Twin Roses Mingle

[passingthrough]

Who: Twin Roses and those who visit!
Broadcast: Nah.
Action: Twin Roses
When: Now and also later. Maybe before if someone wants to get wild!

[It's been a long few months with a rough landing on a less-than-inviting planet. The ship is flying again, but we've lost Makie. Still, the fleet drifts onward.

Welcome to the Twin Roses, Merlan. We hope you survive the experience.]

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[passingthrough]

[Kitty is leaning against a wall just looking out through a window into space. She didn't think she'd miss this view. She usually prefers solid ground and often got lodging whenever they were on a hospitable planet. There's just something about cannibals that makes a place feel less welcoming though. But honestly everything they went through on the planet felt a little like, "oh, this again?" She's used to things being the worst. That was her normal for so much of her life. It doesn't mean she was excited to get back to it, but she dealt with it smoothly enough.

The thing that's actually bothering her right now is that Makie's gone. She was the last person who had been on the Windrose—before it became the Twin Roses—before her. And while it doesn't tell time any better than the calendar that tells her she's just two months away from her two year anniversary in the fleet it does impress upon her how long it's been and how she could get sent away just as quickly as she arrived.]

I should probably change if I'm going to brood. Bright blue is a bad brooding color.

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash will spend a lot of time in his room pouring over a book about flower care once they're back in orbit. His geraniums and other flowers didn't exactly get his full attention while they were on the last planet and he wants to be sure they're alright.]

Do you know anything about flowers?

[Vash can also be found in the cargo area. Kicking around a red ball he's gotten before. Expertly bouncing it from knee to knee and occasionally off the walls so it easily bounce back to him. Feel free to join him in his play.

At some points during the afternoon he will even play his harmonica to pass the time.

Otherwise find him sighing in the kitchen.] Oh man, how much longer until we get to a planet with some decent donuts?

[Or start your own prompt!]

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[darksmokerising]

Merlan has been exceedingly quiet and reserved since the rather disastrous but ultimately successful venture on what she's called Cannibal Planet. Repairs were made quickly but she was still in Engineering tinkering, holed up in a certain mage's quarters, or tucked into a chair tight with a blanket and tea just thinking all of it through. Normally, she'd be exploring the ship or chatting someone up but this is...weird and something she has to get used to as Fleet crew, she imagines.

A. Sometimes quiet is the best thing for recovery. And surviving the experience down on that planet had been trying to say the least. She could have lost Khadgar and nearly had. Merlan pulled the blanket up over her knees and hugged them to her chest. Hadn't she faced worse back home? After all, she was a Hunter and it was time to face things with a smile.

A quiet smile.

She put her chin against her cheek and floated her cup of tea into the air just because she could. No restrictions, here.

B. Merlan sat in the middle of Engineering, her eyes close, her pose relaxed as she crossed her legs and listened to the hum of the engine itself as it rumbled. Was the pitch of it off? Was there something left to fix? Her expression remained puzzled as she found the correct pitch in her mind and compared the two. They were essentially fine, airborne, no issues reported. But there was always a but.

"But what?" she grumbled under her breath. "Something still seems off, mm? What am I to do about that?"

C. Wildcard. Find her curled up somewhere like a lost kitten or something. Your choice!