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MINGLE FOR SS PATHSTONED

Who: Anyone on the Pathstone. Living there, visiting, being held hostage...
Broadcast: No
Action: Pathstone
When: Now until the next one!

[Welcome to the SS Pathstone. They're either stoned, insane, or pretending they live somewhere else!]

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[shipwide text]

so hey does anyone know why we get the augments they give us, like if there's logic to it? just curious i guess

in related news, heads up that we're probably fucked if we ever actually need lab support lol thanks atroma

[what an important message. (it wasn't important at all, she's just bored.)]

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[later on, she's restless enough that she's wandering the halls of the ship, and she calls out to the first person she sees.]

Hey, you. Question.

[ Audio from... her room most likely. She doesn't like typing. ]

...I have healing spells. Do you need help with lab support?

[ Because she was actually considering stepping up. ]

[audio broadcast]

Um... hello, everyone! We have a lot of new people on the Pathstone. I'm sorry if I didn't get a chance to say hello to some of you yet. My name is Elize Lutus and my augment is personnel support.

[ She still doesn't know what personnel even means. The voice is coming from the youngest member of the Pathstone. A faint sound of paper rustling can be heard in the broadcast. Is she reading off of a paper? Yes, she's definitely reading off of a paper that she wrote on. It's uncharacteristic of her to be saying so many words at once and some of the more bigger words are stammered out. Some of that rustling might even be coming from the sound of her hands trembling as she reads from it. ]

We have a new sick bay, just in case you get hurt or if you feel ill. If you'd rather not use the new lab facilities, I am also capable of healing spells. [ Her friendly, shy voice suddenly takes on an impudent tone. Just for Tek. This part isn't written on the paper: ] Why yes, I'll even help you, Tek. [ Then back to reading off the written words. ]

We should not be too dependent upon Atroma to provide for us at all times. I have emergency supplies gathered from the station, with Cassandra's help before she left...

[ There's a bit of shakiness in her voice as she brings up Cassandra's departure. But it's brief. Though the broadcast is in audio, she's putting on a smile and trying to sound as confident as she can. The rustling stops. She has to be strong. ]

If anyone needs anything or if you'd just like some company, feel free to visit my office at any time. I'll do my best!

[ And the broadcast ends. ]

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[ As she mentioned, the twelve-year-old will be in her personnel room. She's sitting on the floor in her long night gown, along with her stuffed animal besides her. There's a wide array of different items from the station spread out on the floor before her and she's quietly sorting through them. It's the emergency supplies she had mentioned earlier. ]

i'm hoping it won't be necessary like ever, but if it ever is and you want to, sure

We've been attacked before. And of course, I want to help!

[ Probably the most hopeful and determined person on this crew... ]

wait seriously

shit when

We had to stop at a station for repairs. It was many months ago.

[ But that doesn't mean they shouldn't be careful. There was also a time when they would catch the same ships on the radar, but then they would disappear. It's been awhile for Elize... ]

And some of the planets don't have very friendly creatures.

[When Cole isn't wondering the Station and other ships, he's usually on the bridge, in the pilot's chair, spinning in slow circles or chatting away happily to no one who is there. Or sometimes in his bunk room. He's started actually using the room in some degree.

Not for sleeping, that would be silly. But he paints and draws and practices being him.

Best not to ask about that one.]

[sorry buddy Robin is here to ask about that one. he sometimes visits the ship to spend time with Tek (potentially to make sure Tek isn't sinking into a depression or plotting to murder everyone or something), but he hasn't really said anything to Cole since that time in the Calibrations--which he refers to as "that time we all pretend never actually happened".

anyway, he likes poking around other rooms now and again just to be nosy, and comes across Cole doing his painting and/or drawing in his bunk room.]

Oh... [he hangs in the doorway, hands on the top of the frame.] Hey, Cole. What'cha up to?

[Cole's room is painted now. Erratically, with black paint and lots of use of negative space. It's disturbing and emotional in a surreal way that Cole's calibration room was haunted with.

There's something like a wolf with three pairs of eyes, watching from a corner, resentful and defiant. A brilliant figure made of negative space wields a sword and shield, dominating one wall.

Across the wall is painted a phrase. All new, faded for her.

Cole looks up from drawing something on a page that has a terrible weight, dragging something ever downwards.]

Drawing. It's the Anchor. I wanted to draw Mikleo and Sorey, but I don't have enough sunshine and mercury.

[All Crowley wanted to do was go lounge in his comms chair and sleep for a while. That's all he ever wants. He turns at the call, giving Natalie a level look.]

It better be a good one.

What is there to do here? I'm bored as shit all the time.

[clearly an important question.]

[The most important question. Crowley seems to take a moment to decide if this is "good" enough to be worth answering, before sighing and leaning on the wall. ]

That depends on what you consider fun.

I'm open to suggestions.

You drink? I have a bar. I'd say you look too young, but I know someone who's in his twenties who;s terminally sixteen so.

It's legal in Europe.

[natalie no]

how many people were hurt

[He looks her up and down once, before shrugging. ]

Eh, that works as well as anything.

Also if you want something to entertain yourself longer, I'm always hiring.

I would make a really shitty bartender. Where's your bar?

Edited 2016-03-14 01:31 (UTC)

You never know.

It's on the Iskaulit, the big ship we tow along with us? Bar's called Málum. It's the classy one.

Does that mean it's really expensive? Because I got here when the accounts were already frozen.

Luckily for you, I'm terminally generous and will let you keep an open tab to pay back at your leisure.

That is horrible business practice in a place where people routinely disappear, but I'm not going to complain.

[at this point... he can't even be surprised by how creepy the room is shaping up to be. besides, he's been known to over-dramatically scribble on the walls in his own blood every once in a while, who is he to judge?

so he continues leaning in the doorway, accepting all of this as normal for people like them.]

I might have some on the Bloodsport. A guy just left-- [which is a thought still attached to deep sorrow (even though he's trying to bury it).] --and he left a bunch of paints behind. You want any?

Eh, I can live with it. It's not like we're not all given money from the same people anyway. It just keeps spinning around.

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