Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[thespaceopera]

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

Comments

[firstrebel]

[ Unfortunately, Hera isn't good with unknown guests sharing her bunk. At the feeling of someone else in the bunk with her, an unknown quantity, she's awake fully in an instant, her arms and legs kicking out automatically to try and expel the stranger - an automatic response, her fight-or-flight defaulting to fight. ]

[pneumo]

[ One of those flailing limbs definitely catches him across the jaw and knocks him backwards off the bed, leaving his legs flopped over the edge of it as he groans in misery. ]

Ow, ow ow ow....

[ At least her fight response wasn't needed for very long? ]

[firstrebel]

[ Hera almost reaches for a blaster that isn't there, but stops herself in favor of simply glaring at the stranger. ]

Who are you, and what are you doing in my bunk?

[pneumo]

[ That's lucky for him, whew. He's never been shot by a blaster before and wouldn't like to start now. But he will look back up at her from where he's lying on the floor, rubbing his jaw. ]

Sascha... I was trying to sleep.

[firstrebel]

[ Hera pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a few deep breaths, trying to bring herself down from her initial panic. ]

There are enough bunks here that you don't need to share. And if you are going to share, you need to ask the other person, first.

[pneumo]

....So, if I ask if I can come back up on the bed and go back to sleep, will you let me? [ Priority #1 here. ] The suns almost up and I'm exhausted.

[firstrebel]

No. I don't even know who you are. And there is no sun, we're out in the middle of space.

[ Hera glares at the newcomer. What the heck sort of culture is he from, anyway? ]

[pneumo]

I thought any star big enough was a sun.

[ The needy, lonely, constantly-crawls-into-other-people's-beds kind. He doesn't even seem to mind the glare. ]

[firstrebel]

That's... not how it works.

[ She just woke up, she's not about to explain the basics of astronomy to this kid. ]

My point is, if you're tired, there are at least two free bunks right now. Please find your own.

[pneumo]

[ A good choice, because he doesn't know a whole lot beyond the most basic of basics. It would be a long, long explanation. ]

We can't share...?

[firstrebel]

No. I prefer my privacy, thank you. [ Hera is really not big on sharing her bunk with a stranger. ]

[pneumo]

But your door wasn't locked... [ So clearly that was an invitation to come in and share her bed. Clearly. ]

[firstrebel]

An unlocked door isn't an open invitation.

[ Learn boundaries, kid. Boundaries are important. ]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha has never heard of this word. ]

But if you wanted to be left alone... [ Actually, there's something he's been wondering more than that. ] You're really green. Or well, yellowish green. Did you know that?

[firstrebel]

[ Oh, for the love of - ]

Yes, I have seen myself in a mirror before.

[pneumo]

[ She's his first alien C: ]

And your hair...things. [ Has she seen those as well. ]

[firstrebel]

[ Hera rolls her eyes. She feels a fleetwide PSA coming on. ]

I'm a Twi'lek. And these - [ She points at her head-tails. ] are head tails.

[pneumo]

....

Are you an alien??

[ He's only just now coming to this conclusion. ]

[firstrebel]

As far as I'm concerned, you're the alien.

[ Her eyebrow quirks faintly at him. ]

[pneumo]

That's so cool...! I mean, not me being the alien. But you're the first one I've met in-person! [ And whom he had no qualms about climbing into bed to huddle up next to, apparently. ]

[firstrebel]

Yeah, well, maybe next time instead of wandering into an occupied bunk, you'll ask first?

[pneumo]

...Ask if they're an alien??

[firstrebel]

Ask if they want company.

[pneumo]

[ Sascha mulls this over for a minute in thought, finally pulls himself up off the floor so that he's kneeling on the floor, arms braced on the bed. Then he looks up at her. ]

Do you want company?♥

[firstrebel]

[ Hera sighs, and gets up. ]

No. I should be up, anyway. I have work to do.