GOLDSTONE OCTOBER MINGLE

[spacebro]

Who: Goldstoners and visitors and lurkers, oh my!
Broadcast: In prompts maybe
Action: Goldstone
When: October

[There have been some mysterious energy drains registering not only on the sensors but in the way the lights seem to dim for a few moments before returning to their normal strength. Maybe a non-essential computer terminal goes dark and needs to be rebooted. It's not causing any damage, but it is mysterious, no?

If you investigate through some special ability or using the ship's diagnostic tools you'll probably come to the conclusion that the energy is funneling into sleeping crewmate, Mon-El's, room and actually right into Mon-El himself. Alien cells are weird, guys.

It only lasts a day or two before he's awake and leaving the ship's energy where it belongs!

And enough about Mon-El, we have a new crewmate (Alphy) and a dead crewmate (Okita). These are exciting times!]

Comments

[spacebro]

[He woke up at the most cheerful time it seems. Everyone is feeling great and not at all despondent, dead, or otherwise emotionally compromised!

He's walking around the ship when he notices some greenery where he wouldn't necessarily expect it.]

Are you taking your plants for a walk? [At least now that he's awake he can't mess with the power. Or can he? His powers are unclear. Ask again later.]

[noprophecies]

[she glances up with a frown - that's briefly replaced with a look of concern]

Ah - awake, are you? Good morning?

[and then - there's the frown, returning with some confusion] Why would I take them for a walk?

[spacebro]

I am and thanks. I guess I missed a lot. I didn't even know people could sleep that long. Here, I mean. That wasn't my longest personal best on a coma. [He smiles as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say.]

And I don't know, but I wasn't going to judge?

[noprophecies]

You . . . have a personal best for a coma? [...] What does that even mean?

[two seconds in and already confusing her, Mon-El hasn't missed a beat]

Why would you—[wait no we're not going into questions forever territory. She huffs lightly] No, I am cleaning my room so I set my plants out here.

[spacebro]

On my way to earth I was unconscious for thirty-five years. [So in a very technical way he's much older than he looks?]

[He's happy to please. But why won't you go into questions forever territory? Why? Why?]

They look nice. We never really had much life on ships back home other than people. Seems like a good way to make things more home...like.

[noprophecies]

[.......]

So you are much older than you appear?

[listen, that was her first thought too. Also if we go into questions forever territory we'll never leave]

I do not do it to make it more like a home. [her tone is a little dry; you have to have a home first to make something else feel like it] But I suppose others may feel that way.

[spacebro]

The Well of Stars keeps you in a suspended state so I didn't really age and it's not like I remember any of that time, but technically. [And Daxamites age slowly once they reach adulthood anyway, so compared to a human the answer should probably also be yes.]

I meant home in the way where you feel comfortable like you belong and it reflects you and you like being there way. Not in the way where it can also be...not those things.

[noprophecies]

If time passed while you were - like that - then I believe that yes, technically, you are older than you appear. Though that is not uncommon.

[she's part elf and she stopped aging a few years ago, she understands how this works]

. . . I . . . er. No. It isn't like that at all.

[oh Mon-El]

[spacebro]

No? Isn't that usually the goal though? [And she does sound possibly uncertain?]

[noprophecies]

I don't know, I have never had to do this before.

[she gestures to one of the plants] My source of magic is nature. That is why I have all the plants. It is not as decent as the garden, and nowhere near as good as being on a planet, but it helps.

[spacebro]

Oh. [He nods.] I guess the rooms are kind of small for a full garden. We could probably have more plants on the ship though. [Willing to help.]

[noprophecies]

I have some of the larger ones in the cargo bay, but I do not want to take up too much space with them. [she shrugs a shoulder. The idea of starting a garden or something similar on the ship is nice, but then, that'd be too close to making it more like a home and she has her issues with that]

[spacebro]

Well, if you ask around maybe no one would mind. I don't. I can help if you want. I don't know anything about taking care of them, but I can carry things. [Home! Home!]

[noprophecies]

[but her issues! And the fact that it's more effort than she's putting out lately!]

Perhaps . . . I will consider it.

[spacebro]

Great. If you need anything, just let me know.

How have you been the last couple of months? I realize the last couple of weeks were especially bad. [But he missed so much more than that.]

[noprophecies]

Mmmm.

[everyone keeps asking how she is and she never has an answer, so she just shrugs] I am tired after what happened, but otherwise I have been . . . fine. Adjusting, so to speak.

[spacebro]

[That was a bold and resounding "fine" if he's ever heard one.] Adjusting to life in the fleet or something more specific?

[noprophecies]

Something more specific.

[there's a tone of finality in her voice, like that's all she's going to say about it]

[spacebro]

A specific thing you don't want to talk about. Got it. Well, if you need any help with specific or general things just look me up? I probably have a lot of catching up to do after my nap.

[noprophecies]

I appreciate the offer, but why would I look up at you to do it?

[didn't you miss this]

[spacebro]

You are always tough, aren't you? [He nods.] You might not, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't offer, right? We're crewmates.

[noprophecies]

[her nose wrinkles]

I would not call it tough, I would call it reluctant. And I suppose - I do appreciate it, as I said.

[but will she take the offer? Who knows]

[spacebro]

Oh, so it's more about me? I can do things.

[noprophecies]

I am aware you can do things. It is not you.

[it's her. She sucks at accepting help]