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

[broroona]

[He looks her over and deigns her too bizarre to be normal.]

Yeah, probably. [He steps back, gesturing to the glass.] Go ahead. Be my guest.

[amarant]

I'll see what I can do...

[ Well, not to break it, but...maybe using magic to shake the ground just under it would work... ]

[broroona]

[Even after all this time, magic still unsettles him. Instinctively, he startles back grasping for weapons that aren't there. The reminder sends a pang of loneliness through him that he covers easily, relaxing upon realizing the affected area won't hurt him.]

A bit of warning next time. [He sighs as if exhausted, running a hand through his hair that stops short once the carton of cigarettes makes a slight movement. Perking up, he takes a cautionary step towards the machine, eyeing the ground nervously. Expecting it to move once again.] I think you got it to move a bit.

[amarant]

--ah. I'm sorry about that. I didn't realize you could sense it.

[ She stays still-- as if waiting for him to let her know if it's fine to continue. ]

screams can he not sense it did i heck it up

[broroona]

[He waves it off, more embarrassed than he should be.] It's fine. I'm just... new to this.

[Stepping a bit farther from the machine, he gives himself a moment's preparation before gesturing to the machine.] Go ahead.

aaa no worries no worries!!! ofc c:

[amarant]

Ah. That's fine.

[ Alright, this time she'll hopefully be able to keep it up until the cigarettes fall out of the machine... ]

oh good sweats

[broroona]

[They doooo! He touches her shoulder lightly when he sees them fall. A silent request to stop.]

It worked.

[amarant]

[ She stops then, letting out a slow, careful breath. ]

Oh, that's good!

[broroona]

You did good. [Another light pat before he jogs over and gets his carton, smiling faintly before turning back to her.] Are you alright? That was magic, right?

[He's seen enough to know what it can take from a person.]

[amarant]

[ It's been a while since she'd actually used magic, but that feeling of exhaustion gripping her-- well, she's not fully surprised by it, but it catches her off guard for a moment, such that she takes a second to nod. ]

Just a bit tired, thank you. I'm happy to help.

[broroona]

You've helped plenty. [He jostles the pack in front of her, nodding to a table behind them both.>] Sit with me.

[amarant]

[ She will do that! ]

Thank you. I know the method was a bit unusual, but...now we know it works. If it happens again, I don't mind helping.