Open | mingle | i give thanks that our ship is swank

[throwsdown]

Who: SS Golden crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Golden
When: The month of November!


The mingle for the Golden! Feel free to make your starters for the month and tag around.

Comments

[recipio]

It shouldn't. We used to have this old tv that would go fuzzy every once in a while. Dad would just thump it in the side and it would work again.

[ If it's broken, he can probably fix it if he messes with it long enough. This augment thing is still really weird to get used to. ]

Just don't hit it very hard?

[noprophecies]

That is a strange way to make it work . . .

[but she says it in a considering tone, turning back to the machine. After staring it down for a few more moments she gives it a solid "thunk" with her palm - and it begins to dispense what she wanted]

—technology is so strange.

[recipio]

Doesn't make sense, but it works most of the time.

[ Carl stays near the counter, and it looks as though the machine is going to continue working. ]

Are you part of the crew?

[noprophecies]

To be very honest, a lot of this - [she gestures] - will never make much sense to me.

[she glances over again and nods at his question]

Mmm, I am. [she tilts her head] Are you new?

[recipio]

I know what you mean..

[ Most of this is out of place for him, too. Being in space, the weird food dispensers.. All the people just living their lives. ]

Oh-- I'm just visiting. I am, though. Uh. New. [ Fucking nailed it. ]

[noprophecies]

I am finding more and more people who think like that.

[it's not a bad thing. It's nice to have something to commiserate over with other people.

With her dispensed vegetable . . . whatever, she steps over to the table]

New and already visiting? My. [she smiles at him, though, small and a bit wry] What ship have you ended up on, if I may ask?

[recipio]

One of my friends was assigned here. I came to check on her.

[ Not that Maggie needs checking on, but it's good to have her close. This way, he at least knows she's safe and they're ready if shit goes sideways. No more getting separated. ]

Red Fish.

[noprophecies]

Ah, I see. That is nice of you. I'm afraid I do not know anyone from your ship, though.

[when she was shuffled she went and sought out her friends, too. Mostly because the idea of being on a ship any longer made her skin crawl.

She tilts her head towards the cabinets]

My name is Tempest. Would you like some tea?

[recipio]

[ It is taking some getting used to being cooped up on a ship. Carl misses the smell of fresh air and the muggy Georgia breeze. ]

Carl Grimes. If you're making some, I will.

[noprophecies]

Well met, Carl. [she heads over to the cabinet and pulls out real tea, none of that dispenser crap on this ship. The stove, at least, has bowed to her whims enough times that she has little issue getting that started]

It is nothing special, but it is certainly better than that rubbish they think passes as tea that comes from the machine.

[recipio]

[ He slides into one of the empty chairs at the table and watches as she actually makes tea. That's definitely been a long time coming, and it reminds him of when his mom used to make hot cocoa before bed. All of this still feels surreal after two years of just getting by. ]

I guess I didn't figure there was much of a difference.

[noprophecies]

It is a difference one notices if one drinks a lot of tea.

[she gets the water boiling and pulls out two cups, setting them nearby. And then she just hops up to sit on the counter to wait]