driftfleet | Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[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.]

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Finding someone who isn't here is the real trick.

[It's muttered, more for herself than him.

And after a moment or two, it really doesn't matter, because her expression shutters at the mention of what Jabba had made her wear at his palace. They put that in their chronicles?]

Every teenage boy could learn to keep their fantasies to themselves. [The last thing she wants to think about is this slob fantasizing about her. Ugh.] What I meant is, do we actually know each other, or did you just happen to catch some holo I don't know about? Because if it's the former, I'd think you'd know better than to talk to me this way, and if it's the latter, you've got about thirty seconds to figure it out before I turn this feed off.

[ Dean could name a whole list of people who aren't here. But if she's talking more Star Wars impersonators... Well, that's just awesome. The Huntress. He'll have to check it out, to start.

The "actually know each other" line gets him thinking, though. Which is dangerous, with Dean. But let's face it, he's seen weirder than this before. ]

Wait, hang on a second. You're not... I mean. Be straight with me for a second here. Five minutes behind the scenes, and I'll match whatever you're getting paid for it, alright? Just...

You're an actress, right? Some chick from LA who looks like Carrie Fisher, doing this in her spare time? I mean, you don't... You're not actually from a universe where... Where the Force and Jedi mind tricks and Darth Vader and all that crap are real... Right?

[She's off on a bit of a tear now. Sorry, Dean.]

I don't know what kinds of chronicles they've given you, or what they told you about the war. But I've spent years trying to make my galaxy a place people can live without fear. You're talking about my life, and my home, and none of that is crap.

And the sooner you get that through your thick head, the better.

[ Really going off on him, maybe, but it sure does shut Dean up. ]

Yes, ma'am. ...'m sorry.

[ Jesus christ, she really is Princess Leia.

Dean just asking freaking Leia Organa, rebel leader and all-around badass, if she was a porn actress.

Man, he's really got to figure out how this alternate timeline crap works and get a handle on it, because he sure as hell could use a do-over right now. Where's a freaking angel with wings when you need one. ]

And don't call me ma'am.

[At least he apologized. After some serious prodding, but it was an apology.]

What's your name, anyway?

Yes, uh...

[ Oh god, is he blushing? He's not, can't be. Jesus, he needs to pull it together, stop holding his breath, stop grinning like a guilty little kid meeting a celebrity, because this is... SO MUCH COOLER than that. Is this a dream. Did a djinn do this. What the fuck is going on. ]

Princess.

[ Christ, there was like ten seconds before he said it. Thank god he smells good. What he'd give to be wearing that leather jacket right now... He was a damn fool to stop wearing it SHE'S PRINCESS FUCKING LEIA and he's wearing canvas like a sap. ]

[ Dean clears his throat and finally schools his expression. ]

Dean Winchester.

[ He raises his chin, looks cool. This is his cool expression, at last. Nailed it. ...Freaking twenty minutes in. ]

You know, I'm an actor in another dimension. Got a TV show. They wrote a whole book series about me and my brother. People love it.

[ This is important, relevant information, Leia. Are you impressed yet?

...Damn it, why the hell didn't they abduct the Imapla along with him? This is just missed chances all over. ]

Try 'Leia.'

[Han calls her princess, and at this point, Han's allowed. From anyone else, especially someone who's already implied he's fantasized about her in that damn bikini, it's a little harder to swallow.]

I'm one of the communications officers on the Windrose. I'm guessing you're not. This ship isn't that big, so if we're going to share it? I'm going to need you to show a little more restraint than you have right now.

[Which is to say, please stop trying to pick me up. It's kind of embarrassing.]

Leia, right.

[ Look, Dean is cool. He's calm, he's cool, he's talking to PRINCESS FREAKING LEIA. But no, he's cool. Restraint, right, he can do that. Or he can, uh, pretend to do that. No problem. He nods hugely. ]

Yeah, absolutely, I hear you. See, we just got started on the wrong foot. I thought you... [ He laughs, a breathless kind of chuckle. ] I thought you were an actress, you know, for entertainment.

But you're one badass chick. [ He says it completely seriously. ] The real hero of the films. Er.. holos. I got nothing but respect for you. And I don't know what a "communications officer" does on one of these flying death traps, but whatever it is, I bet you do it great.

...I noticed.

[Entertainment. She's got an idea of what kind, loud and clear, and her mental image isn't too far from Jabba's Palace, when it comes down to it. ~~You really shouldn't have brought up the bikini, bro.~~

He's right that they got off on the wrong foot, admittedly, and it occurs to her that he might be planning to be a gentleman from here--but she'll believe that when she sees it.]

Thanks. I think. I'm going to turn off this feed in about twenty seconds. Next time we see each other, let's pretend all you said was your name and that you like holofilms, all right?

[...Look, she's trying. Kind of.]

[ Your effort is more than he deserves, Princess. ~~Definitely shouldn't've mentioned the bikini, but you gotta admit, she was smoking in it.~~ Dean scrunches up his lips and nods enthusiastically. ]

...Okay. You got it. Whatever you say goes, Pr- [ He catches himself and grins, something between sheepish and fanboyish. He chuckles a breath, too, before correcting. ] Leia.

[ Seriously, he's not helping his case here at all. You'll live to regret that offer, Leia, probably. ]

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