Hark! A Mingle!

[theboogieman]

Who: The Golden Crew!
Broadcast: Probably not.
Action: Yes that.
When: Sometime while everyone's still on the toxic moon?

[hey, crew! how's life aboard the good ol' Golden? why does the corner of the ceiling dip down like that? has it always been that way? oh, whatever. what's everyone on this fine crew up to?]

Comments

[castrationfist]

This was not at all what I meant when I said I wished to serve mortals...

[firstrebel]

[ Hera shrugs. ]

You have plenty of free time here, regardless. If that's what you want to do with it, I suppose nobody's stopping you.

[castrationfist]

Well, we'll see! For now, I should see what this version of the modern era is like.

[firstrebel]

[ What a weird way of putting it. But Hera is quickly cottoning on that this is a weird sort of girl. So she just shrugs again. ]

If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask.

[castrationfist]

I'll keep that in mind, miss... Hera, wasn't it?

[There's a small smile when she says the name, like there's a private joke there.

You're not wrong to think she's weird.]

[firstrebel]

Hera, yes. Again, it was nice to meet you.

[ She gives her a vague smile and turns back to her piloting. ]