Itsa mingle!

[amicably_absent]

Who: SS Golden crew and any visitors
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: SS Golden
When: When you'd like!


[It's a mingle! So mingle!]

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Celeste the celestial

[nulliverse]

Kitchen

[Oh, has she ever been trying to avoid this. But there have been a few meals of necessity already, even with them still at the space station, and now she's decided that perhaps she needs to branch out a little. Get creative. Mixing any of these... questionable foodstuffs sounded like a "recipe", if you will, for disaster, but eating them plain hasn't done much for her palette.

At a complete loss, she finally checks the recommended recipes, and the first makes her snicker aloud.]

"Asian" Chicken. Why do I doubt that very highly. [But she's still dispensing the necessary ingredients, her expression dubious and slightly disgusted.]

Bunks

[It's a bad day. Celeste can't pinpoint why, what's suddenly left her feeling so terrible when she seemed to be on an upward trajectory since her traumatic arrival on the fleet, but somehow getting out of bed just seems like too great a feat to manage. She's in her jumper, as uncomfortable as it is to sleep in, because she'd be fine in cotton undies and a tank top but hasn't gotten a read on everyone else's comfort levels yet (and her fashion money was not being wasted on pyjamas) - while the ship slowly reaches its usual levels of activity and bustle, she just lies there, not sleeping but staring either at the bunk above her or straight out from her own if she's rolled onto her side.

This must be depression, she thinks. It's like every part of her, her body and energy level and mind and emotions, are wading through quicksand. She recognises it from earlier points in her life, although she didn't have a name for it then, and she hates it.]

Bridge: With shipwide voice broadcast because I do what I want

[Celeste has her allotted work, and she certainly does it, but she's not exactly what one could call constantly busy. Especially not with two other communications officers on board. More often than not, she can be found fiddling with that smartphone-looking device (or a total mystery to those not familiar with modern Earth technology) and vacillating between frustrated and wearily hopeless until she finally slams it down and sets up a voice broadcast to her shipmates.]

Hello, my darling crewmates - this is Celeste Blackwell, one of your esteemed Communications Officers. While I've been trying to get to know everyone here, I haven't quite got all our positions straight yet, so I wanted to ask: who's the engineer on our home away from home? I've got a little technical issue quite secondary to the running of the ship, and I simply hoped to have a quick discussion about whether or not they could be of assistance. Obviously if you, whoever you are, are in the middle of a repair that could mean the difference between life and a very brief future as space junk, there's no need to do so now. But if you happen to be free, I'm on the bridge. Thank you!

[A very proper and formal announcement, albeit sprinkled with hints of warmth, which don't come through at all in her terse, agitated tone. Obviously she's on the hunt for Glitch, but anyone can answer to give her the info she needs, poke her a bit about what she's doing, or whatever takes their fancy.]

[amicably_absent]

The Station
[It's the only place you can find Glitch. He left the Golden quite a while ago and hasn't been back. He gets the feeling there's somewhere he's meant to be, but it just slips away and within a few days, he's completely forgotten he's the engineer on a ship.

He's going to need someone to return him back where he belongs. Or at least stop him scavenging for food, though he seems to be getting on fairly well with a few of the traders. He's repaired a couple of box doohickeys and he's getting fed out of it.

Someone, please, take him home to the Golden.]