∞ 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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[nostraightlines]

It's Earth, yeah. And the plague started in 2016. I was a little kid.

[mucked]

[ silent -- as though she's running the math in her head. 2016 is a year beyond anyone else she knows from her own world: those from the far-flung future that she's met within the fleet. that alone gives her pause.

she points to herself. ] 1946. It seems I can count on a few decades of job security, at least. [ dry dry dry. ]

[nostraightlines]

'46? Enjoy the world while it lasts.

[ He's not being snarky or bitter -- he means it. Enjoy the world as it is, full people and technology and just... life. Life still developing, not stagnating into the fight to just survive. ]

Hopefully you'll be retired by then, though.

[mucked]

-- What manner of virus was it?

[nostraightlines]

What do you mean? It was called the Kalavirus, I guess it's kind of like a flu, but with internal bleeding? It's still around, it keeps mutating. At this point it's killed off about 98% of the human population. Somehow I'm still immune.

[mucked]

Immune.

[ she sucks on a back tooth. thoughtful. ] You're immune. And so was another 2% of the population?

[nostraightlines]

Right now. We're pretty sure, anyway, communications are broken down all over the world, we can't exactly take a census.

[mucked]

[ nothing? no radio? bleak, indeed. peggy's attention drops respectfully to her tea. ]

-- Sounds awful. And a lot like something about which you'd likely not want to be interrogated.

[nostraightlines]

I don't mind... It's been a long time since I talked about home, maybe it'll do me good to remember how terrible it is. I might hate this place less.

[ He raises his tea in a little mock toast, grinning. ]

[mucked]

By the sounds of it, I reckon you have every right to see the fleet's more...silver linings.

[nostraightlines]

Are there more? I'll take all the silver linings we can find.

[mucked]

It's hard to fault the people. Most of them. The majority aim to be kind and welcoming.

[nostraightlines]

You certainly do. I hope the rest of the crew is so nice.

[mucked]

Now I truly do fear for your world, sir. Not many go so far as to call me nice. [ a quirk of her lips. it's a joke, albeit a poor one. ]

[nostraightlines]

Hey, nobody's made me tea in decades. And sitting and holding a conversation takes more than manners. Seriously, it makes a difference having someone actually talk to you. Especially when you're new.

[mucked]

Well, you're welcome. [ she raises her half-drunk mug. like a clumsy toast. ] I suppose fleet life has softened some of us. [ herself included. ]