thanks. I will return in an hour. [The smile around his lips is a warm one before he turns and walks off.]

[steeledskin]

[ stiffly, and as though his violent words hadn't had the least affect upon her: ] It's all lies. King's Landing seethes on a foundation of lies. Everyone's a liar.

[ and all of them are better than me. baelish's censure stings, still, and is like fire along her spine. she's gotten better, but she's not yet good enough. ] But Cersei isn't queen any longer. Not truly. Margaery is.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[She has the truth of that. If it a choice between starving or surviving he'd eat dirt as well.]

It would not surprise me if they would. They go far to get their bloody entertainment. [Oh, he definitely sounds a little bitter there.

Well, Allen and him did not jump at each other when they had their discussion but there had been a lot of tension and they barely managed to go their separate ways in a civil way.]

Feel free to ask about it. It is not my place to do so.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

I can take care of myself, my lady. I will see you at a later time.

[He waves briefly before he walks away.]

[huaaaaagh]

Have you seen those machines around the station that people can use to take out credits? On my world they're called ATMs- automated teller machine. Like going to a bank, but with computers. If you can get around the system, you can get access to all the money it carries.

[onlyburnhotter]

[Yang snorts and then giggles at little. She likes this guy, he seems pretty funny. And plus, premo service on the cheap? Yeah, that warrants some points in her book.]

Television personalities, huh? Yeah, I guess that's about right. All right then chef, what's on the menu for this "fine dining experience" of your's?

[survivalistcookbook]

[He even pulls out her chair, like a gentleman, voice falling into an affected drawl that can't be anything but teasing.]

For the lady-? Smoked whitefish pate with herbed flatbread and microgreens in a light vinaigrette. That's served with a white vegetable chowder and, for dessert, a mixed berry crumble.

[princessia]

[ She nods, squeaking out a little delighted laugh. She loves the dress even more now that she has had a chance to try it. ]

I'll go ahead and change back!

[ Since she's not going to merely step out the store wearing it. She turns on her heel, briskly heading back into the dressing room with an energetic skip in her steps. ]

[princessia]

Oh, I see... [ That sounds normal. Like what a group of friends would do. ] Maybe they have healing powers too. That's the kind of spell Pixie Circle is.

[princessia]

O-oh! [ She blushes a bit. ] I thought you conjured this too...

[ And she'd probably make more frequent visits to the Bishop or bug Belthazar to come over. Still, conjuring is useful. She wishes she were capable of doing something similar with her spirit artes, then she'd make tons of pastries for herself.

She lifts up a piece of meat with her fork. Give her a moment to chew and swallow. When she's finished, she nods eagerly. ]

You're great at conjuring food and making meals the normal way!