it's a mingle, a paisley mingle

[timelapsed]

Who: Paisley crew and/or visitors and/or Chloe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: Anytime in March p much

[ Welcome to the Paisley, where the drama's made up and the points don't matter ]

Comments

[helladoomed]

[Chloe's been hanging around the ship enough that she knows James at least on sight, though he usually looks less...haggard...than he did when she came across him in the kitchen with his tea.]

...Don't you look grumpy.

[Not the best way to start a conversation, oops.]

[misterprongs]

[ -- ah, chloe. max's friend. and james surveys her over the cup of his mug before arching his eyebrows. ]

Do I look grumpy?

[ that's not something he hears very often ]

[helladoomed]

Yeaaaah, seriously.

[Chloe slips past him, over to the counter, and starts looking through the food absently. Hmm.]

Somebody pee in your cheerios or somethin'?

[misterprongs]

Hope not.

[ airily, watching her search around ]

... Did you transfer?

{ why're you going through their food child ]

[helladoomed]

Nooope. Been crashing in Max's room sometimes.

[And she didn't seem to be stopping. Rummage rummage.]

[misterprongs]

Sometimes.

[ right ]

... are you looking for anything in particular, or -- ?

[helladoomed]

Nah. Figured I'd make something, seeing what you've got.

[And now she's getting stuff out.]