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[cpt_ressentiment]

Who: The Crew of the SS Starstruck + Any Visitors!
Broadcast: Nah prob not
Action: On board the SS Starstruck, or on the spacestation if you like!
When: NOW! and until the next mingle.

[ Y'all know what this is? This is a mingle. So get in here and mingle it out, everyone. o7

We have plenty of new people, but we don't have plenty of room anymore! Never really figured out a more permanent solution to all that yet, did we...? How's everyone coping, hmm?

Welcome newcomers! And welcome visitors! To the oldbie crew - stay awesome. ♥ ]

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[theroadwarrior]

[He considers that for a moment. Understood. He'll remember, even if things get foggy. She has the scars, too; there are levels of experience that make differences to Max. He glances toward her in curiosity, but then the sliver of normal human interaction he has left reminds him it's not exactly normal to look toward a woman's figure, so he's just as quick to glance away with a soft sound through his nose and a slight pull to the corner of his lip, neither up or down, a sort of apologetic wince that goes unspoken.

He had tried not to look at Angharad's body for different reasons entirely. Well, one being he was in a fog of delusional panic; the other being that, once his head cleared and his bones settled in the rig, he didn't want to think of a baby. He didn't want to imagine.

Joke was on him. The baby went under the wheels. He faced it all over again.

A silent, stilted moment passes where Max stares bleakly at the wall.

It's too easy, for him to get lost in his own head.]