driftfleet | open mingle post;

Who: Everyone on the waystation!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: open to everyone to tag into
When: October 11, 2014

[It sure is a lovely ~~day~~ actually pretty much indeterminate time period out here in the vast darkness of space, isn't it? I bet everyone's enjoying themselves, getting a chance to get off their dinky little ship and stretch their legs. Even on this shitty, empty little waystation.

Where are you, droot flooters? What are you up to? Stay out of trouble, now.]

[ooc: hi everyone! I thought I'd give this a try and see how the game liked it. What we have here is a mass mingle post. Rather than everyone making a bunch of different posts about landing on the station, everyone is invited to post a parent comment with their character out and about, doing something. Everyone else is invited to look at who's posted, tag them, post their own parent comments, thread jack, tag around and generally have a grand old time! It should hopefully be a nice low-pressure way to do some action tagging with each other.

Please tag in if you feel so inclined! Don't be shy to tag around!]

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A: GOLDIE-LOCKS

[ the first thing she needs to do is deal with this hair. now that she's no longer stuck on that satellite, cress has access to as many sharp objects as she wants! and as such, there's nothing holding her back now from dealing with her hair.

currently, you may find her wandering barefoot all over the waystation, seven long years' worth of thick blond hair (wild and messy and admittedly a little dirty like the rest of her) all bundled up in her arms (or maybe even dragging far behind her, if her arms get tired).

she'll be poking her head into every little nook and cranny to try and find a barbershop, because if she's going to do this, she wants to at least do it right...

but frankly after twenty minutes of wandering around, she's ready to settle for any olf pair of scissors and a steady hand. ]

B: PLAY DRESS UP

[ eventually, cress finds herself gravitating towards the clothes shop. she can't help it, given the last few things she's been able to wear were old dresses given to her by sybil, all of which are currently burnt to a crisp someone on earth's surface. all except for the one she's currently wearing, that is, which is clearly several sizes too small for her and pretty dirty/singed as well.

she lingers by the dress shops though, eyes brightening longingly over the pretty skirts and material. she has that little bit of money given to her by their elusive host... but she should really spend that on food, shouldn't she? especially if she's on a ship all by herself.

she sighs, lingering still. looking can't hurt, right? ]

Edited 2014-10-13 05:39 (UTC)

[Robin is hanging around too! the girl herself isn't all that interesting until he notices... that... the bundle in her arms isn't fabric, that's the rest of her hair.]

Wow. [yes, he's... not sorry for staring.] That must make one heck of a braid.

[She bought other things and firmly didn't think of any of the clothes and food and other girly things which some people would call frivolities, that she would like to get. But as it is she winds up by the clothes store too, looking in and glancing at the other girl.

Ah, well, why not. Rin gestures towards the window with a smile.]

Are you going to try things on?

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