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

[mortalcoil]

[he nods... and then hesitates when he can't easily complete the exchange of names. it's always a little awkward on a normal day, but running into it while sitting with this kid is somehow worse than usual.

he doubts that she knows sign-language, but he holds up a hand to spell out his name anyway-- C-O-I-L.

at least most of the handshapes look like the letters they're meant to represent, in this case. if she even catches on to what he's trying to do, anyway.]

[amarant]

Your name?

[ She frowns, like she's concentrating. ]

Can you do it again?

[mortalcoil]

[well... repeating himself is still better than him having to write it out. and he won't mind so much if he's making someone use their brain.

so, after only a small hesitation, he runs through the letters again--slowly and clearly.]

[amarant]

[ Watches, carefully. ]

I think I have it now. Coil?

[mortalcoil]

[wow... most people give up, or don't even try.

he doesn't smile, but there is a lightening of expression around his eyes, and he nods. he's maybe a little impressed!

maybe not absolutely everyone in this fleet is a complete idiot.]