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

[blindoptimism]

That's true. [hm, she tilts her head slightly and smiles sympathetically] Is your ship a bit too loud for your taste?

[catamite]

Well... I guess it's mostly the engine that's loud. Or whatever it is that makes all that noise when everyone is quiet--like at night.

[when he's not sleeping and the ship just drones on and on]

[blindoptimism]

Mm, yes I think that's the engine. [she hadn't thought about it. Old habits die hard and she's used to gathering information via sound. The engine hum feels like coloring that lights the scene, and how loud it is can give you hints to where you are on the ship.]

Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. [she dips her head slightly, like mimicking a curtsy] My name is Nunnally Lamperouge.

[catamite]

Oh! No, I'm sorry.

[gosh, where are his manners? he's been letting everything slip lately.]

I'm Nel.

[blindoptimism]

[hehe, aw honey, she shakes her head] It's okay, you don't have to be sorry. I think I've been spending too much time here worrying about manners. [but still, habits are hard to break]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Nel.

[catamite]

You too.

[he self-consciously scratches the back of his neck and laughs a little]

And yeah... I was taught to have good manners, too. It sticks with you, I guess.

[blindoptimism]

[she nods] But it's nice, the people here have been so casual. It's almost relaxing.

[catamite]

[he's got that kind of strung-out, sketchy club-kid look about him, but seems to be listening wholeheartedly to everything she's saying, tilting his head a little at the last bit]

Oh, have they? Were the people really different where you're from?

[blindoptimism]

Hm... not people as a whole, but I suppose the people that I spent time with.

[she notes how he looks strung out, she wonders if he's had a difficult time sleeping here]

But I'm sorry, I don't mean to go on and on about me.

[catamite]

[he blinks a little, thinking that he must have been giving the impression that he wasn't actually paying attention]

Oh... no, I like listening.

I haven't really talked to many people here yet, so...

[blindoptimism]

Oh, I see. [she smiles sheepishly. It's not that she's worried he's not listening, he just seems to be very good at asking questions. It reminds her of what she does, and she's not quite used to being on this side of things]

Has it been difficult to get used to this place?

[catamite]

Yeah, I guess. It's really different from the places I'm used to...

...What about you? [and this is what happens when you have two concern-deflectors in a conversation together]

[blindoptimism]

The same is true for me. [going from being in jail to being able to freely wander a galaxy, in a sense... it's a huge change]

Even though we're confined on this journey, there's almost a certain sense of freedom. We're able to meet interesting and kind people, and already space has been quite beautiful.

[catamite]

[his smile kind of weakens] Yeah...

[meaning, he doesn't actually agree at all, but doesn't want to let on. arguing is not his thing.

so, he casually slides over to another topic, nodding toward the clothing vendors]

...Were you looking at the dresses?

[blindoptimism]

[she notes that his face falls slightly... As he switches the subject her brows crease slightly. Oh no, she hopes she didn't offend him somehow. She opens her mouth to ask about it, but the words die before she says them and she nods. She'll ask again in a bit]

Mm hm. All the dresses seem a bit too expensive, but it would be nice to get a skirt, at least.

[catamite]

Oh... wow, yeah. [giving the dresses a closer look and nodding]

I bet those would be really cute on you.

[blindoptimism]

[blush blush] Fashion isn't really important to me, skirts are just much easier to wear than pants. [but still, she's obviously pleased by the compliment]

And... [okay, this isn't the best transition that she's ever pulled off. But if she pushes it away the chance might not come back again] I'm really sorry if I offended you just now.

[catamite]

[and he's obviously not expecting the transition, and it leaves him blinking for a second]

...Offend me? Why would you think you did anything to offend me?

[blindoptimism]

Ah... maybe I was imagining it. But you looked sad for a second. [ah, she dips her head slightly]

I'm sorry if that was a strange thing to say, but I wanted to say... something before the moment passed.

[catamite]

Oh... [he laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck] No, I wasn't sad or anything.

[which is a total lie, but it's better than being caught at something like that. he's making a mental note to watch himself even closer when talking to this girl.]

And I'm pretty sure you couldn't offend me, so don't worry about it.

[blindoptimism]

I'm glad I didn't offend you. [she looks a little embarrassed for a moment, but brushes it off. She probably just read him wrong... they only just met, after all.]

But if I do... You should be free to tell me. Ah, not that I plan to try to offend you but-- [geez, she normally doesn't feel this awkward] I'm sorry, I must sound very silly right now.

[catamite]

[he chuckles again--more naturally this time--]

You don't sound silly. And don't worry, I'll tell you, if it ever comes up.

[which is also a lie, but an accidental one.]

[blindoptimism]

Thank you.

[feeling a bit relieved and embarrassed, she's ready to go with that subject change from earlier]

Let's see, we were talking about shopping! Do you have any ideas what you would like to get with your money?

[catamite]

Ah, I'm still looking around.

[man, he's really on a roll with these lies. he knows exactly what he's going to get]

What about you? You going to save up for a dress?

[blindoptimism]

[she shakes her head] Our Captain sent a note that we should meet about potentially pooling together our funds. For now I think I'll just look and decide after we've all met.