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]

Mm. It's mostly good, um. For them not to remember.

[He flips Rock's ears inside out, thoughtful. Clearly he's an adult.

After a moment observing the sleepy canine, he shrugs.]

It makes things easier.

[mucked]

[ barely a week ago, she and jim had gone for a drink -- to grieve, in their own way, for steve rogers. and now she sits here, acutely aware that even jim (now) is gone. but at that table in some dive bar back on the station, she'd told him about the grunting monosyllabic pilot and his pet dog. and jim had told her, in turn, that dogs soften a fella.

so she watches him now, with her heard only slightly turned in his direction. is he softened? and is it the dog that's done it? ]

Are you saying from the position of one who remembers? Or one who has been remembered?

[theroadwarrior]

The one who remembers.

... I'm okay with remembering.

[Hn. He runs a hand over his mouth and beard. The pinky finger, like always, is an un-moving curled oddity there.]

It's okay if they don't. Makes it... easier. To step back, step away.

[mucked]

Don't you think they might want to know? About things through which they might have lived. Experiences they might have had. If they are truly the same person, it might well be their right to know what's transpired.

No matter how bitter a pill it might be.

[theroadwarrior]

[He shrugs.]

M'not noble. M'not someone who cares about telling them what happened. I don't wanna know if they knew me, and I don't want them to know I knew them.

Lucky them.

[mucked]

[ clearly, she's got very little patience for a position such as his. but peggy swallows her protest, and lets him have his sulky way. ]

As you like, -- [ and here would be the perfect place to say a name. but she doesn't. instead, she offers a very brisk and very formal pat on his shoulder before she rises to her feet. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He turns and opens his mouth to reply -- stops. Ahm.

He clears his throat.]

Mmhm. See... you around.