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

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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]

I wonder how well that stuff keeps if we need it to.

[ It's way too quiet. He misses the familiar voices. His dad, Michonne. Abraham and Eugene bickering. Home really never seemed so far away. ]

Yeah. I haven't really met them, yet.

[ He has a feeling that the quiet of the ship won't last horribly long. Three captains can't agree on everything, right? ]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

I feel like the synthetic stuff will keep a while. Just because we're up in space now.

[Which, while still very impressive, she's still not okay with all of this as a whole.]

If you ever feel overwhelmed you can come see me. You know that, right? Just because we're separated doesn't mean we're alone.

[Just like that first night. They'd been cut off from their friends but didn't stop concern for one another. She'd tried to stay awake, hoping he would give in and let her have the first watch. In the end he'd won.]

[recipio]

It's cold enough that it shouldn't spoil by being out.

[ He wonders how long people have stuck around in this place.. How they even got to go home. When they would. ]

What's there to be overwhelmed about in space?

[ He brushes it off with a shrug. Besides everything and constantly worrying about everyone back home. All they have to do is keep going until either the others show up or they go home. ]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

You know what I mean. We should stick together as much as we can.

[Unconsciously, she twists her wedding ring, taking in the walls of her new room.]

This place feels like what we tried to make the prison. People just tryin' to get by, living peacefully.

[recipio]

Wonder how long we'll get to keep it.

[ Carl makes himself comfortable on the bed, sitting with his legs curled up. ]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

I don't know. It seems like people have been here a while. We may be here just as long. Or we won't. There's no way of knowing.

[She falls quiet for a moment.]

Just like with the prison. We had no idea things would turn out that way until they did. Everything got messed up, but at least we came out of it. Most of us came out of it.

[Even with their losses.]

I'm not saying we should - that we should just play nice. But if we have to make this work too, we should.

[recipio]

I heard some people have been here for more than a year, but others leave after a few weeks.

[ It's something troubling to think about, at the very least. What if they are stuck here? They'll have to blend in, even for a little while. ]

..Yeah, most of us.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

We could be one or the other. There's no way to know. But this isn't the same as the prison. No one's trying to take it away from us.

[Just... force them to be here against their will, but tomato tamato?]

[recipio]

I guess the silver lining is that we're the first ones to be in space after the walkers started, huh?

[ Hey, it could be worse. The walkers could have come with them. ]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Oh, yeah. Kinda left all my excitement back home though, but that's somethin' I guess. If we even remembered it when we go back we'd have a story to tell.

[Very true. The only draw back here is that humans could be just as dangerous.]

[recipio]

Yeah.

[ He picks idly at the bedspread underneath him. It doesn't look brand new, which is comforting in its own right. Nothing is new to them, anymore, save for situations and people. ]

I don't think we'll remember. [ If what Max and Kitty said was true and they did see him another place like this, then they wouldn't remember. Carl certainly couldn't remember it, but they knew him. They'd cross that bridge when they got to it, he guessed. ]