thespaceopera: (transmission)
Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-02-01 10:59 pm

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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[personal profile] nulliverse 2016-02-11 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Wasting my time, I expect.

[She answers without even turning to see who's spoken, picking up the little screwdriver she just slammed down and starting to screw the backplate into place again. Much more of this and she'll just damage it beyond repair.

As she does that, she finally does turn, taking the newcomer in curiously. Small details like the markings on his cheeks aren't enough to faze her anymore, but she certainly does make a mental note of them before she continues.]


These were what we used to communicate, where I was last. Since I'm apparently a whiz at communications now, I thought I could rewire it to draw on the ship's power source... stupid, and even more stupid that I didn't just print the photos on it before I left. What made me think that any place would have the same sort of power source?

[Eudio ran on cuddles, for god's sake. She'd really thought she was preparing well for her departure, but she was an idiot in so many ways.]