Starstruck March Mingle Madness!

[theroadwarrior]

Who: People aboard the Starstruck, visitors and crew alike.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Starstruck
When: The month of March!!

[Just your typical monthly mingle.]

Comments

[mucked]

[ gentle, now -- she relinquishes his hand. it is his own, after all. and she knows he's not so partial to being touched with any frequency or duration. instead, peggy sits back and pins him with her gaze. ]

Let us call it providence, then, instead. [ a brief hum. ] Or perhaps a way in which your self-preservation decided to manifest itself in that moment.

[ she's not callous when she says it. at least, she doesn't want to be. the man is prone to hallucinations -- often giving shape and voice to his darkest feelings. why shouldn't his brighter moments also be represented? ]

[theroadwarrior]

[... Snerk.]

Maybe. We'll see what my self-preservation does next.

[He flexes his fingers, one at a time.]

Hnn. [He shrugs.] Spent a lot of time self-preserving. Dunno, though... I think this place screwed Mr. Survivalist up a little.

[He says it calmly, though. Relaxed. He knows one of the reasons he took his physical outburst so poorly this time around is because he isn't who he used to be back home. He knows it now. Really, truly. It took twenty years to undo him — and yet maybe there's something here. Back home, he wouldn't have cared even remotely if he flailed and bit and punched, because he would have packed up and ran.

Ever since he accepted he couldn't run from the fleet, well...

Survival hasn't really been on his mind, not like it was.]