Mingle-ingle

[namisan]

Who: Crew of the SS Bloodsport and guests
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: December in general

[We're still missing a doctor, but it's not like we're gonna need one any time soon.  Right?  Don't jinx me now.]

Comments

[imfine1111one]

Okay you're at least the second person that's been somewhere else before. It's mildly terrifying to think we could just be scooped up and plopped into another universe just like that.

[namisan]

Try not so much the second as the fiftieth, probably. [She smiles wryly.] There are a lot of weird places out there. It lends credence to the idea that there's just one organisation transferring us around, though.

Don't get me wrong, though. There's plenty of people for whom this is a first time. I'm not sure if I envy them or think I'm better off.

[imfine1111one]

[He practically goes pale at that]

N-no way. . .I don't have time to go on a multi dimensional cruise! I'm all for getting older and wiser and jaded as time goes on, but I'd like to do that in the comfort of my own apartment! You must be really homesick.

[namisan]

[Very homesick. But she puts up a hand.] Don't panic! I haven't heard of a single person who's gone from here to another of these places-- mostly people just seem to go home. So I don't think it'll happen to you.

[imfine1111one]

You severely underestimate my bad luck.

Ugh. But you're right, no use of panicking. At the moment, I'm stuck in space, and it is what it is.

[namisan]

Exactly. So maybe you should sleep and get enough rest like a normal person.

[imfine1111one]

. . .

[A confused stare, WAS THIS ALL A PLAN OF CAREFUL LOGIC. Logic that he can't even argue with even. He lets out a huff, hopping off the treadmill.]

. . .fine. Fine! The defense rests. I'll call in and have a extra long sleep tomorrow morning.

[namisan]

[More like convenient happenstance that wandered back to her original point, but DETAILS.]

Good plan. Go.

...maybe take a shower first. [Because treadmill.]