open mingle post;

[payback]

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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[limitstorm]

[ he gives a little laugh. ]

I'm not a bloodhound, if that's what you thought I meant.

[ he pauses, voice growing a little softer. ]

It's like... a moral compass, with scent. If someone smells good, they're a good person. But... it's not as black and white as it sounds. I wasn't worried when he said he wanted to be captain--because of what you just said.

I can tell he's not a bad person.

[payback]

Well, when you say smell, that's what it sounds like! [She smiles again, and then looks intent as she thinks about that.] What a useful thing to be able to do. So you can tell if someone's a bad person though? What does Michael smell like? [The look she gives him now might even have the element of soft challenge to it.] What do I smell like?

[limitstorm]

I can definitely tell if someone's a bad person.

[ he says it gravely, and with a bit of hollowness; he's had plenty of time to figure that out. some people are just trickier to scent. he holds up two fingers as he recites. ]

Michael smells like... dirt [ GRIMACE, that sounds bad ] --but the good kind. You know, that smell you get when someone just planted a tree or... a park on a cool day? Smoke and chocolate, too. Not incense or fire, but... cigarettes.

You smell kind of like spring. There's flowers and trees--it's like a spring forest, just after the sun came up and everything's covered in dew. Fresh water, too, like a spring.

[payback]

[She looks appropriately serious when when he sounds like that... there must be a story in there, and she considers the idea of pressing for more information and then discards it. Later, maybe.]

I guess I've been around farms. Is that the kind of thing you mean? [She's assuming it is. It sounds right.]

Hm. So that makes me a good person, then?

[limitstorm]

Yeah. At least, as far as I can tell. [ his shoulders hunch, hair falling into his eyes. ] I'm not sure what smelling like a forest or cinnamon rolls is supposed to mean, if it means anything...

But I guess I wouldn't be surprised if Robin ate a whole bunch of them, though. He seems like the kind of guy.

[payback]

[Oh, well, that makes her giggle. Her eyes bow shut.]

He definitely is.

Can everyone from your world do that?

[limitstorm]

[ his smile falls into self-consciousness, and he scratches his cheek. ]

Uh... no. I don't know anyone else who can.

[payback]

[... he's so sweet and so shy. She smiles at him kindly.]

Neat, then.

[limitstorm]

I guess.

[ he glances to her. ]

What about you? Any secret powers?

[payback]

Nothing as impressive as that. [Also, it's kind of a secret.] Anyway, I was going to talk to you about what you wanted to buy.

[limitstorm]

[ so, yes.

riku doesn't push. ]

Mm, like I said--probably food. I know how to cook that, at least.

[payback]

Ah, well, good. [This is a good subject change.]

I'm planning to buy something fun to do that we can share... like I said. If you're buying food, I think Robin's buying... well, probably some alcohol. [She grins a little.] That seems well rounded.