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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[ Heading back to the station from her ship after dropping off her food purchase in the sickbay, since she'd like a little more time away from being cooped up, she passes this dude...and then stops. ]

...don't you want to look around instead of staying here?

[you know, there are so many strange people and unusual "magic" around that the small form with an animal skull for a face almost slips past his radar.

but his gaze is already on her when she talks. he seems unusually still, assessing. he doesn't say anything, but his head tilts a little out of some subconscious, unasked question.

and what the hell are you?]

[ ...maybe he's...mute? ]

Is there something wrong?

[ The mouth doesn't move, and her voice is definitely coming from inside/under the skull. ]

[she smells of herbs and bad magic. like the ghost-speaker. she doesn't appear predatory; the skull mask (?) confuses him. why would she wear something like that here?

(ignoring the blinding irony of the situation...)

he drops into a crouch. it's very sudden. defensive. his eyes look predatory, though, tracking for movement. observing.]

[ Backs up, slow and steady. Something in her is whispering, kill him before he can kill you. But she also knows it's impossible. ]

[there we go. that's what he wanted.

he shakes his head. it breaks up some of the tension in his shoulders. maybe he isn't going to lunge. maybe he's just crouched there for normal, sensible, human reasons. he slowly holds up his hand (kind of like holding an appendage out for a shy dog or cat) and waves his fingers a little.

no, no. come closer.]

[ She totally wants to (ha, no), but her legs don't move. Why did she talk to this guy? ]

...what do you want?

[ And really, it's like someone trying to call a cat over; she looks ready to bolt if necessary. ]

[he drops his arm, but it's so that he can gesture near his own face--a lifting motion.]

[ Immediately shakes her head; "no." ]

I can't do that.

[he tilts his head again. why not?]

I don't like to show my face.

...and I don't mind wearing it.

[whatever conclusion he reaches has him nodding once, maybe he understands? he holds his hand up again--not really gesturing this time.]

...is there something you need help with?

[his gaze finally moves away from her, however briefly, as he tracks some sound coming from inside the station... when he looks back at her, he's decided to nod and gesture for her to get closer again.]

[ One step, then two.

Let's start off slow. ]

[if it helps, he puts some attempt into looking less terrifying. it's difficult, since his default setting is 'DESTROY' and he's probably never relaxed a day in his life, but he lets some of the tension out of his shoulders and watches her less... intently.

he's going to keep his hand out, though. all he really wants is to touch her skull face.]

Edited 2014-10-12 17:52 (UTC)

[ Ha, good luck with that one, buddy.

She eventually stops just out of arm's reach, as it is. ]

[well, it's better. his arm lowers so that he can lean on it, tipping forward to try and look under her mask and see if there's at least a face under there--maybe he can catch sight of a jaw that's not made of bone.]

[ He might get at least a semi-decent look before she backs off again. ]

What do you want?

[he leans back again, and starts signing something with his hands.

which is probably completely unhelpful if you don't know ASL.]

[ Yeah, the A part of that is.........gonna be a problem. ]

I don't understand.

[he stops, and... shakes his head. it's fine. he didn't expect her to.

and then the whole thing is kind of dropped--he appears to lose interest in her, looking over at that shopping center again, resting his arms on his knees. he even shrugs, apathetically. what can he do? she won't help. she doesn't seem immediately dangerous, so. fine.]

...if I get paper and something to write with, can you tell me?

[ugh he doesn't actually want to communicate with anyone...

he almost sighs as he fishes into his pocket and pulls out his personal communicator. he holds it up towards her. he'd rather use these.]

[ Don't be so grumpy, geez!!!!!!

She takes hers out too; that's probably easier than finding paper and a pen, after all. ]

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