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

[therewerefifty]

[True enough. Unlike certain redheads, Makie only knows that Sam is gentle and kind and would probably be more than a little disconcerted if she knew any more about him than that. Also, that he makes a cute kid. She makes a small, amused sound at the thought, given the embarrassing stories line from Dean.

But sadly for him, Makie's just too polite to go around embarrassing people she respects.]

I'm afraid I don't know any. I imagine that in the time we've known each other, I have been far more embarrassing than your brother.

[She kind of shares that whole self-deprecation thing in common with him, though. But that's at least a product of her upbringing. Outcast women should be seen and not heard, all that jazz.]

[familyremains]

[ You're too nice for your own good, Makie. And Dean doesn't really want to embarrass somebody he just met, so he doesn't ask. ]

Eh, it's just a matter of time. Hang around him enough, you'll get some good ones.

[ He glances over his shoulder briefly, thinking about the space station, before he turns back to ask. ]

You eat meat, right? You're not one of those vegetarians, are you? Food restrictions? Allergies to shellfish?

[ Like it or not, he's bringing you back dinner. He was planning to before, but for a friend of Sam's? Now it's just a given. ]