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

[enflammen]

A moving truck.

The instant Micah hears those words, he's overcome by a dizzying wave of nausea and a flash of memory: his own voice addressing a shivering Japanese woman with a blanket wrapped around her, sitting on the floor inside a trailer, empty except for her and the black motorcycle parked nearby, saying "You're going to have to stay in here for a while. And I don't want to hear a peep, got it?"; then he closes the metal doors and fastens them shut, carrying a small cardboard box in his other hand.

Micah exhales sharply through his teeth, blinking hard through the aftermath of the memory, rubbing his temple. "Damn."

[survivalistcookbook]

Eugene's lived through the end of the world - or the end of modern civilization, at least. He's learned the look people get in their eyes when they blink out and go Somewhere Else, and he instinctively goes still when Micah does just that, not familiar enough with him to know if reaching out is just the right thing or nothing more than a sure-fire way to get punched in the mouth before he snaps out of it.

But he does come out of it, pretty quickly, and Eugene exhales a breath a half-second after as he leans tentatively into his field of vision. "-damn. You okay there?"