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

[throwsdown]

[!!!! ARE YOU TALKIN TO ME--

He leans around to be better visible, smiling and feeling red-handed.]

Oh, I'm not sleepy...! I had plenty of rest.

But if you wanna rest, you should, 'cus it's been a hard month.

[aetherflows]

[Alphinaud smiles gently. He didn't mean to scare the kid or anything.]

I wish I could say the same.

[He closes his eyes for a moment.]

It has indeed... Mayhap I will make some tea and try once more.

[throwsdown]

Oh, do you like tea, too? I just tried it lately, and it's pretty great!

[He looks at the kitchen with absolutely 0 skill in making tea, but the thought's there.]

What kind do you like? Maybe we could have some and draw until you're sleepy.

[aetherflows]

The best kind is made with leaves that you can see. I am constantly amazed that we can have tea whilst flying through the heavens.

[He nods. Takeshi is easy to listen to. Maybe tea would help Alphinaud, so long as he doesn't think too hard about the last time a friend took him in and gave him something hot to drink. That friend is gone now.]

Let's have some, then. [He gets up and moves to the cupboard, finding two mismatched mugs, and then he approaches the drink machine. He's still wary of anything that comes out of a box, but there's no denying that it smells and looks like hot tea when he presses the button.]

One for you, and one for me. Do you want cream? Sugar?

[throwsdown]

[He claps his hands together, eager for the drink -- and mainly for company! He loves having company; even after all these years among others in space and with other teammates, he still has a hard time wrapping his mind around it -- the fact that he doesn't have to be all alone anymore.]

Anything you think tastes good! I'm not real picky...!

Especially with some of the gross stuff they call food here.