∞ 007

[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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bathroom »

[mucked]

Sorry, but -- [ she gets her nails into this notch. a place to anchor herself within the conversation. ] Did you say 'car'?

[ she remembers what he'd told her about driving. she wants to bring him back 'round to that topic. ]

bathroom »

[theroadwarrior]

[omg he's such a sourpuss now

He taps his foot.]

Used to cars, not ships. I misspoke.

[He hums, but of course Max somehow makes it sound like an utterly exasperated, flightly sort of hum. His ears are slightly red. He'd rather not think about how some pissant warboy blew his V8 into pieces trying to mow him down. The indignation. The stones to do that. It was his car, and it took him a lot to get it moving again, and then he ruined her.]

bathroom »

[mucked]

So am I, of course, but -- [ a pause. peggy tilts her head. ] No matter. We all slip up from time to time.

bathroom »

[theroadwarrior]

[Exactly. It's just a slip-up. Good. Glad we settled it.

He rubs the back of his neck.]

Mm, exactly.

[....................... He misses his car. :(]

Should... eat. Um. Probably won't be back for a week or two.

[Ehem.]

Lot of work.

bathroom »

[mucked]

Go -- yes, certainly. [ a tight almost-smile. ] I never meant to keep you. Sorry.

bathroom »

[theroadwarrior]

[He waves a hand dismissively. This is awkward. He feels the awkwardness. It's a usual pattern for him, to have a groove in the conversations, then suddenly all sense and tact and social etiquette evaporates. He's reminded that interaction is very tiring, you know. Being a person? A real, communicative person? It takes up energy. He has to be resourceful.]

S'fine. Brush your teeth.

[lmao and then he just wanders quickly away

the usual, no goodbyes, no final 'see you later's.

Though the tips of his ears are still a bit red, anyway.]