SS Pathstone Mingle

[heresyandlace]

Who: Crew and visitors of the SS Passive Aggressive Pathstone
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Aboard the ship
When: All February!

[with how good everyone on this ship is at settling differences, getting along, acting rationally, and sharing their things, this month will go by without any ripples.

the audience will be so bored. there isn't ever any drama on this ship. at all. it's great.]

Comments

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo isn't sure he likes the sensation- it's reassuringly natural while at the same time terrifying to be touching what ought to definitely be a hellion by now, and somehow is not. And he's not digging the look he gets.

He shakes just long enough to be polite and tries not to let the contact linger more than that. Yep, definitely unsettling.]

Because of Cole, I assume. You know what I am?

[heresyandlace]

[he's just as eager to break the contact, really--tucking his hands into his pockets to make the reclaimed distance between them seem casual.]

I have no idea, honestly. But I would love it if you told me.

[he really would. it's the not-knowing that sets him on a potentially-dangerous edge.]

[nerdeology]

[Please do not make him regret this.]

I'm a seraph. Sound familiar at all?

[heresyandlace]

Not at all, actually.

[even the bits he's learned about Earth religion and mythology hasn't really introduced him to the term. so, at least there's no recognition there, even over the word.]

[nerdeology]

[Worth a try, anyway.]

Some compare us to spirits. I admit there are some similarities, so it's an accurate enough term.

[heresyandlace]

--Which is, admittedly, a concept that I am still becoming acquainted with. Where I'm from, souls tend go where they're supposed to, and stay there.

[it's maybe a little bit of a dig, yeah.]

[nerdeology]

[u wanna go]

I'm not a ghost, I'm not dead. It isn't the same thing at all.

[heresyandlace]

Oh? Then, please--explain it to me.

[he folds his arms lightly and his body posture settles. he would love to know the details, friend. he's listening.]

[nerdeology]

How am I supposed to explain it? Do you expect humans to explain what they are to you?

[Normally he'd be fine with explaining, but something about that previous cheek rubbed him the wrong way.]