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

[catamite]

I agree.

[it's a little tired and strung-out, but still definitely a good smile]

Do you like to dance?

[parkinglotangel]

[He grins and leans over, nudging Nel lightly with an elbow]

Do birds fly?!

[catamite]

[he grins big, finally having found a kindred spirit in this regard]

Man, the last place I was, seemed like nobody cared about that kind of stuff.

[parkinglotangel]

Where were you? Living with the Amish? I mean, I respect their dedication, but they're just so serious...

[catamite]

Amish? What are they?

[goblins, probably]

[parkinglotangel]

Religious sect. Don't like anything modern. No dancing, no music, no technology...

[catamite]

Oh, how weird.

[he shudders dramatically over it]

And... actually, I was living with these people who were all in this weird fancy court place, and maybe they were all too busy trying to be queen to care about fun.

[parkinglotangel]

[Nel what are you even talking about]

Succession wars are always a nasty business.

[catamite]

[no one knows. including him.]

It was more like... a bunch of teenage girls trying to be prettiest or something.

[parkinglotangel]

[He tilts his head a bit] And you weren't interested?

[catamite]

In being Queen?

[he kind of ducks his head, looking sheepish]

No.

[parkinglotangel]

[He turns to face Nel a bit more]

And why are you ashamed of that?

[catamite]

[his whole demeanor shrinks in on itself a little when Michael faces him more fully, shoulders hunching up a little]

I dunno...

It's just not the kind of thing I do, I guess...

[parkinglotangel]

If the world was full of kings and queens, nothing would ever get done.

[catamite]

[he takes a moment to laugh into his hand because that is a sentiment he can get behind]

[parkinglotangel]

Unless of course you're a...[And yes, he'll start singing softly] Daaaaaancing queeeeeennnnnnnn....

[catamite]

[he doesn't know the song of course, but not getting a joke has never stopped Nel from laughing at it anyway]

--Okay, I might be that.

[parkinglotangel]

[Laughing at his jokes always earns you a point in his book. Michaels sways for a moment to the tune only he hears, taking another drag of his cigarette.]

Well, maybe you'll have more luck here. Though so far it's not terribly exciting...

[catamite]

Yeah...

Well, at least some people seem a little exciting.

[...is that a flirty look?


yeah that's totally a flirty look. though, it might also be pretty default for him.]

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael notices, but he doesn't acknowledge it one way or the other, beyond a thin neutral sort of smile.]

Everybody can be, if you know where to look. How about your crewmates?

[catamite]

[and he's just as easily distracted from it, shrugging up his shoulders and glancing away while he thinks]

They're okay. ...There's a tall hyper guy, and a girl who's captain.

[and the sorts of relatively well-adjusted people that he doesn't know what to do with]

[parkinglotangel]

[Chances are the well-adjusted part won't hold up well in the fleet, but that's hard to say]

The first one is the donut guy, right?

[catamite]

Yeah! You know him?

[parkinglotangel]

We talked about the finer points of desert foods.