collegedropout: (oh okay)
Sam Winchester ([personal profile] collegedropout) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-01-09 03:53 am

voice.

Who: Sam Winchester and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A (unless you want it)
When: Now!

Hey guys. Sorry to prod, but - I noticed there were some... strange readings here in communications when I was scanning the area. Blips, signatures from something out there in that nebula just beyond us. Just wondering if anyone else had been noticing those; not sure what they are, but maybe they're just... I don't know. Ships making their way out here to visit the hotel? I can't really tell much other than they're reading on the radar. Keep me updated if you get anything on that. Just in case.

For everyone else who'd rather not be technologically savvy or deal with science or concerning blips - um.

I don't know, I like to pass the time while I'm working on random crap. But what to play out... Hmm.

'Never Have I Ever' is... Nah, that's just gonna earn me dirty replies.

How about 'Would you Rather'? Always a hit in a moving vehicle that still has another eight hours on the road.

Like...



Would you rather have a nest of spiders explode above your head, or fall in a hole full of snakes?

[SAM THESE ARE TERRIBLE EXAMPLES???]
child_of_bhaal: (half-elf)

[personal profile] child_of_bhaal 2017-01-13 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. Hmm...

Would you rather endure the creepy, vaguely cannibalistic flirtations of the king of the shark people, or infiltrate a cult where the initiation rite involves having your eyes removed?
child_of_bhaal: (braid)

[personal profile] child_of_bhaal 2017-01-15 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Good choice. The cult was far less creepy, and they had a literal pit full of gouged out eyes, and people who died from the process. I had to jump in it, and I'd still pick that over King Ixilthetocal.

[That guy gave her the heebie-jeebies.]
child_of_bhaal: icon made by Stick (well this sounds...really bad)

[personal profile] child_of_bhaal 2017-01-28 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[They could make a drinking game out of the weird shit in their lives.]

Well his priestess thought that I was the prophecied savior of his people, come to fix their low population problem. He agreed, as far as I could tell.

[Ugh.]