mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[aberrant_type]

[Such a little bird. She moves back a bit to her mess now, moving things about a little, cleaning up. It's going to be a while before there isn't some chaos in the Red Fish...]

Mm-hm! And one of our bright young fleetmates made me grow lights, so they won't suffer without the sun. Ideally, I'd like to get every ship producing something - medicinal stuff, maybe a little food... c'mon in.

[catamite]

Oh, like sun lamps?

[genuinely interested now, he wanders in after her.]

Like the kind that give you vitamins when you sit in them?

[aberrant_type]

Sun lamps, that's right! [She stands up, wipes her hands on her coveralls...] I suppose they might do for vitamins too... you should ask Hiro about that. Tea, kiddo?

[catamite]

A hero? [oh, but she's also asking about another thing.] I'm fine.

[automatically answered to that he can spit out the thought he'd had before it's gone.]

And yeah, me and this girl were talking about it. We don't get any sunlight in the ships, and you need it for vitamins and stuff, so we were talking about how it would be great if there were sun lamps in the ships.

We had them sometimes where I used to work, and they were great.

[aberrant_type]

They didn't get you out much, hm? [... She can sorta imagine they didn't. Poor creature. She gestures to him, beckoning him on as she makes her way to the ship kitchen. She'll make herself a drink, and then see if he feels different.]

Well, we don't get proper sun on these ships, so they'll probably be beneficial for most denizens here. I think it'll be good for folks to have growing plants around, too. We're not meant to be boxed up in metal like this.

[catamite]

Well, we were working at night mostly, so...

[and he follows along like a dog, wandering thoughtlessly after her.]

It would be cool to have sunlamps on every ship. [for vitamins, and good moods, and... oh! he smiles, suddenly.] ...We could, like, go tanning and stuff.

[aberrant_type]

Tanning? [Never heard of it. She arrives at the kitchen and starts brewing... coffee, actually, in spite of her offer of tea.] It's my intention to spread them as far as possible, anyhow. Everyone can enjoy the benefits of these things.

[catamite]

Yeah... tanning. You know.

[because that totally clarifies things. he leans on whatever serves as a counter in there, watching her make coffee.]

So we won't stay looking all pale and gross. I hope each ship does get one...

[aberrant_type]

... Well, no, I don't know. It's to make you not... pale? What does that matter?

[Hange herself has a noticeable farmer's tan... although, to be fair, it's a little hard to tell right now.]

[catamite]

You've never gone tanning?

[he's probably noticed the farmer's tan before, if he hasn't now. one of those little visual details that he can't help but have stuck in his head. it makes sense, in light of that, he supposes... because boy those tan lines couldn't have been intentional.]

You know, like... when you want to not look all pasty when you show more skin.

[aberrant_type]

Ah... so it's a cosmetic thing.

[She's amused. Hange harbors no particular judgement for people who care about those sorts of things, but she doesn't have much interest in it herself.]

No, I've never gone. I can't say I've heard of people at home going, either. [Doop doop... and in a moment there's a burble and a stream of coffee starts to pour down from above. Hange waits for it, tapping her fingers.]

[catamite]

Yeah, I guess. But it makes you feel good, too.

I wanted to go while we're here, but... taking off your shirt and stuff here is against the rules, or whatever.

[look at that, a cute baby eyeroll.]

[aberrant_type]

[Heheh. A grin steals across her face before she quells it.]

I suppose it might be dangerous to range too far out of town. [Since he'd basically be a lost kitten]