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

[interstices]

You? Whatever.

[This kid looks, and acts, about as qualified as most sheets of sandpaper. Then again, Asuka supposes that their kidnappers couldn't be too picky. If this was being broadcast, it might even make sense to put people in positions that didn't suit them.]

[She aims one more kick, one that doesn't connect as well as she'd hoped. Lack of depth perception's a bitch, no matter how long she's spent trying to compensate for it. The punching bag's almost done for as it is, though, and she stops entirely.]

Are you going to tell me anything useful, or are you just going to stand there?

[droprate]

Not like I volunteered.

[ A very friendly eyeroll. ]

What do you want to know, anyway, who's going to fix that?

[interstices]

Telling me who you are would be a start.

[droprate]

Chara.

[ And they are positive that is not enough information for Asuka.

Not that they're offering more than that. ]

[interstices]

No surname? [Whatever. They haven't gotten any closer, so Asuka doesn't offer her hand for a handshake. Maybe this is all she'll get out of this person, and maybe she's starting not to care.]

Asuka Shikinami Langley.

[droprate]

[ Don't worry, they don't want a handshake either. ]

We're all part of the Red Fish family here.

[ It'd probably sound like a cult thing if they didn't sound so damn sarcastic about it.

Because, y'know. It's not actually true. Don't worry, Asuka, you don't need to make your name even longer. ]

[interstices]

[Right. That's the ship's name, isn't it? Asuka's got no qualms about trading their sarcasm for another biting remark or two.]

Do I have to stay here, or can I change assignments?

[droprate]

[ Going already? ]

You can leave. But you might not get a bed anywhere else.

Just a warning.

[interstices]

That's fine with me. I don't really get tired.

[droprate]

What, you mean ever?

[ that sounds fake but okay ]

[interstices]

You don't believe me.

[droprate]

You just told me you don't need to sleep.

[interstices]

Who would be stupid enough to lie about something like that? [Her tone's derisive, and she finishes off her statement with a slightly agitated shrug.]

[droprate]

Someone who wants to impress their new crewmates?

[ Yeah, sounds legit. Even they don't think that's the case. ]