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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[So here we are. Moonbay's in the kitchen, looking for something even resembling food.]

Both real, and I can take your reply as a resounding no. Thanks for chiming in.

You are completely welcome.

[She'll look up just long enough to give a snarky little grin, and notice the girl is in the kitchen. She knows that kitchen-prowling look.]

Some of the food I snuck off the Marsiva is in the fridge if you want it.

[And back to counting medicine.]

[Moonbay really does want some, but something stops her from going for it right away.]

Uh-huh. I'm not going to be owing you anything later, am I? Because right now, I'm completely broke.

We're all broke, girl.

But nah, don't worry about it. Brought it as a peace offering. Or a bribe.

Couldn't think of a better way to make friends.

Heh, if that's the case, who'm I to pass it up?

[And digging she goes. But still--]

Once we're on the station, we'll be fine. Money's good for the making.

Oh yay. Work.

[She is so unenthused.]

If you're completely uncreative, sure.

Mm, don't know enough about the station to really guess if...more creative venues...are possible yet.

Someone said there aren't any cops, which means some other kind of security system, for instance.

[That earns a laugh.]

Stealing's more of a last ditch effort. There's so much hassle in trying not to get caught.

[From her tone, you can tell she's been there more than once.]

Soooo...what's your plan then, huh?

Hey, sorry, it's nothing personal, but we just met. I dunno if I can even trust you yet, so it's gonna have to remain my secret for now.

I promise I'll share a little with the ship, though.

And here I am, offering you food. [Chloe gives a sad sigh, then grins.]

Nah, it's cool. Long as you share.

And you already said I didn't owe you anything. [Her own grin is flashed right back.]

Good try with the guilt trip.

That's just something you say, that doesn't mean it's true.

Thanks. Would'a been better if it worked but hey, can't win them all.

Keep going, you'll get someone with it. I'm just too familiar with the technique to fall for it myself.

[Chloe just looks amused.]

Know when to employ it too then, huh?

Hey now, I never said that.

[She sounds shocked, almost appalled.

Meaning yes, she really does.]

Uh huh. [She just smirks.]

I won't spill to anyone if you won't.

Spill what exactly? [Her smile totally tells what exactly.]

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