may-time mingling (starstruck!)

[mucked]

Who: Starstruck crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck!
When: The merry merry month of May

[ there's been a tiny regime change and doubtless some debriefing after that masquerade! have at it, starstruckers. mingle away! ]

Comments

[theroadwarrior]

That's smart.

[He holds the necklace in his hand, turning it over between his fingers.]

It's good to not hold sentiments. Never know when you'll lose them, need to let them go.

Especially in this place.

[fuga]

[ Lauralae holds the music box closer to her, her fingers brushing over it. It's nothing sentimental, but it is something different for her - something she had wanted rather than something she had needed, and she knows the tune will soothe her when she is at her darkest moments. ]

This place is devoid of sentiment. There is nothing to be gained here. Even the walls can see it.

[ Shiny and metal, nothing upon them but your own reflection. ]

We must not grow attached to that which we will lose.

[theroadwarrior]

[He nods.]

Will only ruin you, if you do.

[Only if Max was honest with himself, he would know he's already grown attached to those that he will undoubtedly lose. Not objects. People. But for now... he has to lie to himself, to keep going.]

Would rather be on open land.

[He's not a fan of the space ships.]

[fuga]

Ruin is something many expect but do not accept when it comes.

[ Her eyes dart over him, dark and a little dangerous, before she turns her head away and drops down to look at the music box. It's such a simple, innocent thing but she adores it so much that she finds it hard to consider putting it into words.

Looking over at Max once more she nods. ]

As would I. It is too contained here, too small. It is deadly.

[ She is a wolf; she needs to be free. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He hums.

Turns the necklace in his calloused hands.]

Too many people.

[fuga]

Too many, and no space to venture freely.

[ She considers, absently, before she continues. ]

We shall drown in company and not be content with it.

[theroadwarrior]

[Hnn. He shrugs.]

S'why I go to the moon.