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

[merchantprince]

Don't worry, the pilot knows better.

[He hopes. He's not above kicking Joker's ass just because he's got prosthetics.]

If you need anything at all, knock on my door. I keep weird hours. It's a writer thing.

[moonbay]

Hmm. [She sounds still a little unconvinced, but she drops it.]

I bet weird hours are pretty subjective here, stuck in space and all.

[merchantprince]

There's a standard clock somewhere. Not that I... pay any attention to it.

[The dwarf shrugs. There are more important things... like his self imposed deadline on chapter three of A Fistful of Copper.]

So you're multitalented. Did you have a lot of spare time on your world or what?

[moonbay]

Huh, I gotta look into that.

[More of a mental note than anything else.]

Oh, ouch. Quite the opposite, thanks. [In a way. Sort of.] Like I said, I'm a transporter. Gotta have multiple skills to make it in that field.

[merchantprince]

Is a transporter different from a pilot?

[He rubs his stubbly chin.]

Also, what's your policy on transporting goods that may or may not be legal? Just wondering.

[moonbay]

When it's applied to where I'm from, yeah, it is.

[Moonbay chuckles, somehow appearing both innocent and smug at the same time.] I simply charge more for one type than the other after all other factors have been taken into account.

[merchantprince]

Interesting.

[He likes that. It's a good expression.] Of course you would. Anyone worth their salt charges more for contraband.

I just thought I'd ask, since, uh, that's the best way to make a sovereign around here. You find out what the trade laws are and then ignore them.

[He winks slyly.]

Let me know if you need help finding a job.

[moonbay]

I might shave a little off the top if I feel a favor might come in handy one day. You know how that goes, right?

[It's all said so casually, really, where's the harm in any of it?]

Let's see how I do on my own first, mkay? I wouldn't want to take advantage of any connections this early on.

[merchantprince]

Yep.

[No harm at all. It's been a while since he found a like-minded sort.]

Fine with me. I was just trying to be helpful, seeing as the other two girls are the type to get ripped off as soon as they step outside.

[moonbay]

[She heaves a sigh of sympathy, fully used to those types.]

I know what you mean, and it's appreciated. Don't worry, I can handle myself in situations like these. And hey, I'll chip in a little towards the ship as an act of camaraderie. Sound good?

[merchantprince]

Beware the cute ones. I know how it goes.

[He grins lightly.]

Sure. We're not in any danger of going bankrupt, but a little extra is always welcome. Frivolous spending is not what nest eggs are for.

[moonbay]

Aww, you really think I'm cute?

[She winks, grinning.]

Nah, that's what spending money is for. Gotta have some fun somewhere along the way.