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

[reek]

[ Theon stops in his tracks and glances over his shoulder to glare. Truth be told, he might have purposefully been looking for an argument. Anything to take his mind off of all his other troubles. ]

I don't take orders from a ten year old girl and a stick

[ Actually, Theon... ]

[delincuente]

[She makes a mock-offended face, and twirls the stick between her fingers.]

Oh, hey, too bad the girl's your captain, and this stick can turn you into about twelve thousand different things you didn't know existed. So watch it, shaggy.

[reek]

[ Theon rolls his eyes, wishing that she'd just shut up. He is a captain in his own right, whether he left his vessel with his uncle or not. He's tired of being ordered around, and he especially doesn't need to take orders from a girl who looks no older than Arya Stark.

To ease his frustration, he quirks a cocky smile. ]

Is that a threat? Am I meant to feel threatened by someone who has yet to see their thirteenth nameday? You might try harder next time. A fist can do more damage than any stick.

[delincuente]

Ooh, you want me to punch you? Down, boy.

[It's been a long time since she had someone to antagonize. It's almost refreshing.]

Get back to me when you learn what a shower is.

[reek]

You're welcome to try. Maybe it will teach you something.

[ Theon isn't ordinarily this harsh to women, but Alex is on his last nerve--and he just got here. ]

Like not to threaten the heir to the Iron Islands when the only clout you hold is over one measly ship.

[ If Westeros could give a collective facepalm right now, they probably would. ]

[delincuente]

I'm so intimidated. Now take it to someone who cares.

[She so doesn't give a shit about politics or status, wtf dude?]

[reek]

[ But...but he's basically a prince? Alex, please. Work with him here. He's pitiful. ]

Just like a woman. Can't hold up in conflict and can't captain a ship.

[ He can almost see Asha's expression. She would spit in his face for that and tell him that he is the one who can't hold up in conflict or captain a ship.

But Asha isn't here so he can be as stupid as he wants. ]

[delincuente]

[Ooooh, she is not having any of that shit. Not at all.]

Wrong move, dickwad.

[One high heeled shoe will suddenly be coming his way, looking to make contact in a quite unfortunate region. And once she's made her mark, Alex will be stomping past him and out of the bridge - with one final comment over her shoulder.]

Oh, and by the way, I'm twenty. And if you talk like that to anyone else on this ship, you're going right out the airlock. You can address any complaints to Captain Russo.