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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[That earns a weird look before Baroona breaks into a disbelieving chuckle.] Bullshit. You had it down yesterday.

[But whatever. He nods back to the meat, grabbing another cheeto.] So which one are you gonna go with? Since none of them have extra limbs or a weird color.

Yesterday- ? [Oh shit. Wait. This guy must mean the other Zelos. He had forgotten about him briefly.] - Right. That.

I'm...actually someone else. Name's Kaneis. And I haven't decided what I'll go with yet.

[It's funny, Baroona can accept that it could be someone different. He can accept that it's another version, one that doesn't know him or care about him. He's been through enough oddities to deal with it-but the name.

He can't help but laugh at the name. Not when it's coming out of Zelos' face. Something about it just seems wrong. Farcical.] Kaneis? [He says it, disbelieving.] How do you even spell that?

[Gods... Okay. Alright. Calming down. He shouldn't laugh so much, even if the name did sound ridiculous on his tongue. So pretentious. He's shortening it.] Alright, Kane.

[He leans forward, tapping the glass over a certain cut of meat shaped more like an amorphous blob than anything else.] Go with that. I'll pay you to eat it.

[....Okay, while he's not all that fond of the name (protip: if you're gonna make up a name, don't pick the one off the top of your head - your brain will troll you), that is just rude. He has no idea who you even are!!]

[So, when Baroona tells him to eat something for money, he gets a flat look in return]

How about no?

You're no fun. Fine.

[He scans the rest of the food in the machine, eventually tapping at some weird root that looks kind of like a butt.] How about that? We can split it. Whoever finishes first wins.

[Eyebrow raise. Since he's acting all chummy even after he made it clear he wasn't Zelos and that's just weird to this guy in general. If there's any look of amusement, it's just because this is weird]

Okay, I'm lost. Do you usually spend your first conversation with people daring them to eat stuff?

[Baroona's still close to the glass, scouting out new bizarre foods to bring into this homemade episode of Fear Factor.]

No. Usually it's worse. The other-[-You. No.]-guy who looks like you groped me in our first conversation. I figured this would be better.

-How about that? [He taps the glass again, finding a root that looks like a mixture of a penis and a rabbit's foot. It's also a toxic green.]

What- seriously?

[He shakes his head. The depressing part of that story is he can't even fully refute it. But he does appreciate this guy, whoever he is, correcting himself. Hell, not having to go through that whole explanation? Is enough to put him in a better mood. Enough that he'll glance at thing that Baroona's pointing at]

That lo- [Totally disgusting. But you know what? When's the last time he has had a chance to do something stupid? So he stops himself and even gives a little smirk!]

Alright. You're on.

[Baroona returns the smirk in his victory, eyes alighting briefly with excitement and mischief.] I knew you'd come around.

[Stuffing the rest of the cheetos into his mouth, he hops to move away, gesturing to the vending machine before going off to search for a trash can.] You pay for it, I'll get us a table.

[Patting Kaneis' arm, he gives him a quick smile before jogging to the nearest trash bin, dunking his cheetos bag into it before trotting to some random table.]

Heh- fine, fine. But if we get sick from this, you're holding my hair back.

[But he uses a couple of his coins to buy the vegetable. It looks just as gross in the hand as it does in the machine. But...whatever. What's the harm? It can't be worse than eating the professor's cooking.]

[And so, he'll walk over and sit down at this random table]

Here you are. One disgusting and possibly poisonous...thing.

Thanks for getting it.

[He flashes a grin upwards, taking the root in hand and reaching for his knives with-Ah. Right. For a tenth of a second, his smile falters and his posture seems to stiffen, free hand hovering over the side of his hip. As if reaching for an item no longer there. The moment passes and his smile dies, fading into something more obliged to enthusiasm than genuine.] They took my knives. Almost forgot.

[Reluctantly, he pulls his hand away from his side and sets it and the root awkwardly on the table.] Looks like we'll have to get creative. Wanna meet in the middle?

[He gives a shrug at the thanks, since it's not that big a deal. But at that suggestion, he raises an eyebrow]

And...then what? Stop when we're touching lips?

Well, I guess that is different from groping...

Would that be a problem? [Not that he has any intention of it happening but-Well. He doesn't need to know. With a sly look, he leans forward, smirking.] You sound so shy about it. Don't tell me you're a virgin.

[He can't even finish the thought without laughing, patting the root until his chuckles die down. When he speaks, he's practically purring.] Don't worry. I promise I won't take your first kiss.

[Oh, that card. Of course he's not a virgin, he was a Zelos after all. Still, he'll frown, and make sure to look miffed and concerned as he thinks this over and try to sound sincerely unsure as possible]

You better not...not sure I'm ready to be betrothed to you.

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