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

[catamite]

[the park might suck, but it's still the most familiar thing he's come upon since his arrival in space. ...especially when you come from a world whose parks aren't really a whole lot better than this to begin with, it's almost nostalgic.

so, pointy-eared kid is taking a stroll nearby when he hears this, and goes wandering over.]

...Fire?

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael is kind of disappointed by the lack of grass and actual air, but hey, what are you gonna do?]

You know. A lighter, a match, a few twigs to rub together...

[catamite]

--Oh!

[and that happens to be one of the precious few things he'd actually had in his pocket on the way over.

he looks pretty proud of himself when he jogs the last few feet over, and produces a lighter from his pocket]

Here!

[parkinglotangel]

Too bad you're not on my ship...

[He does pull out and present a cigarette for him to light.]

AGH I lost this notif somehow

[catamite]

[and he promptly and daintily lights it for him]

Ha, just for a lighter, huh?

less you lost it and more I fell into a black hole

[parkinglotangel]

I'm a creature of simple comforts.

[He smiles and pats the bench seat next to him]

I opened it at work and didnt mark it as unread

[catamite]

[despite being dressed like some shady club-kid, he looks pretty genuinely happy about the invitation, and takes a seat]

Hey, those are important, y'know?

still. no worries. full speed ahead to cute

[parkinglotangel]

[Michael really isn't the person to judge based on clothes. It's the smile that's more revealing]

They are. What is life without joy?

[catamite]

I agree.

[it's a little tired and strung-out, but still definitely a good smile]

Do you like to dance?

[parkinglotangel]

[He grins and leans over, nudging Nel lightly with an elbow]

Do birds fly?!

[catamite]

[he grins big, finally having found a kindred spirit in this regard]

Man, the last place I was, seemed like nobody cared about that kind of stuff.

[parkinglotangel]

Where were you? Living with the Amish? I mean, I respect their dedication, but they're just so serious...

[catamite]

Amish? What are they?

[goblins, probably]

[parkinglotangel]

Religious sect. Don't like anything modern. No dancing, no music, no technology...

[catamite]

Oh, how weird.

[he shudders dramatically over it]

And... actually, I was living with these people who were all in this weird fancy court place, and maybe they were all too busy trying to be queen to care about fun.

[parkinglotangel]

[Nel what are you even talking about]

Succession wars are always a nasty business.

[catamite]

[no one knows. including him.]

It was more like... a bunch of teenage girls trying to be prettiest or something.

[parkinglotangel]

[He tilts his head a bit] And you weren't interested?

[catamite]

In being Queen?

[he kind of ducks his head, looking sheepish]

No.

[parkinglotangel]

[He turns to face Nel a bit more]

And why are you ashamed of that?

[catamite]

[his whole demeanor shrinks in on itself a little when Michael faces him more fully, shoulders hunching up a little]

I dunno...

It's just not the kind of thing I do, I guess...

[parkinglotangel]

If the world was full of kings and queens, nothing would ever get done.

[catamite]

[he takes a moment to laugh into his hand because that is a sentiment he can get behind]

[parkinglotangel]

Unless of course you're a...[And yes, he'll start singing softly] Daaaaaancing queeeeeennnnnnnn....

[catamite]

[he doesn't know the song of course, but not getting a joke has never stopped Nel from laughing at it anyway]

--Okay, I might be that.