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]

Why are we jumping right to mind control and not that they just tweaked the food? [Is that a thing he needs to be worried about?]

[onlyanapple]

What? Oh, no, the food's me. [He snaps his fingers and it's a normal colour again. ] What I meant is them playing in your head while you're out. I mean, you're pretty much defenceless against them then, right?

[spacebro]

Why would you...? [How? What? When?

Reinspecting his food before putting it down to look at Crowley fully.] Aren't we always?

[onlyanapple]

I'm restless.

[No. He's sad. But he's not going to admit that. ]

True, but there's something so much more vulnerable in being unconscious.

[spacebro]

Then play more pinball. [Food is not for games!]

Wait, are you entertaining yourself now by trying to make me feel extra uncomfortable about my coma? [You keep this up and he might start to think demons aren't awesome.]

[onlyanapple]

...That's not currently an option.

[He's ruined so much in the ship, Mon-El. So much. ]

What? No. It's called having a conversation. [Though he would agree, that demons are definitely not awesome.]

How did I do it twice without noticing though?

[spacebro]

Did something happen to the pinball machine?

[No, why? Bad grieving! Bad!

He looks mollified by his answer though.] It's a little dark, but I guess you'll have that when you're kidnapped as entertainment. I don't feel any different really. If they messed with anything I can't tell.

Kitty wants ALL

[onlyanapple]

Maybe. Maybe not.

[He'll fix it later. Probably. ]

That's good. I only ask because the last place I was at tended to mess with people's heads pre and post comas. Can't trust 'em.

She always does! So greedy!

[spacebro]

[Just narrowing his eyes a little at you, Crowley. He likes pinball!]

Oh. I guess the last place wasn't home? What was it like?

gosh, Kitty

[onlyanapple]

[Sorry, he can't process grief like mortals, others have to suffer in his stead. ]

No. It was called Paradisa. It was this...big sentient castle that fed on our emotions. It pulled much worse bullshit on us than Atroma has thus far- though the destroyed planet is something of an outlier, there.

[spacebro]

[Likely story!]

A sentient castle that feeds on emotions...

I thought the whole space reality show was a hard sell. [It's practically normal by comparison! But he does look more serious.]

Destroying a planet is going too far. [He's not sure if the Atroma destroyed it or just steered them toward one. Maybe they helped save the day by getting them involved to help with evacuation. But if it was more than that...]

[onlyanapple]

Yes, as you can imagine, it did a lot to us in order to get a lot of emotion out of us. It was a piece of shit, if I'm being honest. Felix was there too. Used to be a lot more of us who survived that place, but now? Just us two.

Yes. It is. [His voice is serious on that one. There's no point in destroying a world. None at all. ] If this was their doing, it's too much. Too many lives were lost there. It was a waste of...everything.

[spacebro]

I'm sorry. It seems like Felix has had it hard enough already too. [He saw some things in calibrations.

And he just nods away in complete agreement on the state of destroyed worlds.] Even on bad ones things could always get better unless that happens. [Thinking of Daxam more than the singing planet. He knew nothing of it.]

[onlyanapple]

[Ah, and here's something he can appreciate: people giving a shit about Felix.]

He has. This place has been slightly kinder to him, at least.

Of course they can. Everything has the chance to improve- it's giving them the chance that actually matters.

[spacebro]

I'm glad, but this place could use some work too.

[He lets out a sigh.] At least the people lived even if they lost their home. That's something.

[onlyanapple]

Oh absolutely. The occasional trips into our heads really needs to stop.

True. They can rebuild, if they're still alive. Something they absolutely cannot do if they're dead. There's a future, there.

[spacebro]

Maybe we should leave a customer comment for the Atroma like they have at some restaurants. They could change their ways.

[They have defined the difference between life and death well here. Good work, alien and demon!]

[onlyanapple]

Oh I like that idea. Like a little complain box. Maybe we can stick it on that place where they let people walk their pets on the Marsvia. Is that still going?

[spacebro]

I'm not sure. I don't have a pet and I was the one asleep for two months.

[onlyanapple]

Point. I mean, I'm sure someone would have started bitching about it on the network if it suddenly closed.

[spacebro]

Sounds reasonable. Do you think they'd listen to our complaints if we had the box?

[onlyanapple]

Probably not, but we can make a valiant effort.