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]

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]