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]

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]