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]

S'fine. I didn't...

[mean for it to be funny, but. alright.

He looks mildly pleased, anyway, as if the accidental giggle fit has calmed him.]

It's good to laugh, sometimes.

[Says the man who never laughs.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She grins at that, giving him a bit of a judging look as she teases him.]

You should try it sometime.

[theroadwarrior]

[abuh]

... I don't...

It's not my -- way... of things.

[look at this useless sour potato]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She grins slyly at him.]

Perhaps you are just out of practice.

[theroadwarrior]

[You have never been more correct, Wanda.

He shakes his head.]

Never felt like it.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

Well, should an opportunity ever present itself in the future, I hope you will permit yourself a small chuckle.

At the very least.

[theroadwarrior]

[A roll of the eyes.]

If anyone is actually funny.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[A look of fake indignation crosses her face and creeps into her tone of voice.]

Are you saying that I am not funny?

[theroadwarrior]

[oh lord is that a serious question

he looks so pensive]

... Have you been trying to be?

1/2

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She tries valiantly to keep a straight, stern face.]

2/2

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[But she can't hold it. She soon relapses to the giggle fit from earlier, which turns to even harder laughter. It even elicits a quick snort or two from her. After which she covers her mouth, trying to gather herself.]

[After a few more seconds of diminishing laughter, she sighs, content.]

See? You are funnier than you think...

два.

[She adds her little nickname for him, giving him a little wink, too.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Another long, scrutinizing look.

Then he shakes his head, turning back to the pieces of tools scattered around him — going back to work it seems. But a shadow of a smile passes his face despite a shrug aimed her way. Max may be a steel wall in the face of pretty much any topic, but he's not so far gone that he can't have a brief look of pleasantness. On occasion. Every other full moon.]

Accidentally, if anything.

[He seems settled by the nickname, at any rate.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[For a moment, Wanda considers calling out the little smile, but thinks better of it. Instead, a rather content looking smile crosses her own face, and she stands up, indicating that she feels her work here is done.]

If you get hungry while you are working, give me a call on your communicator.