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

[firstrebel]

[ Hera keeps an eye on him as he moves. ]

Your augment will have provided you the basics of how to operate the equipment, though I'd like to supervise you for a couple hours to make sure you've got a good handle on it.

[theboogieman]

[he does have kind of a constant stalking nature about him. must be part of the whole "skullface" persona. he doesn't get too close for comfort, but at least near enough to see the displays and let the layouts overlap with the new map of information unfolding off the top of his head.

...after several long seconds of silence, he tilts his head again.]

Which ship is this? [...was he not listening before? you bet he wasn't.]

[firstrebel]

[ Great. Who knows how much of that he was even paying attention to. Oh well, at least he's not belligerent. ]

The Golden. And I'm Hera - the Captain.

[theboogieman]

Wrong ship.

[he's had a hell of a space-week. she is being incredibly patient, all things considered.]

Used to the other controls... [pointing up at some panel over the window.] ...on the Red Fish. This one's got shuttles, right...?

[firstrebel]

[ Honestly, this isn't as bad as some of the crap Hera's had to deal with from her crew lately, so whatever. ]

Yes. I'm sorry if you don't like your posting.