everybody's starstruck in june.

[mucked]

Who: starstruck crew & visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: aboard the ship
When: june

[ another month; another mingle. but there are changes in the air! the starstruck has some fresh crew to boast of, as well as a spiffing new lounge. things have been difficult, lately -- the common area might make for a great place to decompress and socialize with your fellow starstruckers.

after all, it seems the captain's gone and requisitioned max's record player. for the first week in june, it'll be returned again and again to the new lounge. good luck hiding it from her, rockatanksy.

ready steady go! ]

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[searingedgelord]

[This here is probably a new face, but she wanted to check up on Rokurou. He's the only other daemon from her world around, and she figures he's probably getting restless without his swords.

Though while she's looking for him she does take a moment to pause and raise an eyebrow at the ship's interior.]

Wow, this one is fancy.

[expellerhead]

[hey so like who the fuck are you]

Some people have an appreciation for aesthetics. [he doesn't look particularly guarded, with his datapad and his cup of some kind of hot liquid, maybe like imitation coffee or whatever, but he's definitely eyeballing this stranger in her edgelord uniform] Looking for someone?

[searingedgelord]

This is a pretty specific aesthetic.

[Much like her edgelord clothing is a specific aesthetic. There are a lot of aesthetics. And this ship has a fancy one.

She shrugs, though.]

Yeah. Rokurou. We're from the same world.

[expellerhead]

Let me guess...guy in the samurai getup? [y'all got no business critiquing other people's aesthetic choices]

[searingedgelord]

[That is true. Fortunately it wasn't a critique so much as an observation.]

Yeah, that's him.

[expellerhead]

Saw him headed for the cargo bay. [could you do something about him please] Are you gonna be a familiar face around here now?

[searingedgelord]

Okay, thanks.

[She'll do what she can.]

I'll probably stop by pretty regularly. [Especially during drift. It's easy to get restless then.] Is that a problem?

[expellerhead]

Not at the moment. [not said threateningly; he doesn't care, so long as she's not coming over to start shit] Knowing your name would be nice though.

[searingedgelord]

Right.

[That's only fair, really.]

I'm Velvet.

[theroadwarrior]

[A LONG ANNOYED SIGH, through the corner of a mouth that is currently holding part of a gun's spring between teeth. Max is sitting off the side, at one of the tables, cleaning an older fashioned gun and casting the smallest glance over toward the new face.]

Too many visitors.

[Yeah I'm not looking at you but I'm shit-talking, what's up. Between the new crew, the people who left, and the stealing of his record player, he's being a lemon and a half this week.]

[searingedgelord]

[Well, she doesn't seem bothered or insulted by it. But she also doesn't appear to be particularly apologetic.

She glances at him and shrugs, clearly indifferent to how difficult his life is right now.]

Blame the Atroma. Someone I know from home was put here recently.

[theroadwarrior]

... Chatty guy in the weird robes?

[You both dress weird. Put that on your doors. "Weird Dressers".

Anyway, he's too nice and social. Do something with him.]

[searingedgelord]

Yeah, that's him.

[Why do they need signs when it's already obvious they dress weird?

And there's not much she can do about him being friendly.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He shakes his head, exasperated.]

Really insistent guy.

[He taps a gun piece on the table.]

Too — friendly.

[searingedgelord]

Yeah, he's always like that. There's not much you can do about it.

[A pause.]

Though, I guess I could warn you if you try to punch him or something he'll just like you more.

[Just in case Max is the type to get violent when he's frustrated.]

[theroadwarrior]

[... You mind-reader type, you.

But let's be real, Max looks like someone who hits people.]

There a way to get him to not like you?

[One can hope.]

[searingedgelord]

Be related to him, maybe.

[Honestly it's hard to say. The Rangetsu family is kind of weird.]

I guess it doesn't make much difference. He's chatty no matter what.

[theroadwarrior]

[Sigh. Well. He'll do his best, even if this might be FDR 2.0.]

... Not a family guy, huh.

Maybe I could pretend to be his long lost uncle.

[searingedgelord]

Somehow, I don't think he'll buy that.

[Max doesn't seem to wear funny robes or be interested in swords.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Oh well. It was worth a shot.

He considers her for a moment.]

You gonna be around here often?

[He likes to know how often to avoid people visiting, and whatnot.]