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!]

Comments

[amarant]

It must have been quite a life, hunting them.

[ Not something she'd ever do, but something she liked hearing about. ]

And whatever else you did with them.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah... It was fun, sometimes. You meet a lot of interesting people, leading that kind of life.

[his smile grows wider.]

My specialty is ghosts, though. Does your world have ghosts?

[amarant]

[ She thinks, she probably could have done the same, had she tried. ]

Some have said so, but I don't know, myself. I've never seen one, so I wouldn't be able to answer.

yoooo I knew I missed a tag goddamn

[birdsbirdsbirds]

It's probably for the best. The ghosts where I'm from are vicious, and not many people know how to bring them rest.

Monsters, on the other hand, those are easy. Most will die if you just stab them enough.

[which he says... very casually.]

yooooooooooooooooo

[amarant]

Do you know how to do that?

...the ghosts, not killing monsters. That seems simple enough.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I do. I used to make a living off of it.

[kind of. more often that not, he'd casually refuse payment, or it wouldn't be a paying job at all. still...]

[amarant]

Well. What do they call someone like you?

Your profession, that is-- I know your name.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hah, depends. [shrugging.] Some people call me a bounty hunter, some people call me a priest.

[amarant]

Those are two very different things...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You bet they are. [he shrugs again, looking amused~] But it's an extremely varied and unusual line of work.

[amarant]

They do appreciate it, though? Help is often hard to come by, after all.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he laughs!] That changes almost as often as my job title does...

People are very strange, Emblica. Some appreciate good help, and others are always upset that they have to ask for help in the first place...

[amarant]

People are difficult like that, aren't they.

[ Why are we talking about people like we aren't people? ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

They are. It can't be helped.

[because they aren't really people let's be honest here.]

[amarant]

[ So true. ]

It's why I've lived by making as little contact with people as I can, even with my work. If they want help, they come to me. If they don't ask, I do nothing.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah. And had that been working well enough for you?

[amarant]

For me. I don't know about everyone else, but they got their medicines, and I got enough money to survive.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That's good. Some people are able to live like that where I'm from, too.

My group... not so much. It's like that saying, ah... "Beggars can't be choosers"?

[amarant]

You aren't really alone, at least, as long as you have that group.

Or as long as you're here.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yeah. It's kind of nice.

[he leeeans back, looking up at the creepy, open "night" sky...]

Bizarre, but nice.

[amarant]

...it is.

[ Her tone's surprisingly soft. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[aw...]

So, Emblica, what's your crew like?

[amarant]

They...can be difficult, but they might not be all bad.

[ She's not quite sure yet, though. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Which ship was yours, again?

[amarant]

The Pathstone.