{ so have a little mingle }

[falconing]

Who: Visitors aboard the S.S. Huntress.
Action: The Huntress.
When: It's a mingle!

[ create top levels, mingle, say hello to the recently awoken comatose pilot, etc ]

Comments

[collegedropout]

... [Oh, right.] Uh, do you need any help?

[I STILL FEEL BAD, DUDE, MAKING YOU HAVE LONG THREADS WITH ME

WHEN YOUR CLOTHES ARE STILL SOGGY ALL THESE WEEKS LATER]

[nerdeology]

I appreciate the offer, but it really is faster this way.

[All the chatting has distracted him somewhat, but he's already halfway through the pile with his floating washing machine.]

Just sweeping the salt is enough, and I've enjoyed the conversation. Don't let me keep you, though. Have you fully satisfied your ghostly curiosity?

[collegedropout]

[He shakes his waterlogged head with mild embarrassment, hands on his hips. But there's a contentment there.

Not a bad meeting.]

I think I have, yeah. If there's a real ghost around causing trouble, feel free to send me sarcastic messages.

[nerdeology]

I'll be sure to do that, though maybe next time you should try speaking up before you throw the salt.

[Granted, it's about as harmless an attack as one can get, unless he's meeting some kind of giant sentient slug. Still, it's an inconvenience when it makes this sort of mess.]

[collegedropout]

[He salutes like a lame-ass nerd.

He's hopeless.]

Sir, yes sir. I'll keep that in mind.