enter if you dare (i'm kidding we're 80% approachable)

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Crew and visitors for the Starstruck!
Broadcast: None!
Action: The SS Starstruck
When: March! And, y'know, until the next mingle too.


[EVERYONE GET IN HERE AND MINGLE AND STUFF OKAY.]

Comments

[theroadwarrior]

[Ororo. Alright. Sounds normal. Better than Toast, for example. We don't judge in the Australian wastelands, though. Bless Toast's heart. At any rate, he hums an affirmative, as if to let her know he's stored that one away. It takes him a moment to realize that it's courtesy to give a name in return, and he considers it...]

Can call me whatever you'd like. Got a lot of names from the crew.

[Clearly well-adjusted, this one.

Behind them, the old dog with the cast tries to move, and Max waves a hand grumpily at it.]

Aaaah, ah — Stay there.

[And that gets the dog to lay back down with a loud, unhappy huff.]

F'you need a pilot, I can pilot the shuttles.

[storminside]

[She frowns in confusion. She's... really not used to giving people names, even nicknames, so what is she supposed to call him in the meantime?

- but that line of thought's derailed as he mentions piloting. She'd wanted to ask around if someone could help her learn to pilot it herself; she's handled the Blackbird and other aircraft enough times that she hopes it wouldn't be too difficult. Maybe she'd ask him once she'd gotten to know him better.]

... Thank you, I'll keep that in mind. I have some friends in the other ships that I'd like to visit, and I've yet to visit the station. I think I may try exploring it eventually... For what little good it will do me, at least.

[A sigh.]

I was told that we supposedly have our own accounts, but they have been frozen for some time?

[She came at a really inconvenient time, it seems.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He nods.]

Can use teleporters to get between ships, too.

[Ah. He's quiet for a moment, retrieving his backpack from the foot of the shuttle, moving toward the grumpy old Rock of a pooch; like dog like master. As he kneels down a bit to inspect the dog's carefully wrapped leg, he hums underbreath.]

That's right. Frozen. Best to get physical credits.

[A pause.]

Dunno when they'll unfreeze, so.

[storminside]

That's what I keep hearing. I suppose I'll have to find some way to remedy that; I hear people take odd jobs down at the station... [ She hasn't been, yet. So she really will end up down there some time, somehow.

But in the meantime, she finds herself following after him, looking towards the dog with sympathy. She clicks her tongue upon closer sight of his leg. ]

And what happened to this poor fellow?

[theroadwarrior]

[Max glances over at him.]

Ran him over.

[.......... Max, please, a little more than that.]

Mm. With a shuttle craft... Brought him back here to heal.

[storminside]

Poor darling. [She can't hide her wince as she crouches down to his level. She reaches out to the dog tentatively. That's okay right?]

... So he is new to the ship as well, then?

[theroadwarrior]

[When he looks at the dog again, a thoughtful look passes his face.

New to the ship. That's a way to put it. He gives a small nod.]

... Guess so...

[It's strange to think about. That he brought something new into this place.]

Belongs to the ship now.

[He just hit the dog. It's not his. He doesn't want to own a dog.

... (gdit).]

[storminside]

Does he have a name? [If the dog isn't averse to it, Ororo's going to take advantage of it being injured to give him some very gentle pettings.] ... Or would I have to call him whatever I feel like as well?

[That would be totally inconvenient.]

[theroadwarrior]

[....]

Someone named him. Mm. 'Rock'.

Stays near, doesn't wander. Sturdy. [.... A pause.] Lazy.