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

[fuga]

[ She prefers to keep her silence, and there's something obvious about that, in the way she handles herself. Her head tilts as she gazes, ignoring the way that he seems casual and relaxed, even if he wants to appear non-threatening - she's not stupid enough to think that appearances can always show just who someone is. ]

I see. [ She frowns, watching. It's obvious that Lauralae doesn't want to be here and she keeps close to the wall, prepared to change and shift to flee away and find her own place, to hide in the cover of darkness as a wolf if she has to. That, too, would be noticed, she's sure, but...

Finally, she finds her voice again, dark eyes trained on his features. ] I have asked them.

[lord_wizard]

[Few people who didn't know him from home would suspect him of being dangerous, thin and foppish as he appears, but experience dictates that in the fleet the assumptions can veer any which way. Likewise, he isn't ready to assume one way or another about her.

It's clear she's introduced herself to the network, which is a small weight off his shoulders as explaining the fleet goes. That left introductions, as unfavorably as their meeting had gone thus far.]

Good. Then all that is left is to welcome you to the Starstruck, such as it is, if anyone has not done so thus far. My name is Felix. [A slight bow, still causally watchful of the cloaked woman, but perfectly polite.]

[fuga]

[ Lauralae does no more than sit and watch, her gaze dark and certain before she bows her head and gives herself a moment. Her senses are still alert and prepared, her jaw tightening before she forces herself to look up again, sure and certain, not allowing herself to see any weaknesses.

She is not going to waste her time here, at least, and she's glad for that. Tilting her head up, she nods, once, sharp and almost deadly in the way she handles herself. ]

It has not been done. [ She frowns, still, bowing her head. ] I am Lauralae.

[lord_wizard]

[At least she makes the effort at formality, even if distrust is written all over her. He wouldn't ask that of anyone new to the fleet. Wouldn't, in fact, ask that of anyone at all.]

Welcome, Lauralae. I hope you don't find your time here too onerous.