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

[aberrant_type]

Ow! [She steps back a little and rubs her arm, but isn't that deterred. Rue your life, Zhas. In a second she's edging closer again and staring fixedly into his eyes. It's really, really intense eye contact... the kind of eye contact that someone who maybe wants to kiss you would do... but the only thing she probably wants to kiss are his eyes.]

Is that a yes? Did I offend you?

[theboogieman]

[it doesn't get him to talk, but it does manage to make him look a little bit uncomfortable around all of that boiling rage.

he takes this time to duck away from her. stop making eye contact like that, man...]

[aberrant_type]

[She doesn't roll her eyes... externally... but she's certainly doing it internally. What a child. How old is this dude.]

Relax... I'm not thinking of taking them out.

[theboogieman]

[with a look like that, he's not so sure...

ugh, he rolls his shoulder to try and get the feeling off of him. she sticks to him like smells stick to clothes. it's bothersome.

just a human. he exhales, pointedly, and glares in her direction.]

[aberrant_type]

[She stares right back, failing to be intimidated. Angry teenagers are nothing new. It's not any more impressive even if he's in his twenties.]

Try using your words.

[theboogieman]

[he shakes his head.

so, uh. that's not likely.]

[aberrant_type]

[God. She siiighs audibly.]

I would actually prefer to have a working relationship with the people on my ship. What about you?

[theboogieman]

[he turns away again, looking out over the courtyard in much the same way he was before. now just a few steps further to the left. it's not him saying no, but...]

[aberrant_type]

[Okay. She steps around him so he kind of has to look at her and makes the direct intense eye contact again.]

Well, it's a hard adjustment period for everyone... so I suppose you're due a bit more time to come to terms with things. However, I think the ship will benefit from some degree of team cohesion, so try to get it together.

[theboogieman]

[the only acknowledgement that he heard her is... his gaze sliding even further away from her...]

[aberrant_type]

[Nah, she's just gonna leave. She has some energy to burn off. She shouldn't be showing her irritation like this. Maybe their claustrophobic environment is getting to her too...]