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

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley grimaces.]

No, I just don't share as a matter of principle. Demon thing.

[catamite]

[he's just going to pretend that he knows what a demon is and that it makes total sense]

But sharing is great! It's a good way to make friends, too.

[taking another hit from the bottle, and only coughing a little, like he isn't some tiny girly-looking guy]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley doesn't believe it for a second.]

I don't make friends, either.

[catamite]

...But you are right now.

[hate to break it to you, demon]

[onlyanapple]

It's not sharing if I'm already done with it.

[Little lies we tell ourselves.]

[catamite]

I meant the making friends part.

[surprise!]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley lets out a low groan.]

No.

[catamite]

Aw, c'mon.

[still smiling, and he does the cute nudge-with-his-shoulder thing again.]

[onlyanapple]

[Ugh no, no more adorableness, it's not okay.]

You stop that.

[catamite]

[his smile widens and he leans more against his shoulder, because Crowley has totally turned this into a game now]

Stop what?

[onlyanapple]

[He falls for this shit ever time. Crowley hisses a little and leans away from all this unwanted contact.]

That! You need to respect my personal space bubble.

[catamite]

[he obediently sits back into his own space again, but he doesn't seem any less cheerful for it. though, to be fair, the alcohol is certainly helping.

and, since he's already decided that this guy can't be all that bad and is a wonderful target, he continues to put on his friendliest face]

Are you like this with everybody?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley wants to punch the friendly face.]

Pretty much, yes.

[catamite]

[but then the friendly face might cry or something can get all sad and pathetic.]

Really?

That must get lonely.

[onlyanapple]

No, actually, I do just fine.

[He would be okay with that.]