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

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Maybe so! Hey, do they have handshakes where you're from?

[he holds his handout. you know, for a handshake...]

[amarant]

[ Stares...at it. That may answer the question. ]

No, I've never...

[ Trails off, but extends her hand anyway. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I'm sure it'll come up. Here.

[he gently... takes her hand? and shakes it? 8}]

[amarant]

[ Oh, that wasn't so bad. ]

It seems simple, I can remember that.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yeah. It mostly means someone is happy to be meeting someone else, but sometimes it's used for more formal things? I think the people who know what a handshake is might outnumber the people who don't--at least in a weird place like this, with everyone mushed together...

[ah, he feels like he's rambling... he seems very genuinely happy to be talking to her, though. what a strange little creature he's befriended.]

Should I let you go back to resting, or would you like to talk for a while?

[amarant]

Something like that can have so many meanings...how interesting.

[ She's pretty lively at the moment, and she does like to take full advantage of the times that she's pretty clear. ]

No, I'd like to talk more.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That's lovely. May I sit?

[he gestures to where she'd been dozing underneath the... plastic tree.]

[amarant]

Of course.

[ Scoots over to leave him enough space to sit where he wants, though it's also to leave herself some space.

Her personal bubble is bigger than most. ]

I'm not interrupting something else you'd wanted to do, though?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[look at him, sitting politely at a reasonable distance. he leans back on his arms.]

No, no. I think we'll be here a while, and it sounds like there's other stations further down... wherever we're going.

[amarant]

[ She appreciates it. ]

That's true... It's nice to spend some of this time with others, after all.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[all this from someone who was so doubting of his friendship...]

What would you like to talk about?

[amarant]

[ She's heard good things about him.

...and also has been really lonely. ]

I wouldn't even know...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That's okay. I'm an expert.

[he laughs to himself a little. he's funny. gosh, robin. stop being so funny.]

How about you tell me about where you come from?

[amarant]

[ Oh, you. ]

I was living in a town by the sea. It's right at the tip of the island it's on, so it's mostly surrounded by water, but it's up on cliffs. It keeps the buildings safe.

It's kind of like...

[ Kind of forms a hill with her hands. ]

The top of the city is the center, and it just...gets wider as you go lower.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he copies her gesture while she explains--makes sense to him.]

What does the town look like? Is it pretty?

[amarant]

Some of it is. It isn't as nice, the lower you go. It's noisier, too.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Interesting. It sounds a lot like where I'm from, save for how my town is under the ground...

[amarant]

Interesting! No one would dare to build underground, it's where the gods live.

[ Other worlds are so weird. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Mm... [nodding along.] They didn't want to, since monsters live underground... But the surface became uninhabitable. They had no choice.

[amarant]

They didn't move somewhere else?

[ Since...a god only affects some land, so to her, if some surface land is bad, you just pack up and leave. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No, no. The whole surface was bad. The whole continent. They literally had no choice but to go down, and they only had a couple of weeks to do it.

[he remembers. his smile lessons, since this is... actually pretty horrible.]

We call that the Third End. To be honest, it's kind of a miracle that humans were able to survive it, let alone make any sort of comeback.

[amarant]

Oh...that's awful.

[ :( ]

I'm sorry.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he shrugs.]

We all are. It was a long time ago, though. I try not to live for ghosts.

[he switches things up a little, leaning forward and propping his chin up on his hand.]

Will you tell me about your Gods?

[amarant]

...it's a sensible way to live.

[ Nods, slowly. ]

The first one that was there when I came to the city was a large serpent. It was far underground, beneath the center of the city. One day, it stopped breathing, and its heart stopped beating. Everyone was worrying, because when a god dies, the land it serves dies too. The water stops running, nothing grows, people lose their magic.

But it turned out the god had been killed, by the one that was growing inside it. It ate its way out, and there was water and plants and magic, but...deicide is a crime. Eating the flesh of a god is a crime. The new god-- it was a large beast with the face of a woman-- got very sick, and so did the land.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[hm... he listens carefully. these gods sound very different than his gods. more like monsters, really. with an even smile:]

Are you sick too?